Unforgettable

Chapter 1: To Master Fu

Marinette flew briskly up the stairs to her bedroom, a foot slipping causing her to almost topple over. After regaining her balance, she kept on climbing up with determination engraved on her face.

As she reached said room, her eyes wandered about anxiously. Then she found her vanity. The top right drawer was swung open in seconds, as she grabbed the small box from which Tikki came to life. She shut the drawer quickly and headed back towards the stairs. A face suddenly popped out of her purse, making her momentarily stop.

"Marinette! What's going on?" Her Kwami looked up at her curiously. The heroine flashed a bright smile at her little friend.

"Let's just say, the only thought going through my mind right now is; it's happening, it's happening, it's happening!" Marinette jumped up and down excitedly, eyes closing tight with glee. Tikki gasped from her bag.

"You don't mean...?" Marinette nodded her head and looked back down at her.

"We need to get to Master Fu quickly!" And with that, she continued down the steps, ready to complete her mission.

As she zoomed past the bakery's entrance, her parents stepped in front of her.

"Where are you off to dear?" Her Mama looked at her quizzingly, Papa seeming almost identical. Being the talented liar she has found herself to become, she puts together the first thing that comes to her mind.

"Me and Alya have a project to work on. It's dire that I go now." With a glance at one another, and a light chuckle, they both looked lovingly back at their daughter.

"Alright, but don't be home too late. Your Papa and I have our date remember!" Marinette mentally face-palmed. She completely forgot about that! All she could think about was that she needed to hurry. She needed to hurry.

With a firm nod and an award-winning smile, she pushed past her parents without looking back. She ran out though the streets in search of that mysterious man's house. Soon enough, she was so focused that the sounds of cars and the direction they were going in faded out of her mind.

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Adrien had to escape. There weren't many times in his life where the stress had become so unbearable he had to run away, but after a fight like that...

The wind blew gently through his hair as he jumped from building to building. He stopped on a random roof, his feelings boiling over and tears filling his eyes. His limbs felt weak and his whole body collapsed to the ground, hiccuping before letting out a waterfall of tears.

Why, he thought, why did this all happen to me?

His body shook as the last of his tears escaped his eyes. Top lip still quivering as he sniffles in the silence.

Silence.

This was a time he preferred the silence. It was better than when everyone was just screaming at him.

Yet he still felt alone. He needed someone to hold him and tell him everything was okay. To stroke his head and squeeze his hand with love.

He needed Ladybug. Which sounded childish. He knew he shouldn't burden her with the pains of his home life. Plus, that could lead to him revealing too much about himself. He had to focus on protecting them both before anything else. He didn't know what he would do if he lost Ladybug too. Or anyone close to him right now.

At that moment, he heard loud honking from around the corner. He looked out to see what the ruckus was, secretly hoping it wasn't an akuma.

To his surprise it was actually Marinette. She was speeding through the streets below not even aware of the people around her. He felt a twitch in his ears as he heard a speeding car nearing where Marinette was currently rushing through. He hurried to jump to her aid.

Moments before the car collided with others huddled in front of the stop light, Chat took Marinette in his arms and leaped out of the way. The fall was still pretty harsh. Their bodies slid across the pavement and he heard a hard grunt from his classmate as they hit the ground. That's when he realized that in his haste, he had forgotten to wrap his hands around the most important part of her body; her head.

He lifted his weight off of her but still held her body. He now sat to her side and studied her face. Her eyes were closed. He attempted to shake her and say her name but she didn't respond. Before losing hope, he placed his ear over her chest.

A heartbeat. She was alive.

Tears that were once of pain and sadness turned into joy as he heard the familiar thump! in her chest.

She's alive. He just wanted her to be alive.

He took his gloved hand out from behind her head to stroke her cheek, but stopped when he saw the fresh blood on his fingers. He sat her up a bit as he now examined the back of her head. Her hair was already covered dark red in certain places as he pulled all the strands away from the source.

There he saw that a small crack was carved into the back of her head, blood was gushing out uncontrollably. His finger slightly brushed the wound and Marinette winced from the contact. She must have finally came to.

He moved her back to her earlier position, lying her down on to the pavement very carefully. He used his blood free hand to brush her hair out of her eyes. He tried to give the boldest smile he could through some left over tears.

"Hey Princess, how're you doing?" Her lidded eyes opened up wider as she glanced over every inch of his face. Her mouth opened, and she coughed. Then the words she had been trying to say were softly spoken.

"W-who, are you?" At first Chat thought she was joking, so he chuckled a bit. But when Marinette's face didn't falter, he became worried.

"...what is your name?" He stared down at her, sweating in anticipation.

"Um, what did you call me earlier? Princess er, something?" She blinked blankly, "Is that it?" Chat gulped hard.

Oh no, this was not good.