Heartbreak, Hero Style (Complete)

Tower

He looked out at the streets they passed over calmly, watching helplessly as civilians backed into alleys and under benches. Some even hid crammed under cars and meekly behind lampposts. Some very few peeked out of their hiding places and found she was leaving, and helped others get over their sudden fears. He smiled lightly at the bravery of the citizens.

And then there was a fangirl scream from right where he smiled.

"HE SMILED AT ME?? HE SMILED AT ME!!!" a girl in a lilac tutu with black braids held her grinning face in her hands, jumping up and down. Rosalie stopped at her shrill voice, daggers pouring out of her eyes.

"He's not yours! He's not anyone's! He doesn't like anyone, so no one can have his attention! Especially not some braid haired girl on the street!!" she threw her arm out at the girl, small seeds landing around her and sprouting immediately through the pavement's cracks. She really screamed, ducking her head down as she was wrapped with thick stems, buds hanging unopened. "But I must say, you are sweet." she lifted her arm, revealing blooming pink roses and sharpening thorns, holding her in place. Others scattered, obviously not wanting a new cell.

"Hey, Rosalie? Isn't that a bit.. Harsh?"

"What do you mean?" She turned her head to face him, stopping in mid-air.

"I just mean.. She's just a fan. You're right, I don't like her like that, but I like her how I like all my fans. They're nice, but they mostly know they won't get with me. She never said that I might like her. Besides, I really wasn't smiling at her, I was smiling.. At everyone down there. For being brave."

Her eyes softened into a light crimson at his words, and he smiled back, glad he could still recognize her in there. "That's sweet of you.. But she took all the attention from everyone. She should still be there for a bit. Besides, she's really not in danger. She just can't move. It's like a time-out. She needs to think about her vanity."

As they started moving again, he noticed that Louis hadn't said anything the entire time. He only looked out expressionlessly, seeming to accept that this was happening. Nothing could stop this. He wished he could get him out right then, just to get that horrible look off his face.

"Louis!" a high-pitched voice cried out from below, making him loose his train of thought.

He looked down at the nearly empty street, seeing a young girl with dark grey curly hair with a strange grey tint to her otherwise peachy skin and half a comma shaped mask on her not-black eye (the other eye had pitch black replacing the whites) being followed by a much taller girl with a similar skin tone and fading deep blue locks, a blinding and strong white at the roots, wearing a simpler blue mask over both normal eyes. The latter girl was trying to catch up to the former, and did so within seconds, latching onto her waist so she couldn't run farther than she already had.

"We'll get you out! I promise you'll get out one way or another!" the almost-blacknette shouted up, being interrupted by the partial-bluenette.

"This isn't out job! Let Ladybug and Chat Noir deal with this!" their voices faded away as Rosalie moved father to the tower, obviously annoyed by them but deciding they really couldn't do anything. Their words didn't leave though, and while Adrien's heart stung from the sort-of-bluenette's words, he spotted Louis' relieved smile, almost like he trusted them more than Chat or Ladybug. He didn't understand who they were or why Louis was so happy seeing them.

He risked the question that bothered him the most. "Hey, L- uh, what's your name?" 'I guess it can wait a bit..'

Louis looked up. "Oh, I'm Louis. I worked- work, at a flowershop. You know, the one you got your roses from."