Ragnoa And Katu

5- Lovesick Fools

"W-why... are you crying, Chaton?" A weak voice and ragged breathing caught the hero's attention as he was jumping over Notre Dame. She was struggling a bit, but she was alive.

"You-you're alive!" he cried, stopping on the cathedral's roof .

"O-of course, I'm alive. I'm fine, but where are we? Are- you okay, kitty?"

He nuzzled in closer to her, pulling her close to him and fighting the burning urge to kiss her here and now. It was nearly immposble, but he respected her, and the lucky boy who held her heart. "You scared me, m'lady," he whispered coarsely, "You died and the lucky charm didn't heal you right away. I thought-"

Both Miraculouses flashed, warning the heroes of their time falling to about three minutes a piece.

"Are you sure you'll be alright, my lady?" Chat asked, deeply concerned for her well-being.

"Yes. I'm sure. Y-you can let go of me. We're both going to transform soon and should probably get home. Our parents will be worried sick."

"Yeah..."

Reluctantly, Chat Noir squeezed her tightly one more time, then released his grip and set her down. The moment she was on her own feet, Chat felt the absence of her like a sting throughout his body.

"Chat?" She stopped, unsure how to put her thoughts into words. "Was I... really...dead?"

His eyes scanned her face. She was shocked and mystified how she died and came back, but beautiful nonetheless. The rain was falling from her drenched bangs and down her face.

Chat had to restrain himself again, instead, he settled with taking her hand. "I don't know, my lady."

"We can die when we're transformed?"

He stopped. Is it possible?

"I doubt it," he said slowly, "permanently, anyway. We have our kwamis and the suits are impenetrable to tear, plus your cleansing when you throw back a lucky charm... So I don't think while we're transformed."

She nodded, satisfied. "It's just, both of us almost died today. Hawkmoth is getting more powerful with each Akuma and I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted." Her voice picked up in speed, pitch, and despair. "There are deadly Akumas every. single. day. Can Hawkmoth end up running the both of us into the ground?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Hold up, Ladybug." He brushed away the budding tears from her face. "I know you're tired and you need to sleep, but you're over-thinking things that are obvious.

"People are actually really strong. Parisians are used to it by now, anyway. Have you seen what some of these people are willing to do for each other now? Not only are the civilians strong, but so are we. We were chosen for a reason, m'lady."

"Okay, okay. You win." She held her hands up in surrender, shaking still, but refusing to spend more time in the rain. "I'll see you tonight, kitty, for patrol."

"Until tonight, my lady." He bowed and kissed her hand.

She giggled softly, and turned to zip away on her yoyo, but an idea slipped into her mind, one she couldn't resist.

She turned back around. She quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, silly kitty."

She excused herself and swung away quickly, smiling and blushing her way home, the feeling of a melting heart spreading through her body.

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Chat was frozen, redder in his face than Ladybug's mask. Slowly, he pulled himself out of his fantasy dream of what could have happened if she had not left so quickly. Before his ring ran out of pads, he was already in his room and collapsing onto his bed still drenched, but happy.

"Plagg, detransfomastion."