The MIRACULOUS Next Generation

Chapter # 6

He slammed the door shut of his room and tossed himself on a black leather couch.

"Hey, Flint where is my darling camembert?" cat-like Kwami demanded.

He just pointed at the small fridge at the corner.

"Great it never gets old" Kwami gulped whole piece of stinky cheese.

"Dont want to be rude or something kid but you look like you have risen from death," Kwami said, sitting at the pillow next to him.

"I missed my soccer practice."

His voice was muffled in the pillow.

"So what? Your just a whiny brat kid."

"Its soccer Plagg you dont understand." he forces himself on his feet.

"Plagg lets just go out" flint transformed and jumped out of the window.

It was almost night and she was standing on a balcony fiddling with her sun-kissed locks deep in thought.

she was thinking about how today has turned to be.

if flint would not have been the part of the cast, she would never have abandoned her friends and she knew that unfair of her to think like that.

it was her fault too, Flint was perfectly civil towards her and her disliking for a guy made her look over her best friends.

"what are you thinking?" the voice of little Kwami snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Nothing particular, Tikki." she rested her chin on her palm.

"you know it's useless to cry over split milk." the Kwami settled herself on her wielder's shoulder.

"I am not crying, Tikki."

"It was just an expression, Emma." Emma hummed in response.

/After several days/

it was nothing he could explain in words, it was something you must undergo to concede.

the feeling of freedom, it never gets old. to him being chat noir brings freedom and vitality.

jumping rooftops to rooftops his eye caught a sight of familiar blondness.

he hid himself in shadows. she was resting her chin on her palm, leaning against the railing grill.

her eyes were focused nowhere, she was staring in blank space.

it became interesting to him to watch her like this, no scowl of dislike on her face. just her, purely Emma...Agreste.

Agreste! he smacked his head mentally to stop going any further.

she was an Agreste for something's sake, he was supposed to hate her existence just like she did. he was sure that the girl hated him.

one moment she was all happy and next when he would walk in all the delight would disappear into thin air.

but he would always smirk at her or tease her and she will get annoyed of his attics.

it was just like that and always would be.

Always.

"Please, protect my sanity." he murmured to himself and left her alone with her thoughts.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the black flash and retreating of her partner, and a feeble smile appeared on her face.

"I wonder what he was doing here," she mused.

"Who, Emma?" her little Kwami asked.

"Chat Noir, I dont think there were any Akuma attacks lately."

"Maybe just to get fresh air," Emma just shrugged.