Chat...Blanc? (EDITING)

Chapter 8 - The Diary Confession

Marinette's POV

Alya slumped to the ground, blood spilling down her neck. She gasped, trying to get in air. "ALYA!" I screamed, dropping on my knees. I cradled my friend in my arms, holding her tight. I believed that if I didn't hold on tight enough, her soul would slip away. I cried, hot tears sliding down my cheeks and dropping onto my dying friend. I looked up at Chat, and his mouth was twisted in a grimace, like he wasn't proud of what he did, but he wasn't sorry either.

I gently laid Alya on the ground, and then jumped to my feet. "HOW COULD YOU?" I screamed, emotion crackling in my voice. Chat just stared at me, his orange eyes glinting with dangerous anger. Chat just looked at Alya, then regarded me, and sprinted away without a word.

That coward.

"Alya!" I gasped, turning back to her frail form. 

Alya coughed, sputtering blood, before she wheezed out; "Miraculous Ladybug... healing powers." I dried my tears with my sleeve and nodded. I knew what I had to do.

"Tikki, transform me!" I yelled. I felt the familiar warm light of my transformation, and my suit covered me. Instantly the knife that I had used to cut the ropes on the people before dropped into my hand. With no hesitation, I threw the knife into the air, yelling, "Miraculous Ladybug!"

Fluttering light swirled around Alya, as well as branching out to the rest of the city, where no doubt damage had been done. When the comforting light disappeared, Alya was still laying on the ground, a cut still etched on her neck. The wound was still bleeding, but it wasn't as deep as before. It was no longer deadly.

"Alya!" I breathed worriedly, de-transforming and rushing towards her. Alya got to her feet shakily, gladly accepting my arm for support. 

"Agh," she hissed, gently placing her hand on her throat. "This hurts a lot." I placed my hand on Alya's shoulder, guiding her out of the alley as we walked. 

"I know, Alya. That's why I'm getting you to the hospital," I assured her. "And just maybe, you'll get a super special interview of Ladybug," I added with a smile. Alya laughed, until that laugh turned into a sour grunt of pain.

"Come on, girl. We need to get you some help."

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Chat Blanc's POV

I raced along the rooftops, angry tears dropping in the wind. How could she do that to me? She lied! She lied to me, her partner... I growled, more hot tears staining my face.

I raced towards Marinette's house. I was gonna give her a piece of my mind.

I jumped onto her terrace, knocking over a few of her potted plants. I slipped into her room from the stairs, examining the whole place.

I could hide in the shadows, where I had hidden for Marinette last time. Or... maybe I could hide under her bed in the loft. Yes, I thought. ' I crawled up the stairs and slid myself under her bed. my chest rubbing the underside. I wiggled under, and my hand bumped into something. 

Is... Is this a box? I thought. I wiggled out from under the bed, still holding the box. I then sat on Marinette's bed, staring at the strange box. Inside of it was a little book. A diary? I grabbed the book quickly as the lid of the box snapped down, nearly trapping my hand inside. I glared at the little box before opening up the diary. 

The last journal entry was dated about a week ago. It read;

Dear Diary,

I am so, so confused. My life is just cluttered with boy drama. I know two boys, scratch that, three boys in my life that is making it hard for me to concentrate. The boys are Nathaneal, Adrien, and Chat Noir.

I know Nathaneal likes me. It's pretty obvious. Nathaneal's cute and funny (sort of), but he's really not my type. He's a great artist, and he's sweet and kind, but I just don't love him, like he does with me. I just don't think it would be fair to me or him. Plus, I feel like Nathaneal can be a bit rash, and harsh. 

Adrien... Adrien's just a wrok of art. Sweet, kind, always concerned for others. He's amazing! I don't think he notices though. I love his smile, and the way he always sees the best in everyone. and he's really cute. His laugh is contagious, and I curse myself everyday for overreacting on the gum on the seat incident. Now I just stutter around the boy. 

And  Chat Noir... Don't get me started. Sweet, funny, loyal, he has it all. A bit flirtatious, true, but he really is a good person. He's strong, and he's always there for me. He loves me. I know that. But he loves Ladybug, which is a piece of me. He doesn't really love me, Marinette. And the worst part is...

I think I might love him back. 

So I'm just really confused. Adrien is amazing, Chat Noir is... breathtaking, and I'm here stuck in the middle. Who do I really love? I'm just stuck in the middle. If only they could be the same person, then all of this would be so much easier. 

                                                                                -- Marinette D.C.

She loved me. She loved both sides of me. Why hadn't she mentioned it before? Was she scared? Was she afraid of rejection? Was she just so confused she decided to let the topic sit? I stared at the diary, eyes watering a bit, and then I heard the trapdoor creak. 

My anger started to fade, but...

She was coming in. 

I dropped to the ground and scooted myself under her bed, my chest scraping the underside (it kind of hurt). I heard Marinette pace across her floor, and then sink into her chair in front of her desk. "Tikki, I'm just... I'm just so worried about Alya! And... And Chat," she said to her Kwami. A squeaky voice replied, "I know, so why don't you take a nap? You kinda need one." Marinette groaned and swiveled in her chair. 

"Okay, okay, I will." Her chair squeaked, so she was getting up. "Its also Chat Blanc. How dare he hurt Alya!" Marinette shouted. I growled, and Chat Blanc started to take over again. Why does she always judge me? She doesn't know my life!

Marinette clambered up her stairs and threw herself on her bed, pressing down on me. I then heard muffled sobs echo through the bed. She was crying. What was she crying about? She doesn't know pain like me!

I became even more angry, and then I snapped. I leaped out from under the bed, and grinned. 

"What's wrong, My Lady?"

(A/N: sorry guys about how late this chapter is, it's just that it accidentally saved to a draft and I had to rewrite the whole thing. BTW, go check out my new story, Adrienette: Unfolding Love!It's a working progress, and it's about... Well you can just read the description. Anyways, sorry about this chapter again. Alpaca out!

                                             -- AlpacaTheGreat)