Mercy: A MariChat Story

Chapter 1: Paris

Another Akuma attack came and went. Ladybug and Chat Noir were standing outside of the door to a janitor's' closet at the Collège Françoise Dupont, where the attack had taken place. Her earrings gave the first of several beeps, signaling the end of her transformation.
"Bye Kitty! See you later!" She called.
"M'lady. Please. I can't do this anymore. I need to know who you are." He begged.
"No, Chaton." Ladybug sighed sympathetically.
"Why? It's easier if we know. We can help each other!" He responrded pleadingly.
"No. We can't. I'm... Weak. Without this." The heroine gestured to her suit and mask. "I'm not what you think I am. I don't want it to affect us."
"What could you have to possibly hide under the mask that's so horrific that you can't trust me?! If anything, it would make me love you more. Whoever you are, I know I love you!" The leather clad boy whimpered.
Another beep.
"I need to go. I'm sorry, Kitty. When it's right, I promise." She said as she hugged him, then ducked into the closet.
"But it's never right..." He whispered to himself. Chat Noir quickly ducked into one of the nearby classrooms and detransformed. Putting in his earbuds, he exited the room. "Shape of You" by Ed Sheeran began to play through his phone. Not having anything else to do, he began to dance around, pulling aerials and flips, all while his phone was in his jeans pocket.
"Come on, be my baby, come on...
Come on, be my baby, come on..." Another flip onto one of the hand rails. "Come on, be my baby, come on..." A jump landing perched on a windowsill. "Come on, be my baby, come on..." He repeated the chorus over and over along with the song as he began to scale the brick wall. No one was in the school, and he wanted to clear his head, but Plagg was out of energy. So, he remained Adrien as he climbed, his Chat Noir instincts taking over. The next thing he knew, he was up on one of the beams by the glass ceiling. Checking his phone, he realized he had only listened to about two minutes of the song, and he was already there.
"Mph." The blonde mumbled contentedly. He was interrupted by a loud creak coming from a door. Adrien quickly slipped into the small shadows, crouched behind a beam. Peering out, he noticed it was the same door his Lady had entered earlier. A bluenette's head poked out, looking left and right to check for anyone, likely him. 'Is that... Sorry, M'lady, but I must.' He decided.
'I can't see...' He thought to himself. The model quickly scrambled to a different beam, one much closer, and continued to watch. The girl exited and walked casually down the stairs. Adrien noticed a puddle of water and was about to warn her, but had to remind himself he was hiding. She, unfortunately, did not see, slipping and falling, landing sprawled out on her back.
"Ow..."  He heard her say as she laid there, not moving.
Adrien's POV:
    I finally got a clear view of her face as I climbed onto a beam above her. "No..." I whispered. "Marinette?" She stood up and brushed herself off as I turned around to climb back down, but I lost my foothold, holding on with just my arms. My fingers began to slip as I swung desperately, trying to get a good foothold again. I eventually pulled myself up, but my phone fell down in the process. "Crap." I cursed silently. Marinette turned to the source of the noise and immediately noticed my phone, the screen newly shattered.
    "I remember you. You're Adrien's." She said dryly, talking to my phone. "Remember me? And my awful voicemail? Or the fact that I stole you from Adrien's gym locker when I should have been at my sculpture unveiling?" I gasped as she chuckled to herself.
'Copycat? Theo? Is that what she meant?' She exited the school quickly, taking my phone with her. I finally climbed down from my hiding spot and ran home.
No One's POV:
"Why am I so screwed, Plagg?" The poor boy asked the kwami. "She friend zoned me as Ladybug and hates me as Marinette!"
"Why'd you say she hates you, cheese bringer? I think you should have used 'loathes' or 'fears'." The kwami snickered to himself.
"I'm never going to get her to love me! What can I do?!"
"Well, maybe you should check to see if she really does hate you, first." Plagg suggested.
"How can I ask her?! I'm ADRIEN. Asking her as Adrien would b- OOOOOOOH. Plagg! Claws out!"
"Waitwhataboutmycheeeeeeeeee-" The small cat tried to say as he was sucked into the ring.
Chat Noir's POV:
I always loved swinging across rooftops, staring at the sunset. The vibrant colours reminded me of her. Of her favourite song.
"Chat, I'll let you ask me one VAGUE question about me." Ladybug suggested. We were sitting in our spots on top of the Eiffel tower, staring at the sunset.
"Are you serious? Wow, hmm...." I replied, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic. "What's your favourite song?"
"Promise not to laugh?" She asked shamefully.
"Never, M'Lady!" I declared.
"It's an American band. Have you heard of 'The Chainsmokers'?" She questioned. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect pink lips as they moved while she spoke, every delicate word coming out so uniquely but originally. But, it was all natural, as if makeup was forbidden on her perfect lips. "Chat?!" She complained irritably, snapping her fingers in my face.
"Huh- oh, yeah, I love The Chainsmokers! I love 'Starving'! Go on!" I squeaked. Crap, chat! Get your eagerness under control!
