The Miraculous Adventures of Marinette and Adrien

25

A sparkly black butterfly to match the sparkly black baton flutters out of the before mentioned baton.
"Quick!" Chat says to me, trying to catch the butterfly in his claws.
I start swinging my yoyo in a circle, (my arms were beginning to get tired) the yoyo fully opened, white, glowing, and ready to catch the Akuma. I swing my yoyo one last time, and throw it towards the butterfly, catching it mid flight.
"No more evil doing for you, little Akuma." I say, as the newly white bug flys away from us and the yoyo.
"Do you think Hawkmoth uses the same butterfly every time? Because if he did that would kind of contradict your statement." Chat thinks for a second, his arms draped over the seat in front of him.
I frown at him.
"You should go get your ankle checked out. I'll handle this guy." I say to him, while pointing at Sir Snot-a-lot.
"The hospital is going to think I'm crazy. It's a wonder they haven't figured out who Chat Noir is." He laughs, his green eyes shining with humor. "I mean, how many injuries could you get from model-" He stops himself, his eyes widening.
Shock takes hold I my mind.
A breath was released, and it hung in the air for many moments. The tension was so thick you could cut it, and spread it across a croissant.
"You... Model?" I ask slowly, as if not to startle him.
A blush rises to his cheeks, and he scratches his neck.
Just like Adrien, my mind thinks unhelpfully.
"Yeah." He gulps, his Adam's apple rising and falling.
I think back to all the things that have happened over the few days.
Chat Noir got hurt, breaking his arm and ankle, and scraping up his face. The last time I saw Adrien, he was in a sling, and limping.
"I..." I begin, not knowing what to say, but wanting to say something.
More silence. I could feel Chat staring at me, his eyes baring holes into my skin, but I couldn't glance up at him.
"Say something, Ladybug." He says, almost sounding desperate. His normal arrogant aura was no where to be seen, felt or heard.
"How..." I look up at him. His blonde hair, a little bit more unruly, but still the same shade, length and style as Adrien's. His green eyes, although displayed with slits like a cat were the same shade of green I had fawned over for many months.
"There aren't many teen male models in Paris with blonde hair and green eyes, so... You must know who I am." He says as his miraculous beeps.
He sounded bitter.
"I just hope that you'll tell me who you are."
I blink.
"Adrien... You're Adrien Agreste." I finally say, breaking my side of the suffocating silence.
He smiles bitterly, not showing his teeth. "In the flesh." Another beep. This time, not from his Miraculous.
It felt strange, as time dwindled down, just standing here, waiting for our disguises to flash away.
Two more beeps and both of us would have our identities on full display.
I glance over to my side.
Sir Snot-a-lot and his gang were still here.
"Help me move them." I say, standing up, and walking over to him, bending down and grabbing Sir Snot-a-lot's arms, dragging him behind stage.
He was knocked out cold, and snoring. As was his entire posse of theatre nuts.
Chat jumps up over the seat, and climbs onto the stage.
He grabbed two civilians, and starts dragging them behind the stage, following me.
No... It wasn't Chat... It was Adrien.
It was Adrien who I had become best friends with. Adrien, who I had carried on my back so many times... Who had carried me on his back so many times.
I grab more people, and start to drag them faster, until there were no more, and Cha- Adrien came out from backstage.
I sit down. Letting my legs dangle over the side of the stage, and he takes his place next to me.
I grab his hands, and suck in a deep breath.
"Close your eyes." I say, quietly, "Open them when you hear the second beep."
I watch as his green eyes shine with distrust, but then, they slowly close, and mine follow, leading my mind into darkness.
But suddenly, images fill up my mind.
Me and Adrien playing video games together in my room. Me and Chat, hanging out on my roof.
Me and Adrien working on our History project together, while me and Chat defeat the Baconater.
One beep and a flash of bright light against my eyeballs. I shut them tighter.
Me and Adrien walking in the park. Me and Chat, waiting for Mr. Pigeon in the park.
Me and Adrien in the locker room while he asks me if I think Chat Noir is cool...
I smile a bit, and suddenly taste the saltiness of a tear.
So many memories of us together.
A second beep, and a second flash of bright light.
I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer, lingering on the memory, of me kissing Chat... Of me kissing Adrien, cleansing him of his hatred.

And I open my eyes.

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I was so scared to post this chapter.

Hopefully it's not terrible and rushed because I've been delaying posting it because I'm like, oh it needs to be revised one more time...

Well, that was about 3 revisions ago so...

Also, sorry I didn't post it on the 15th... It was ma birthday so.. Yeah, haha.

So, this is for the people who comment "Reveal plz"

It gets kinda annoying after a while, and when you keep pressuring an author to update or write the reveal, then it ebbs with the natural flow of the story.

I know, I've been in your position before. Of course I want my favorite author to update another chapter!! And of course, as the author, I already know that you guys want me to update.

So, trying to say this nicely, please don't pressure authors to do things. You liked a story because the author wrote it naturally, not because someone pressured them into writing it. If I listened to that person who told me to write the reveal several chapters ago, then you wouldn't have gotten those last five chapters, and you wouldn't have gotten Sir Snottie.. (Why would you want that??)

Yeah...

So.

Thanks for listening to my rambling.

ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE PUNS I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO ANSWER THEM BUT I LOVE ALL YOU CATTY CHAT-TERS.

                       •I LOVED THEM ALL•