Breathless: A MariChat Fanfiction

Chapter 9: The First Boy She Sees

Third Person POV

"Oh come on, you wussy!"

"Uh uh," Chat Noir said, shaking his head wildly as it seems like he was trying to rack his brain. Marinette clenched both of her fists into a tight ball and slammed the table repeatedly, continously trying to cheer for Chat Noir as enlightment sparks in her blue bell eyes. Chat Noir drew back his lips, still shaking his head. Marinette lets out an annoyed groan, flopping on the floor as her hopes were completely vanished. She dramatically groaned and groaned, wishing Chat Noir would stop being a wussy.

"Ugggh."

"Jeez, stop."

"Ugggggghh," she groaned louder. Chat Noir knitted his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes in disgust at seeing how aggravating Marinette was. A tick appeared on his head.

"Stop. Either way, anything you'll do won't change my mind in the end.... even if it's so annoying," he grunted at the last part, twitching his eye.

Marinette huffed and sat down properly, dusting her sweater. "If you'll do it, I'll tell you I'm actually La-" then Marinette slapped her mouth after realizing what she said, to prevent her from spilling out the words.

"Pardon?"

"Anyways! You've gotta do your dare or I'll call you the ultimate scaredy cat!" Marinette frantically changed the topic. She scratched her head and laughed nervously. Chat Noir wasn't particularly bothered by it, so he shrugged it of his mind and continued the arguement. Besides, what's the point of dwelling deeply in thoughts when he was here to cheer up his Princess?

"So what?"

"So this!" with that said, Marinette stood up dauntelessly. Chat Noir stared at her in awe, but at the same time he was trying to figure out what she was doing. Marinette walked stoutly, turned her heel to face Chat who has sitting down politely at the end of table. Marinette bent down a bit and hooked Chat's arm with her two hands as Chat raised his brow. Marinette suddenly tugged him with force and dragged him to the bathroom.

"H-hey!" Chat shouted, loss of words. "I-I'm not doing this! Let me go! Dang you're strong..." he mumbled the last part as he tried to retrieve his arm while being ferociously dragged across the floor. Marinette arrived the bathroom faster than expected with Chat out of breath under her grasp. She quickly snatched the closest toothbrush.

"Get ready," she smirked nastily.

Chat froze in terror, still under her grasp of her right arm. "Marinette, don't you..."

Marinette dipped the toothbrush in the toilet.

".... dare."

She twirled the toothbrush in the toilet water while grinning goofily. Chat felt like gagging. Marinette lifted the toothbrush and angled it towards Chat's mouth. "Say aaahh," she giddly laughed.

Chat faced the other way. "Get it away from me! I am not doing the dare! Marinette!"

"Fine, then I'll kiss you."

"W-what?" Chat stammered, facing Marinette almost instantly. Marinette grinned, taking the perfect chance to shove the toothbrush in his mouth.

"Brush it! Brush your teeth!"

"GAH- Ge- NGGH!"

Chat and Marinette sat back at the table. Chat was beyond digusted and Marinette still had that goofy grin plastered on her smile.

"Your face was priceless when I-"

"Don't. Say. A. Word."

"............Heh."

"Truth or dare?" Chat asked with a deathly voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"Dare."

Now it was Chat who grinned evily.

"Hey, I'm doing this because I felt guitly, so you better be thankful," Marinette sighed as she gazed around her living room.

"Oh please. You've made the biggest mistake in your life," he chuckled as a strong aura starting growing around his presence. This slightly made Marinette uneasy.

Marinette gulped.

"I dare you to ask a boy out, the first boy you'll see once you step out the door, after you get make over from me."

Marinette deathpanned him. She could imagine herself asking out an old man with a hideous make up on her face, done by the one and only Chat Noir. Marinette turned white after thinking that thought, a ghostly tear streaming down her face. Marinette can sense her lifespan shortening every second.

"Let's just get over with it....."

Chat Noir had the biggest grin on his face. "With pleasure, my princess."

Chat Noir was guided by Marinette's voice to find her mom's makeup. After he spotted them, he snatched them all hastily from her vanity, impatient to do this marvelous dare, and rushed back to Marinette who seemed lifeless.

"You don't even know what contour is..." she sweatdropped.

"I'll figure it out," he shrugged. He opened the cosmetic after setting them on the table neatly. He took the contour and scooped it with his finger. He tried to figure it out while Marinette continuously sighed heavily. He finally decides to put it on her cheek, and smeared it across her face. "Voila!"

Marinette glanced at her face in the mirror. She had a disgusted look on her face, "It's uneven..."

"Whatever, it looks even to me," he stuck his tongue out childishly. Marinette shot him a death glare but Chat's childishness blinded it away. Chat Noir carefully chose another cosmetic product. He took the eye shadow pallette. "Blue!" he said loudly. Before Marinette could protest, Chat Noir took the small brush, rubbed it on the blue color and smeared it above her eye. Then he mixed the blue color with red as he did it on both eyes. Right after that he started drawing on her eyebrows.

"Geez, slow down. Your practically trying to stab my eyebrows," Marinette complained. Chat ignored her and continued doing it. He did it so thick it looked so bushy, and so long too that both of her eyebrows connected together like a unibrow. Chat stepped back to view at the masterpiece and snickered. Marinette already felt self-concious and her self esteem lowered a billion times. Marinette tried to snatch the mirror but Chat pushed it away before she could get her hands on it. "No so fast there Marinette," he teased while Marinette just glared at him. Chat then took the powder and practically slapped her cheeks with it. Her cheeks looked so red that she looked like a tomato, actually, only one side of her cheeks were extremely red while the other was only tinted. What comes next, was the lipstick. Chat Noir took a deep red color and smeared it on her lips so unevenly and so thick, her lips looked so unbelievably swollen. Chat couldn't help but laugh at his masterpiece.

Marinette died on the spot as she looked at her face.

Chat Noir was satisfied and his stomach churned in excitement.

"Remember! The first boy you meet, you gotta ask him out! Even a baby, or an old man, Gahaha!"

"You don't have to remind my hideous self..."

Marinette reached for the door and rotated the door knob as she pushed the door opened to reveal herself to Paris. Marinette closed her eyes. 'The first boy I see, the first boy I see....' she said to herself repeatedly in her mind. Chat Noir's giggling could be heard in the bakground. In an instance she shot her eyes open and the first boy she was.....

"Marinette?" the boy called out.

"Nathanael?" she widened her eyes in shock. Chat Noir abruptly stopped laughing and plastered a serious expression on his face.

'Anyone, just not him' Chat Noir hissed in his thoughts, threateningly glaring at Nathanael who glared back in shock.