Chat...Blanc? (EDITING)

Chapter 4 - Cinnamon and Vanilla

Chat's POV

Marinette... is she who I think she is? Yes, I thought, growling internally. She is. My grip on the frightened girl tightened, and Marinette's expression turned more pained. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she whispered, holding her hands close to her chest. I realized I had been glaring at her.

"Nothing of your concern, Princess," I hissed. I twirled around the room, swinging Marinette with me. She let out a small whimper, and I slowed down. 

"What do you want me for?" she asked, a small hint of stubbornness in her voice. 

"I told you," I said impatiently. "I need to know who Ladybug is, and where I can find her." I threw Marinette onto her bed and I slumped into her desk chair. 

Marinette sat on her bed and twiddled her thumbs nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered. My anger boiled, and I stood up suddenly, knocking over her chair.

"YES YOU DO!" I yelled, my hands in fists at my sides. Marinette flinched at my sudden outburst, but I didn't care. I pointed a claw at Marinette, who had silent tears trailing down her cheek. "You are going to tell me who she is, and you are going to tell me now," I hissed. Marinette cradled her knees and her crying became heard. I felt my heart soften.

"I- d-don't know a-anything!" she wailed, covering her face with her hands. I stared at her earrings. They were bothering me. I took a step forward, and Marinette pressed herself against her pillows. 

"Marinette, I already know you're Ladybug. I just need you to say it for me," I purred. 

A sob hitched in Marinette throat. "I- I- I'm not Ladybug!" she shouted defiantly. Marinette managed a hysterical giggle. "You really think that me, shy little Marinette, is Ladybug? I can barely defend myself from my bully Chloe!" Her hysterical tone threw me for a loop. 

So... she wasn't Ladybug? Okay then... "But you do know who she is, right?" I asked again. Marinette sighed heavily, signaling she knew nothing. She then flopped onto her bed, her arms and legs spreda out like a starfish.

I dropped to the ground and slowly crept up her stairs, the ones that led to her bed. I could smell Marinette from here; she smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. 

I smiled. 

I like cinnamon and vanilla. 

-*-

Marinette's POV

I didn't want to be here. My situation was bad. Very, very bad. 

I heard shuffling around my stairs. And Chat Blanc wasn't talking to me. I rolled over on to my side and stared at the soft cotton of my bed. The scuffling stopped. One tear dripped down my face. I missed the old Chat.

Two white cat ears poked out from the end of the bed, followed by curious orange eyes. "BAH!" I screamed, jumping back. The two eyes squinted at me, losing their curious light. Chat Blanc popped his whole head up, and I noticed his grin. His scary, maniacal grin. His nose twitched.

"You smell like... cinnamon." He licked his lips. "And vanilla." I scrambled of my bed and bolted for my trap door. Just as I was about to reach it, a silver metal pole shot out and slammed right before my hand. "No, Princess," Chat Blanc snarled.

Chat examined his long, scary claws. "Did I ever tell you how much I love cinnamon and vanilla?" I pressed my back against my wall again. "No," I whispered hesitantly. "I- I have cinnamon and vanilla croissants at the bakery! I can get you some-"

 "NO!" Chat yelled. I flinched. He retracted his staff from the door.

"I want you, Princess."

-*-

Chat Blanc's POV

Marinette's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "B-but-" I took a step forward and a tear slid down her cheek. I put my hand under her chin and examined her face. Jesus, she was beautiful. I could see her soft pink lips... and I went for it.

A strangled gurgle sounded in Marinette's throat as I pressed my lips to hers, but it died quickly. Marinette still wasn't kissing me back, so I released her. Her lips tasted like peppermint. Marinette still flattened herself up against the wall, and her breathing was shallow. I reached in to caress her face, but then-

SMACK!

A stinging pain coursed through my left cheek, and my vision blurred. I slumped onto the ground, but quickly jumped up again. When my vision cleared, Marinette stood in front of me, her hand red, her eyes seething with rage. "How dare you!?" she screamed. She grabbed a box from her desk and threw it at me with all her strength. It flew past my head, but she scared me anyways.

"You just can't come in here, threaten me, then kiss me!" she yelled. A purse flew by my head. I clambered onto the stairs as more things reached terminal velocity above me. "Get out!" she screamed. "Get OUT!"

I popped open the trapdoor and jumped into the night air, taking in the stars. The silver bell on my suit tinkled with my movements, and I perched on top of the railing of her balcony. I grin played on my face as I heard more of her furious rants. 

Goodbye, my Cinnamon Princess.

Goodbye, but not farewell.