The Boy in the Hoodie: A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

Preface/Part 1

The Boy in the Hoodie

A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction.

By IHopeTheyRemberYou

Preface;

My emerald eyes, covered by my blonde bangs, blinked slowly as I longingly attempted to capture my partner's bluebell stare, knowing that it may be my last chance.

Last chance. Those two innocent words, that could hold so much despair and grief. Those two words that are my future, past and present. The few seconds that it took to mutter those terrible words could- no- will change my whole life. My life that will soon leave Paris. Leave Paris and head to a far away land that I do not know.

I hadn't realized I had been staring until I heard a beautiful laugh grace my ears. For a moment that piercing sound lets me melt into happiness, momentarily forgetting what awaited me at home. I let my heart soften, my eye's showing everything, as I felt my insides turn to goo as her stunning eyes penetrated me.

She giggled softly, her large eyes staring at my jewels.

"What are you looking at, Chaton?" She asked as she cocked her head.

In the split second that I had to answer, a million replies raced through my head. Questions that lead to more questions, and answers that led to the same. Oh, how I yearned to tell her everything, to confess my feelings, to feel her touch one last time. To admit how I was so, so selfish for wanting to stay, for wanting to always be there to protect her, to say how she may not need me, but I need her. And yet, as the words were on the tip of my tongue, I swallowed them down, the taste of iron following, like a backwash of blood. She knew me to well, just like I knew her. I couldn't say what I wanted too because she knew every inch of me, and she would figure out what was wrong. Just like always. But this time, she couldn't do anything about it.

I smiled, letting a small number of my real feelings seep through the facade that I had up, closing my eyes for a moment.

"Just your beautiful complexion, M'lady." The words were true, although much deeper than the spotted heroine thought.

My feline form watched my partner's movements closer than usual, knowing any one may be the last I saw. I studied her face, noticing the starburst of her bluebell eyes, the way her lashes curved out of the restraints of her mask. The small diagram inside of each and every spot, or the small scattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose.

I smiled warmly at her pale face as her dotted hand ruffled my blonde locks. I leaned into her touch, purring, not caring about the color slowly taking up my face. Or the wind whipping through my scalp, or the slow color lighting up the night. It was as if time slowed down around us, as if the morning bird calls were nothing more, as if there wasn't a plane waiting for me at home, as if I wasn't about to lose everything. Just, for a moment, because it was dangerous to hope, I let myself have this small moment, this small bubble within I resided. Just me and her, against the whole of the universe.

"Silly Kitty." She murmurs, smiling slightly at her kitty cat. She gets up from the Eiffel tower, stretching as she prepared to leap away from a night's patrol.

And seeing that, cold drafts whipping through her hair, her silhouette against the Paris sunrise. The way her freckles contrasted to her bright mask, the way that her eyes stared at me, as if I was a precious jewel that could break any moment. That scene, it triggered something inside of me, making me realise that the birds were chirping, and the sun was now up, and that there was a plane waiting for me, and that in a few hours, I would be on my way to America, and I had to reach out, before it was too late.

Before she went, I had to tell her everything, in a single sentence.

As she was leaping away, my leather clad hand grabbed hers, knowing it was the last time to see her. I closed my eyes, looking up longingly, as my eye's threatened to water over, before, finally, I looked at her, an expression of agony laying on my face. I muttered the next few words that would change everything.

I swallowed, evening out my breath. This was not how I wanted her to remember me. I wanted her to remember me as someone who she could count on(A lie), someone that she liked(Annoyed). I wanted her to see me as an equal, even though I may not be, I wanted her to see me as her partner. So I would show her that.

"In hopes of meeting again," I sighed as a small grin tugged at my downcast lips.

"M'lady."

She smiled at the feline, cocking her head.

"To another day, Chaton." She said, not realizing it would be years until she would see her loyal partner.

Je t'aime was on the tip of my tongue, and yet, I couldn't force the words out. She zipped away, not staying long enough to see the single tear slide down her partner's face, as his body slid off the glowing tower, leaving a city of love, where he never had any.

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