The Art of Love, Death and Luck. A miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction.

Infernal Devices

But it is so lovely."

"Why thank you, m'lady!"

"Not you, silly kitty!" Ladybug rolled her eyes and inspected the graffitied wall with awe while Chat Noir did the same- although he was not looking at the wall...

Leaves of emerald framed the skillfully designed Chrysanthemum flower. It's white petals still wet and fresh and smelling like brand new spray paint. Cursive words spiralled out of the flower like vines and the blue-bell eyed heroine murmured the words.

"If no one cares for you at all then do you even really exist?"

"M'lady," her partner persisted. "We have been given orders from the mayor to capture the culprit, not admire their work."

Ladybug frowned slightly as she reached out a hand and placed her fingertips on the words.
"Culprit . . . ?" She inquired and earning a raised brow from Chat.

"Ladybug- Ma Cherie- What is wrong? Usually you get the job done in a snap of a finger. What is it about this Vandalism that keeps you from that?"

"Culprit," the red clad girl repeated, making the corners of Chat's mouth twitch.

Out of the whole time he was talking the only thing his lady understood was "culprit".

He simply could not help but smirk.

"Artist not culprit." She corrected.

"Vandalism is a crime."

"Art is not a crime!" Ladybug tore her gaze away from the the flower, her oceanic blue eyes meeting Chat's forest green ones.

Chat had always studied her carefully: The way her glossy lashes dipped as she was deep in thought; How her velvety lips pursed as he aggravated her with endless puns; The glowing redness of her cheeks after running to and from an akuma; How her hair blew past her shoulders and how her bright eyes lit up her face when she swung from one building to the other she was almost flying. . . .

But this fire in her eyes was new. The way the glowing moon illuminated them and her face determined:

She was inspired.

She was beautiful.

"It is only a flower, Ladybug." He said carefully.

"It is more than that Chat- It's... It's meaningful."

"I do not understand. Out of all the amazing paintings you could choose from the Louvre, you picked this spray painted flower out of an alley in the shadiest part of Paris?
Ladybug shook her head wistfully just as her earrings started beeping. "About what you mentioned earlier," Chat said as Ladybug dug out her yo-yo. "You said that Art was not a crime so what is it then?"

"Art?" She said. "Art is freedom."

"Freedom?" The word sounded foreign in Chat's tongue for he has never tasted it. "Even if it was a Criminal who painted this?"

   "Criminals belong behind bars. Whoever painted this was an artist, and artists roam free."

  Their eyes met for a brief moment before Ladybug took her leave. Swiftly and skillfully darting from rooftop to rooftop.

  "Freedom," Chat whispered, staring at the painting.

  A shiver went up his spine and a thrilling feeling bubbled up in his chest. Just the thought alone felt like a dozen pounds were lifted from his shoulders and he felt light. Like a bird.