The Rain Woman Pt. 1

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As Marinette and Alya sat in Marinette's room, working on a project, Alya picked up her phone and giggled.

"What's going on?" Marinette inquired.

"Nothing..." Alya turned her back to Marinette, causing the blue-black haired girl to peek over her friend's shoulder. As she did, she saw Adrien Agreste's name as the one Alya was contacting.

And the messages were something along the lines of this:

AD: Hi
AL: Hey
AD: So, I know you're pretty close with Marinette...
AL: Yeah. What about it?
AD: Well, I need to ask her something but I don't know her number.

Alya was just about to type back when Marinette grabbed the phone from her hands. "Hey!" Alya turned around to Marinette, seeing her best friend was clutching the phone close to her chest.

"You can't tell him! Who knows what he wants?!" Marinette gasped and started on a ramble about her crush. "Ooh! What if he wants to ask me on a date? Or that he's in love with me?!" Alya sighed and slipped the phone away from Marinette long enough to type her friend's number to Adrien.
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Adrien Agreste sat on the black couch in his huge room, clutching his phone and staring in boredom at the ceiling.

Just then, his phone buzzed and he took a peek to see a reply from Alya. Marinette's phone number. He smiled to himself and added it to his contacts, assuring himself that it would come in handy. Especially for his next step.

A while back, there was one akuma called The Shipper. Strange enough, this person was not in love with large, wooden boats, but rather "shipping" people. He would see two (or more) people and start writing something called a fanfiction. He wrote a story about how they fell in love and blah blah blah. (-A/N: I know this isn't the akuma in the title, but we are getting to that, trust me. I wonder if this should be a two-parter....)

So, this person got akumatized because someone had taken his notebook that contained all of these stories and proceeded to rip some stories out.  Obviously, he was upset and snatched the notebook and a few pages, then ran away. Then, you know the rest.

Now, that person went around writing names into their notebook and soon those people were smashed together and they would either shrug or start fighting, neither kind being able to escape a bubble that incased them. So, those person was obviously a fan of Ladybug and Chat Noir, because as the duo came rising in with attacks, The Shipper wrote their names in his notebook and they were trapped in the bubble. They tried everything, but not even Chat's Cataclysm could break it. The only thing that broke the bubble was Ladybug's lucky charm: a pair of fake lips, one for her and one for Chat.  They "kissed", and released themselves.

Soon, after defeating The Shipper, Ladybug heard her Miraculous beeping. She ran off to a secluded ally, not noticing a certain cat following her. She transformed back to her regular self as Marinette with a sigh, holding her kwami in her hands. Chat gasped to himself and ran back home.

Once there, he transformed back to himself and fell to the floor on his knees.

"Marinette..." He felt his chest tightening. Ladybug, his true love, was actually Marinette, the girl who always seemed to avoid him?! How could this be? They were two different people! Well, that's quite hypocritical, considering he was very kind and slightly timid as Adrien but flirty and confident as Chat Noir. But, how could Marinette become Ladybug? She didn't look like she had a Miraculous, much less a kwami. Although, he didn't exactly go around telling everyone he had a Miraculous and showing off Plagg. Still, you would think he could tell who she was by looking at her!

So, obviously he texted the number given to him and waited again. At that point, he was called down for lunch.
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Marinette felt her phone buzz and opened it to see...

"Who the heck is this?" She said aloud. She immediately texted back to the mysterious number.

??: Hello, Princess.
MA: Who is this? I don't know you, do I?
??: Ah, but you might. I do happen to visit every night...

Marinette thought for a moment. He visits every night? The only one who did that was Chat Noir, because after the Evillistrator he wasn't sure that she wouldn't be targeted again. But, at this point it became annoying.

MA: So... How did Chat Noir get my number?
CH: How did my purr-incess guess it? And so fast?
MA: I could smell the annoyance of your puns a mile away.

Adrien chuckled to himself and put his phone away to eat. Marinette slipped her phone back into her pocket and went on with Alya.

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Later that night, after Marinette had eaten dinner, she found herself on her computer and looking up new inspiration for a design when she heard a thunk on her balcony. She got up and climbed up the ladder to her balcony to see Chat Noir casually crouching on her railing. She walked up to him with a swagger and gave a suspicious look.

"How did you get my number?" Chat froze up. He realized that if he told the truth about how Alya sent him her number, she would know that he was Adrien! (Alya told him that Marinette had found out) So, Chat did one thing he only did as a plan Z.

He grabbed Marinette and smashed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. Why? Because that's his Plan Z: if anyone starts asking questions and you can't make up a story and you're not about to reveal your identity, either punch them, if they are a guy,or kiss them, if they are a girl. Obviously, she wasn't a guy, so....
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Hey babes!
So, I'm gonna turn this into a two-parter. Why? Because this is long already as is! And I need to rest. I'm getting randomly sad nowadays and I have no idea why. (Maybe I should go back to Dr. Monturi...?)

Anyhow, I love how well you have responded to this book! Votes and adding to reading lists all the time, I love it! And I love all my new babes coming in, so welcome to them. Otherwise, no new developments excepts stories. Also, I'm running out of ideas. Maybe you guys have ideas?

Love ya babes!
-Ella Kinders

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