"As cheesy as it is, my favourite song is 'Paris'..." My love trailed off. "Stupid right?"
"If we go down, then we go down together," I started to sing.
"They'll say you could do anything, they'll say that I was clever!" She joined me with a giggle.
"If we go down, then we go down together," I repeated, lifting her up off the ground. We were standing face to face, inches apart, in a ballroom-waltz position. My one hand was still firmly holding her other and my right had somehow found its way to her hip. She smirked and continued, throwing her free arm around my shoulders.
"We'll get away with anything, let's show them we are better!"
I led her through a waltz, chorusing, "Let's show them we are better!"
We sang together, dancing, twirling, and laughing the night away.
"We were staying in Paris,
To get away from your parents,
You looked so proud," I released her hip, spinning her along the edge of a narrow beam. Rather than spin back to me, she grabbed my arm, jolting me out with her.
"If we go down, then we go down together!
They'll say you could do anything, they'll say that I was clever!
If we go down, then we go down together!
We'll get away with anything, let's show them we are better!"
"Show them we are, show them we are...." Her voice chorused softly as I walked over to her, placing my hands on her hips, leaning in, closer and closer, as she kept repeating, "Show them we are, show them we are..."
It felt like there was no one in the world but us, like time had stopped. If time had stopped, I'd never want it to start again. My lips brushed against hers, snapping her back to reality. She pulled away in a fit of laughter, while I attempted to regain my composure.
"Chaton, you're a pretty good singer!"
"As are you, M'Lady!" My ring beeped, telling me that I had to go. I silently cursed Plagg for ruining the moment, but it wasn't my choice.
"Adeiu, M'Lady!"
........(Flashback over)........
That was probably the time either side of her opened up the most to me.
"We were staying in Paris," I sung quietly to myself.
"Show you I am better..."
After several more houses, I finally landed on hers, my Princess's house. I delicately tapped the window with a leather clad finger. She jumped at the knocking, shrieking something but I couldn't make it out as a little red blur flashed through her room. Maybe that was a kwami? I don't know. She slipped over to the door and let me in.
Marinette's POV....
I quickly answered the door, muffling the irritation of being interrupted.
"Chat Noir! Why are you here? Is an akuma attacking?" Deep down, I knew nothing was happening, but I couldn't let him know that. He seemed to frown at my words, as if something about them stung him, like he knew I was lying, but he quickly covered it.
"Why, can't I just stop by for a little Chat with my Purrincess? Purrease?" Internally, I groaned at the pun, but forced myself to chuckle. Chat gave me another quizzical look, and this time I stared back, almost getting lost in his green eyes, reminding me so much of our night up on the Eiffel Tower.
"Oh, Chat... if only..." I whispered, almost inaudibly. I could barely hear it, but he quirked his head to the side, giving me the look I felt way too familiar with already. His eyes took in my room, studying every detail, as if he was being tested on it later, before his eyes landed on my 'Adrien Agreste' collage and screensaver.
"I- uh- er..." I stuttered goofily, a blush quickly heating my face.
"You like him, don't you?" He asked, his focus still on my posters.
"Yeah... Silly, isn't it? I mean, he's a famous model! He's rich, upper class, probably meets girls better than me all the time! He's kind, amazing, beautiful, everything I'm not. He probably doesn't even notice me..." I sighed, tears welling in my eyes. But before I could wallow in self pity any longer, a black hand grabbed my face and jolted me roughly, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
Chat's POV:
I can't believe it. Here My Lady is, crying over me, because I was so stupid as to not see her! I'm the reason she's upset and broken. How could I be so cruel? Before I knew what I was doing, I looked her in the eyes, those beautiful sapphire blue eyes, and told her firmly,
"Purrincess, you are amazing. You deserve more than him. You are the kindest person I have ever met, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And if they do, they won't see tomorrow." She giggled at my frustration, just like on the tower. When we almost kissed. 'No Chat, don't.' I reminded myself forcibly, taking a step towards her. She had not broken eye contact as she took a step backwards, coming into contact with the wall. "Chat?..." She mumbled fearfully. I couldn't stop now, I couldn't control it. I just wanted to kiss her, make her mine, take away all the pain anyone had ever caused her. I leaned in, my eyes full of lust and hers full of fear.
"Please, don't..." She resisted feebly. My hands pressed against the wall alongside her as I leaned in, my face getting closer and closer to hers. I couldn't stop. I wanted her to feel my love, not pain. I wanted her, and my cat instincts told me to take what I wanted. My lips brushed against hers as the fear in her eyes turned to strength and anger. She ducked under me, kicking me face first into the wall where she just was. I'm pretty sure I blacked out, because the next thing I remember was waking up on the roof next door with an ice pack on my head and a note that stated, "Don't try that again. If you do, I'll kick your *ss! (Again)
Love,
Marinette
I laughed, wondering what I just got myself into. The sun had set and I checked my watch. "Oh CRAP! I'm going to be late for dinner! I. Am. Doomed."