Miraculous Kat

Part Eight: Chatty Katty

Nathaniel and Kat had an amazing time seeing sights around Paris. They went to The Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, and more than one bakery. It was after they had visited one of the bakeries that someone called the That Chat phone. Nathaniel was pushing Kat on a swing while she ate her cupcake when the phone rang.

——About Twenty Minutes Earlier at the School——

"Ugh, why do I have to stay after?" Chloe buffed her nails with a disgusted expression on her face. "I didn't do anything. It's her fault."

"What did I do, though? I-I don't know what I did." Poor little Rose was near tears.

"You both have to stay after because you said that Rose destroyed your clothes," Miss Bustier scowled. "Principal Damocles will give you your punishments."

They entered the principal's office.

"Ah, hello." Principal Damocles sighed. Once again, Chloe was in his office with an accusation. "What do you have to say this time?"

"Rose completely destroyed the clothes that I made for our project! She should be suspended!"

"Chloe," Rose said, her voice tight, her eyes full of tears, "I didn't do that. I don't know who did."

"Perhaps we should figure out who actually did it," Damocles suggested.

Chloe cleared her throat in the stupid way she always did and pointed at her phone. "I don't think my father would agree."

"Then again," Damocles said, his eyes widening, "Chloe is...very trustworthy. Rose, you're suspended for a day."

Rose ran out of the room crying.

——Cue Hawkmoth——

Muahaha, go my akuma, yadda yadda yadda.

The akuma flew out the window towards where Rose was crying by the side of the school. Before it went a full city block, Rose remembered the flyer in her bag. She couldn't help but like Kat and how positive she was. Kat seemed like exactly who she wanted to talk to. Rose wiped away a tear as she dialed the number.

——Back at the Park——

"Hey, Nathaniel, look," said Kat, the corner of her mouth lifting. "Our first call."

"That's great," Nathaniel replied. Kat answered the phone while Nathaniel continued pushing her. He smiled at the thought of Kat helping someone. It seemed like something she enjoyed, and seeing her happy made him happy.

"Hi, this is Kat with That Chat, how can I help you?"

"Hi," Rose sniffed. "Um...I don't really know how this supposed to work."

"Just tell me what's wrong, or how you're feeling, and I can help you feel better."

"Okay..." Rose's voice wavered as she continued "...someone destroyed our class project and Chloe blamed me and took credit for making the clothes when it was really me."

"Aw, you poor thing," Kat cooed. Nathaniel nearly melted into the grass. He couldn't think of a more pleasant sound. "So, how do you feel? Sad, angry, what?"

"Sad, I guess."

"Well, don't get yourself down. You are amazing, and Chloe is a little twerp. Now, here's what I want you to do: go home if you're not there already, take a relaxing bath, put on the comfiest pajamas you have, make some hot chocolate, then curl up on a comfy chair with a good book, or movie. If you'd like to talk longer, just let me know."

"Could you...could you talk about something nice until I get home?"

"Of course," Kat smiled. "Just tell me when you're home, okay?"

"Okay."

Kat's face flushed with happiness as she described going around Paris with Nathaniel, and how much fun she'd had. After a few minutes, Rose got home.

"Thank you," she said. The akuma flew away.

"Hey, no problem. Be sure to call again if you need to."

Nathaniel could not stop grinning. He elbowed Kat in the side as he walked her home.

"So? Have you had fun?"

"Yes," Kat gushed. "Can we do it again sometime, my little tomato?"

"Of course." Nathaniel blushed sheepishly. "Your little tomato?"

"Oh, sorry," Kat said, casting her eyes down, "Do you not like it?"

"No, I don't like it...I love it!" Nathaniel laughed, a clear, happy sound. Kat started to giggle and soon joined in with his laughing.

"You are just too cute, Nathaniel! You should laugh more, I like how you laugh."

Nathaniel only blushed and took her hand. He walked with a happy smile on his face and a light heart. Kat walked with a song in her head and happiness vibrating the very fiber of her being.

——At the Agreste Mansion——

"Adrien, I'm hoooome!"

"Hi Kat!"

Adrien and Kat yelled back and forth to each other until they found the other (think Marco Polo).

"Did you have a good time?" Adrien asked.

"Yes! We went to the Louvre, and the Eiffel Tower, and lots of bakeries. Oh, and then we went to the park and we had our first call on That Chat."

"That's awesome! I bet you stopped an akuma before it started." Adrien grinned.

"So what did you do while I was gone?"

"Just watched a show. Was Nathaniel nice?"

"Oh my goodness, yes. He is so sweet. He got me a cupcake, and a piece of cake, and a croissant, and this crepe thing—"

Mr. Agreste cleared his throat from where he was standing at the top of the main stairs. Kat did a double take when she noticed him.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Agreste. I didn't see you there."

"Where were you?" Mr. Agreste lifted an eyebrow while simultaneously scowling.

"Just at the park with a...a friend."

"I will not have you wandering around without permission while you're in my care."

"I'm sorry, sir," Kat replied, looking as scolded as possible. In her mind, though, she was thinking, 'Like I'm in your care'. If she had voiced this, she would have accompanied it with a raised eyebrow that would give Mr. Agreste a run for his money. "I was just, I don't know, spontaneous? I won't do it again if you don't want me to. I just never get to be spontaneous, so I assumed I might be able to..."

"At least call me or Nathalie next time you decide to be spontaneous," Mr. Agreste said, his expression softening a little. Kat looked up in surprise. Who would have thought that Gabriel Agreste would be okay with someone being spontaneous?

"Th-thank you. I'll do that."

Mr. Agreste left through the front doors, probably to another meeting. Unbeknownst to anyone, Mr. Agreste was beginning to like Kat, as impossible as that may seem. She seemed to have that effect on most people, even the ones she didn't necessarily like.