Pavo (Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction)

Guilty

There was some indescribable pleasure that came from solving a puzzle, finding that missing piece. It wasn't much of a surprise that I couldn't contain a small squeal of joy. Quickly covering my mouth, I laughed at my own childishness into my hand. The safe was connected to the house's electricity making it impossible to crack the lock, but there were always the trusty hinges. Whipping out my handy-dandy screwdriver, feeling like a cartoon, I unscrewed the hinges as silently as possible. Thanking the wind that the safe was easy to open, I dug into its contents.

Cringing back, all I saw were a couple of books, pictures, maps, and other worthless papers. The only thing that seemed of any value was a peacock brooch sitting next to a picture of a woman.

She looks familiar...

Hello Amélie! It's the women in the painting that was hiding the safe.

Feeling a ping of guilt in my heart, I apologized to this mysterious lady I'd never met before and thanked her for her brooch. I reconstructed the safe back together and coasted to other rooms of the house. I found a few wads of cash that would do quite nicely with the glimmering brooch. The family that lives here is so rich that they won't notice a "few" missing dollars and a silly, old broach.

Wow was it late, I almost forgot I have school.

I convinced myself to only search through one more room and then I'd head home. The door creaked open to reveal a huge room filled with the most expensive furniture I'd ever seen. Even though the room looked empty, I still felt awkward walking into what seemed to be a boy's room. Slowly backing out of the room in discomfort, I knocked over something. She couldn't make out what, but all she knew was that it made a loud crash as it hit the floor.

"Who's there?" a voice drifted from across the room.

A sleepy boy with blond hair rubbed his eyes and stared directly at Amélie. I hid my face with my hood but was otherwise paralyzed in fear. I hadn't been caught on one of my "expeditions" since the fifth grade; I wasn't about to relive that. A voice broke the still silence which made me flinch.

"Wait..."

That was my cue. I jumped for the exit with my bag tight on my back. Knocking over whatever was in my way, I slid across the squeaky stone floors. I slammed into the giant double doors like a linebacker going for the tackle and booked it across the nicely clipped yard. I swiftly made my way onto the dark sidewalk, into the closest open door, not thinking about which building the door belonged to, and hid. My heart was pounding so loud in my ears that I thought they would find me just by the speed of my pulse. Finally looking around, it was an apartment complex that had been left unlocked. Panting as I stared out the window, I anxiously waited on the staircase.

The famed Chat Noir was running across the rooftops across from my building. I ducked hoping he hadn't spotted me. I took off my sweatshirt and gloves in an attempt to cool myself down. Hastly checking to make sure it was clear, I made my way back home. Silently shutting the door behind me, I let out a long-held sigh and closed my eyes to focus on slowing my breathing.

That was way too close.

Bent over panting, I heard the key turning in the door behind me. I glanced at the clock on the wall and it dawned on me that it was my mother coming home from work. Not having time to take off my shoes, I ran to my room, threw the backpack in the open closet, and jumped on the bed. Frantically getting tangled in the blankets, I heard the door to my room creak. Immediately going numb like a dog playing dead, I tried to slow my breathing enough to be believable. My body was begging for a breath of air, but I couldn't fulfill it's request until my mother left. The lack of oxygen caused my face to heat up and drops of sweat began to roll down my forehead.

The door clicked and I remained still until I heard a second click. My mother liked to trick me sometimes, making me think she left the room when all she did was close the door while still inside. A classic parent trick which I had fallen for many times. I was more careful this time since this wouldn't be the first time I'd been caught sneaking out of the house.

My parents didn't know I was stealing while they were out. If ever caught, I made up a lie about sneaking out to a late-night party to cover up my sticky hands. Of course, they were angry with me and I was grounded for a month, but it was better than telling them that their only daughter had been trespassing on private property instead. After being caught by the actual police a few times, I cleaned up my act and made sure to never let my parent's know that I'd continued my nasty habits.

It's disappointing enough that I have no talents nor the capability to do anything extraordinary. I don't need them to think even worse of me.

Well, I did have one talent, thievery, but what good is that?

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