Retake Our Home

Chapter 4

Marinette collapsed in bed and covered her face with a pillow. She squealed into it as she thought about Adrien. The words he had said still lingered in her mind. "I would fight every German in Paris for you." Her crush had said that even if he was just meaning it as a close friend, it still made her happy.

Though she was happy about Adrien's words before he left she also thought about what he said about Kim. She didn't blame them for doing what the rest of France had. Doing as the Nazis said ensured their survival. Not everyone could do that though. She couldn't just do that.

The teen rolled over and pulled out a Journal from under her pillow. It was a pink book with a lock only she had the key to. After unlocking it Marinette opened the cover to reveal a photo of Adrien she had taken when he wasn't looking.

"Why can't we just  run away to our own little world?" Marinette asked Adrien's photo. "No war, no Nazis, no one to judge us. Just you and me, Adrien."

Marinette held her Journal close and imagined it was Adrien. She wanted him to hold her, but that was still just a far off dream. Adrien's friend Chloe Bourgeois, daughter of a Nazi supporting politician, had a better chance. Though Adrien didn't seem to fancy her either.

While in thought a figure appeared in Marinette's window. The figure knocked on the window startling the dreaming teen. Marinette calmed down and went to the window. Standing on her roof was a women in her mid-twenties with long red hair and blue eyes. She wore a dark grey coat to blend in with the dark city background.   

"Mind if I come in?" She asked as Marinette motioned for her to come in. 

"Did anyone see you?" Marinette asked.

"Not a soul." The women replied.

"A warning would be nice Tikki." Marinette said heading to her desk to pull out some papers.

"Nazis wont give you a warning." Tikki responded. "Got your next article?"

Marinette had been writing Articles to go in the underground news papers speaking out against the Nazis. Tikki smiled and then noticed the Journal that sat on Marinette's bed.

"You shouldn't keep any entries on your work." Tikki said motioning to the Journal.

Marinette grabbed her book and took one last look at Adrien. She then locked the book and hid it in her travel bag. To ensure it's security Marinette had made a secret compartment on the out side of her bag well concealed. If anyone searched her they wouldn't even notice it. After all she had been searched more then once since the Germans took Paris. 

"I'll be careful." Marinette told her friend.

"I hope so." Tikki shook her head. "You'll be extremely lucky not to get caught."

"Well," Marinette smiled. "Ladybugs are known for being lucky. So it's a good thing my alias is Ladybug."

"Just don't rely to much on that luck." Tikki said moving towards the window. "Try not to get your self killed.

"Understood." Marinette replied.

Tikki went out the window and vanished into the city. Marinette shut the window and laid back in bed. Sense it was Saturday tomorrow she was going to be working all day. She needed to get what sleep she could.

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Tikki made her way down a dark alley with her papers secured in a suit case under her coat. One hand rested on her Ruby pistol she used to end any Soldier who might get to curious. She heard a noise behind her and automatically pulled out her pistol. The man who had been following her froze and raised his hands as the barrel leveled with him. Tikki pulled out a small flashlight and shown it on the newcomer.

He was taller then her, but looked about her age. His olive black hair was untamed and needed cut. Green eyes that almost seemed to glow stared at Tikki threw the tangled hairs that covered them. Tikki could smell a mix of Wine and Camembert coming off of him.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that, Plagg." Tikki huffed putting her gun away.

"Now what kind of greeting is that?" Plagg asked in is usual playful way. He inched forward until his face was almost touching Tikki's. "I was hoping for a kiss."

Plagg pushed forward in hopes his lips would finally reach her's. Tikki placed her finger on the desperate man's lips and simple gave a smirk which Plagg found sexy. He had been trying to wiggle his way into her heart for years, and it had been working. Secretly Tikki had fallen for him, but kept it to herself to focus on work.

"Maybe you can get one if you ever not smell like old cheese." Tikki said deciding to play with Plagg some more. "Of course you might even be able to get a little farther if you also stopped drinking."

Plagg shifted uncomfortably and Tikki noticed she had stepped to far. It's not like he got drunk for fun. No he just wanted to numb the pain for a bit. Feeling bad Tikki tried to move on by extending her hand. Plagg snapped out of his sorrow and placed a case in her hands completing his mission.

"This should be enough for the next paper." Tikki said examining both cases.

"I hope." Plagg said having spent all day tracking down resistance writers. "I'm looking forward to reading it. Though about Ladybug... don't you think she's a little young?"

"She has the will to fight the Nazis like the rest of us." Tikki told Plagg.

"That's what I'm afraid of, Tikki." Plagg sighed. "No child should die, not one."

"We may all have to." Tikki said placing her hand on Plagg's shoulder. "People are being taken from their homes here and there so no one really notices. We may have to become like the extreme groups and start fighting the Germans head on."

Plagg hated that idea more than anything. He wrote words against Nazi occupation, but had lost the will to fire a gun. How could he after the horrors he witnessed fighting the Germans on the front in defense of France. His hand slipped into his pocket and felt the cold metal of dog-tags one once belonging to him. He didn't deserve to fight after what had happened.

"I know you not ready yet." Tikki said placing a small kiss on Plagg's cheek drawing him from the past. "But you'll heal in time, I know it."

Plagg hoped that too seeing as he still wanted revenge. One man had been the cause of his friends' deaths. He hadn't seen the man, but he had heard of him from a dying German. Major Hans Schmitz, a snake who Plagg had heard other stories of, had ordered the execution of his men. Plagg still remembered hiding as his friend's surrendered. He watched as they were gunned downed like a diseased cat. Plagg didn't care how he did it, but he would make Hans pay and that was a promise.