Breathless: A MariChat Fanfiction

Chapter 14: Will he leave?

CHAPTER 14:

Chat Noir, the little fellow known as Paris' young hero who works alongside Ladybug, who is now spending his time almost leisurely on the Eiffel Tower, hidden and camoflagged almost perfectly with the dark sky, along with the gloomy surroundings he's dwelled himself into. Although his hair was a bit damp from the light drizzle that was brought upon the city, he was completely fine. His suit was glossed with raindrops that trickled down his body, but that didn't bother him the slightest bit, for he was engulfed within his own thoughts. His aura became dangeriously menacing the longer he thought, a scowl donned his face and his emerald green eyes bore an icy glare. Chat clicked his tongue in annoyance and whipped his head to face the floor of the platform he was sitting on, the irritation was lessening and his breath was starting to breathe steadily.

He ran his fingers through his golden locks, then shaking his head as he attempted to dry his hair.

Chat swallows dryly, and dunks his head, shuts his eyes and breathes steadily before looking up to the sky dotted with stars. As the stars glimmered and showered him with their twinkling light, the blonde's lips tugged upward, then forming a charming smile that would flutter anyone's stomach.

The stars represent admiration that displayed in Ladybug's eyes, something he loved about her dearly and found it endearing. It captivated him; always made himself inspired, and for always having his hopes up. But then, it reminded him of Marinette too, of how her eyes would flawlessly sparkle whenever he compliments her or whenever he performed a friendly gesture. Speaking of Marinette, his eyes scanned the city and came across a small house that he found significant than the other houses; Marinette's house. Chat Noir wondered what she could be doing at this hour, the hour when he decided to escape and to plan an apology he's been wanting to plan about for a while.

Speaking on planning, that was what he's been doing for the past few minutes, but Nathanael would always come across his mind eventually, and the red-headed artist good-for-nothing boy made his blood boil more than ever. He would occasionally find himself unconsciously frowning, or sulking somewhere, or even frightening Plagg due to his out-of-character attitude.

Chat Noir blinked in excitement, realizing that tonight was the night when Marinette's parents will come home from their 3 day business trip or some sort. How did Chat even remember that?

Well nowadays, he notices every little detail about Marinette, big or small, he'll always be the first one to spot it. Is that creepy? Who knows. In any circumstance, Chat will memorize the slightest things that has to do with Marinette. Like how her hair would bounce when she runs, or the way she chews; she'll always chew in her right cheek when the food was a little hard to devour.

"Chat?" a familiar voice blurted out from the darkness, blurring him out from his little trance.

Chat Noir's heart fluttered; the voice sounded exactly like Marinette, and he excitedly turned around. Soon the unknown figure was recognized by Chat, and he looked somewhat disappointed. Crossing his legs, he clicked his tongue, continuing to relax and observe the sublime scenery before him. Honestly, he would've been more logical. Why did he suspect it to be Marinette when the little fragile girl can't even climb a ladder without wobbling. Is she can't do that, how will she successfully clime the Eiffel Tower?

Ladybug furrowed her eyebrows at his reaction and sat next to him, getting no reaction from him whatsoever. She was so used to being tackled and getting called "Bugaboo" as soon as she appeared. He would at least make a dumb joke, smile, wave if he's in a bad mood, or as far as Chat attempting to smash his lips against hers (which she always dodges). Oddly, he did none of that, and it made Ladybug confused more than ever. Chat Noir acting 'normally' in front of her is really something to worry about. Ladybug then decides to make a move and fixes her gaze unto the black cat, clearing her throat to speak.