Marc's P.O.V:
'....Huh?'
I drive a hand of mine to my head as my vision absolutely loves me at the moment. Note my sarcasm there. As my vision clears up by the second back to my reality all I can see is a normalized day of the Eiffel Tower in front of me. But... How? I thought I got akumatized during the fight with the akumas with Ladybug, Chat Noir and the others... But... then where's Nathaniel?
Wait, where is Nathaniel!?
Jolts of energy transfer into my legs as I force myself back up onto my feet. Scanning the area all around me as my green eyes can't help but look panicked.
"N-Nathaniel..?!"
My call gets no exact response, until after a few more seconds of silence. I hear a rustling by some bushes as my red head boy steps out and also holds his hands to his head. Relief rushes over me in an instant as I run over to the artist and quickly give him a tight hug. Nathaniel stumbling backwards slightly before he recollects himself. Looking up to me as he chuckles softly as his two arms snake around my waist.
"Aww~ Did you worry about me like that much?" Nathaniel gently teases me as a blush of course needs to rise onto my cheeks.
"O-Of course I-I did Nathaniel!" I exclaim to him in the form of a soft squeak as Nathaniel chuckles again softly to me. One of his arms unwraps itself away from my waist as I can feel his slightly warm hand brush along the strands of my black hair. More blush adds onto my face as his ocean blue eyes stare at me.
"Well, I'm fine Marc. Don't worry." He assures in front of me as he gently stops brushing his fingers through my strands of black hair. Then him now teasing me more with a kiss to the cheek. Great, at this point my cheeks might as well be as red as a cherry.
"T-That's good." I reply to Nathaniel softly as the red head in front of me retracts his arms away from my waist. Should I be concerned if I sorta want him to continue that hug on me for about at least another year longer?
The artist in front of me then places his hands on his hips as he smiles to me some more just like the socially awkward person I am. Then Nathaniel's face cools down from the smiling as he then asks me softly, "So... do you remember anything of what... exactly happened?"
Anything I can remember on what exactly happened? I both shake and nod my head to Nathaniel, "A-All I can really r-remember i-is me getting akumatized from the f-fight... y-you?"
"Hmm... nothing much from me either." Nathaniel says to me gently as he strokes his own chin slightly with his palish thumb and index finger together.
Nathaniel's P.O.V:
Nothing much from me either? Can that sound anymore bland or effortless? I can literally remember so much from what exactly happened before the fact I too was akumatized by scarlet Hawkmoth. With however the hell that happened anyways. Marc being Spade Cobra and being akumatized...
God can I even begin in how horrible that feels to my own eyes?
"Uhh... N-Nathaniel?" Marc's voice asks me gently as I snap out of my sudden drown in thought as I turned back to reality in an instant.
"Yeah?"
"I-I just said that the day's g-getting late and... maybe we should be heading home..."
"... R-Right." I reply awkwardly as I scratch the back of my head.
"So... t-this is goodbye for today?"
"S-Suppose so..."
Another pause of silence drowns the both of us. Before then the sound of police sirens quickly ring about by the Eiffel Tower. Guess that's all to make up for extra damage that couldn't be fixed by the powers of Ladybug. Marc instantly beginning to walk off on his own as I am stuck in my own little spot. As then a hand grabs my wrist and then in a hard jerk pulls me back to the most deserted parts of the Eiffel Tower. Recollecting myself for a second as I then stare over my shoulders to see Ladybug right behind me. Her bluebell eyes staring right to me as she says softly.
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A 'Special' Issue (MLB Nathaniel Kurtzberg x Marc Anciel)
FanfictionAfter the events of Reverser. Nathaniel Kurtzberg and Marc Anciel are the hottest talk together thanks to the on going creations of comics they make together. The days move on as the two artists begin to become closer and closer with each other as e...
