Keep Me Warm

Fire

"This is Alya Césaire, owner of the Ladyblog, and I'm reporting live from the Eiffel Tower. With me today I have one of Paris' beloved superheroes, Chat Noir." She turned to Chat who was waving at the camera. "Will you answer some of our viewers' questions?" The brunette extended her mike to the darkly clad hero, an expectant look on her face. With a charming grin, Chat winked at the camera. "Oh, fur sure."

Flashing him a blinding smile, Alya glanced at the first index card in her hand. "Our first question is from Caroline DuPont, age 13. 'How does it feel to save Paris day after day?'"
Chat Noir grinned cheekily. "It's pawsitively amazing. I can't tail you how purr-oud I am to defend this city." Alya chuckled weakly and put the notecard in the back of her pile.

"Uh, ok... moving on... Pierre François, age 17, asks, 'Will we ever get to know who you are under the mask?'" A slight breeze blew stray strands of the budding journalist's hair across her face and she reached up to brush it out of the way.

Chat Noir chuckled. "Unfortunately, I can't reveal that information. Sorry to disappoint, Pierre."

Alya silently quelled the disappointment in her chest and adjusted her glasses as she prepared for her final question. "Ok last one!" She flipped to the bottom of the pile.

"This one is from Jacques Leroy, age 19. 'Who is Ladybug to you?'"

With a confident smirk, Chat stared directly into the camera, a shit eating grin spreading across his face. "You see, Ladybug and I are like this..."

CLANK. Marinette's spoon clattered loudly as it tumbled out of her hand and crashed onto the floor. Her mouth hung open, eyes wide open and glued to the television.

"Marinette? Is something wrong?" Madame Dupain-Cheng left her business in the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, to check on her daughter.

Quickly straightening up, Marinette stuttered. "N-no nothing's wrong! Nothing at all!"

Shaking her head, her mother returned to the kitchen.

Eyes fixed upon the T.V. screen, Marinette bent down to pick up her spoon. She winced slightly as her foot touched the ground. Her leg was still in the processing of healing after the battle against the Quaker the day before. Most of the time, ignoring the pain made her forget it was even there, but this morning it ached more than earlier.

".... Ladybug and I, we're like this." The Chat Noir on her television screen crossed his fingers to emphasize his point. "We're inseparable. That's why we're the best partnership; no one can get between us. Honestly, I think we're soulmates." He grinned widely, unashamed of his bold words.

Alya's grin mirrored his own. "Thank you so much for answering our questions. Looking forward to meeting you and Ladybug sometime soon! I'll let you go for now. You have a city to save."

Chat winked at the camera once again. "No problem. Well then, I'll be on my way. Cat-ch you later!" With a final wave, he leaped gracefully out of site and the footage ended.

"Soulmates?? Is he serious??" Marinette exclaimed loudly. She scrambled for the remote to turn off the television and plopped down on the couch with a huff. "Seriously, what does he think he's saying?"

"Marinette." This time it was her dad who came out of the kitchen. "You'd better get a move on if you're going to make it to school on time." Glancing at the the clock in the living room, Marinette jumped out of her seat. "Ah, I'm going to be late!!" From somewhere inside the young girl's jacket, her kwami let out a deep sigh.