When Duty and Desire Meet

The Beginning

Marinette's POV

'How can anyone be so perfect?' I reflected, my thoughts wandering to the ever gorgeous and alluring golden blonde with eyes so green, that rainforests are jealous. Adrien is still so humble yet being a model and the son of the best fashion designer in Paris! I wonder how much he must excersize outside of fencing to get that bo-

"Marinette." "Marinette?" "Marinette!" Mrs. Bustier shouted, I jumped in my wooden seat, startled away from my daydreams of Adrien.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng, can you answer my question?" she probed,

"I - uhh -- umm, well c-could you please repeat the question?" I ask shyly while rubbing the back of my neck, a wave of embarrassment crashing over me. I almost missed the question for a second time, my mind still lingering on images and fantasies of Adrien.

"Can you tell me and the rest of the class who the first president of Paris was?"

I sigh from relief, having searched that very fact for a project last night, earning a glower from from my usually composed teacher, I guess she was having a difficult day.

"Louis-Napoléon Bonaparte" I respond quietly, a shy smile appearing on my face when the rest of the class looked impressed.

(A/N: Yes I did look this up, no I don't know if it's actually true XD)

"Very good Marinette, now please pay attention instead of daydreaming." 

Mrs. Bustier turned back to the board to continue the lesson. After a few minutes, she turned back around again to face the class, an obvious scowl on her face as her icy blue eyes scanned the room. Mrs. Bustier could probably tell everyone was bored and they were silently counting down the minutes to the bell, so she suddenly declared, "Since you all obviously don't think that our history is important, we will be quizzing on everything we've done this semester in one weeks time."

At this point, chaos ensued. Chloè started whining and threatened to call her father, Sabrina backing her up. The rest of the class was all frustrated and grumbling, obviously unhappy with the situation. I was having a mini panic attack from stress, okay a big panic attack. I felt dizzy and my mind was racing, trying to remember every fact that would be on the test as if it was tomorrow. My throat started to close and I curled up into a ball on the stairs, my head spinning.  Alya was trying her best to calm me down, and after the rest of the class had come to terms with the fact that Mrs. Bustier's decision was final, they all sat down begrudgingly. 

I still hadn't recovered from my panic attack, but was no longer in a fetal position, and had made it back to my seat safely. My head felt fuzzy, and my eyes were glazed over, and the feeling didn't dissapear after class was over. Something was wrong, but I couldn't figure out what. After struggling down the stairs and out the front of the school, I decided that sitting down and resting for a while was the best idea. 

Adrien's POV

I saw Marinette out of the corner of my eye in a ball on one of the steps of the classroom but was too annoyed at Mrs. Bustier for assigning that stupid summative test to think properly. I would've paid her more attention, had I known she was having a full blown panic attack at the test. Once I had regained my serinity, I turned around to see Marinette get up shakily. I was worried she would fall over, but to my relief, she made it back to her seat without injury. I knew she wasn't okay, but for the moment Marinette was out of danger. As the rest of the class period went by, I zoned out and my flow of consciousness drifted to Marinette. The fact that she was what my brain went to of all the things in the world surprised me. 

'Maybe I should hang out with her more' I thought. She seemed so nervous around me though, and I still haven't figured out why. I decided I would follow her home and make sure she made it there safely. After the bell finally rung I went behind the school to spy on Marinette. For safety. Definately for safety. ; )  

Marinette's POV

The fact that my head wasn't clearing and my vision was still blurry was really freaking me out, and I kept trying to rationalize the situation, and convinced myself that I was just getting sick. I decided to just go home and get some rest, so I got up and started the trek to the bakery, staggering and struggling to walk properly because of my blurry vision. I realized that I probably looked drunk but kept walking regardless. After I saw the Eiffle tower for the fifth time I realized I was lost, and my head was only getting worse. I found myself in an alleyway, so I slid down one of the walls and sat there, feeling increasingly more woozy and eventually passed out. I woke up to the sound of someone familliar's voice. Adrien maybe? I decided that it was him and when this mysterious person offered to take me to my house, I accepted his generosity. Once I was on my feet however, I was slammed into the cold stone wall of the alley way and knocked out. The last thing I remember thinking was 'that's not Adrien' and 'oh crap'.

Adrien's POV

Marinette sat down on a bench for a while and I was getting impatient. I started to walk over to her when she stood up and started walking, or at least I think she was walking. I've seen my father drunk over my mother's dissapearance plenty of times, and the way Marinette was walking now wasn't too far off. I decided that I definitely needed to follow her after she started going the wrong direction. I stayed a distance from Marinette as to not seem creepy or obsessive (not that I am... psh. nope.) but it was getting late and I lost track of her in the pedestrians. I found her a few hours later in an alley way with some random guy. He had red hair that was mostly covered by a black beanie with cat ears. This personally offended me, because, ya know, Chat Noir and all. But regardless of his choice in fashion, I felt like I was interrupting a moment between the two so I started walking away with an odd heavy feeling in my chest. Maybe I needed to loose some more weight? That didn't seem right though. My mind snapped back into reality when I heard a loud thump against the concrete, and I decided to investigate. When the alley came into view, Marinette was gone but there was a trail of blood leading towards the back of the alley. I followed the trail, knowing something was very, very wrong.

Okayyyyyyyy so. I changed it. A LOT. Sorry not sorry. If this is your first time reading this story, don't worry about the changes. But yeah, I will be better about uploading. I think. Heh. Please don't come after me. Anywho, first chapter rewritten, hah you thought it wasn't gonna end on a clifhanger like the other first chapter. NOPE *plays exploding kittens nope card* See ya next chapter and don't forget to coment spelling mistakes or other random stuff you want me to see. Coolio! : )

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