His Wild Side

ch.4 - wanted

Adrien - Chat Noir
Wait and wait.

Does it usually take someone so long to call someone? Or am I just impatient? I could really be doing other things right now, like continued to do what I was doing. No, not fighting with Marinette, but practicing my punches.

I stretch my fingers. They are bruised and still sore. I should of worn punching gloves. But I never do, so it is more of distant thought as I look down at my knuckles. I want to go back to my rhythmic punching or kicking. The pounding against the punching bag, that I may just finally get out.

Get out of the cage of what people think of me. Get out of the jail Ladybug, and apparently Marinette, captured me in. Get out of the prison that my father left for me.

Maybe, if I am just strong enough...

I wasn't then and I won't be now. For the fear of loosing what I have now, great friends, a good career, and not feeling alone is too good to be true to make myself disappear forever.

Maybe I should get a pet. Maybe, the cuteness and the attitude of it will keep my mind off past mistakes.

Not a hamster. Did anyone know that hamsters are cannibals and eat their own children? Reminds me of my relationship with my father. Ah, the joy of depressing jokes.

Not a dog. I was going to get one, until it almost ruined the rest of my face. Apparently, dogs don't like me very much, maybe not all.

That leaves cats. The problems is if I get a cat, I would probably get two, then seven, and then thirteen. I would become a cat "lady". So I don't know if want start my hoarding cats addiction just yet.

I sigh as I set my phone back down and lean back on my couch and say, "I don't think she is going to call. She never does. I don't think Marinette even has my phone number."

"Maybe she will this time and I'm pretty sure she has your phone number." Plagg says waking up from his nap on my shoulder, "You never know. Plus, this could teach you some patience."

I smile at Plagg and say, "Maybe. But isn't really my fault, I can blame that on my father. He had me always going places and never let me do nothing at all. I didn't have much time to think, just time to do."

Plagg nods and stares at my phone and says, "You can't always blame it on your father, Adrien."

"I'm not." I say, "I have forgiven my father, but it doesn't mean it isn't his fault."

I look above at a mirror. I used to have to avoid reflective surfaces, scared to look at the monster I became. I was already self-conscious since modeling, even though I never really acted like it when I was Chat Noir. The scars just made it ten time worse.

Especially when I am walking across the street and I know that people aren't staring anymore because I am Adrien Agreste, the great fashion designer Gabriel Agreste's son. I am better now but those awful memories comes when they give me a look that says it all or even when they just say it out loud letting the world to hear.

'Look what Hawkmoth has done to his son's face.'

'Shouldn't he be in prison or something? He sure has a face of a villain.'

'I can't believe that used to be Adrien Agreste, he used to be so handsome.'

'What torture weapon did Hawkmoth use on his son?'

'It is probably just some makeup from a film he is doing, no one can look that ugly.'

"Poor Adrikins, his father is a monster, but Adrien doesn't deserve to look like one.'

"Adrien!" Plagg shouts, "Marinette is calling! Where were you?"

"I was thinking." I say numbly as I pick up my phone, "We will talk about it later, Plagg."

"I worry about you kid." Plag say looking at me with concern, "You know that right?"

"I know Plagg, I love you too." I say to Plagg and he makes a gross face, but I know afterwords he will have a big smile on his face and maybe he will even purr, "But I have call to answer that maybe just will make my day."

"Hello Marinette! What is up?" I say getting cozy on my couch.

"O-oh hey Adrien!" Marinette stutters but she continues talking, "I am just wondering if you are okay, since you weren't at school and all."

"I'm fine! Just not feeling well, but I am feeling much better since you called." I say smiling, "I was feeling pretty lonely."

"Oh! I'm so happy I called then." Marinette says and I could feel her smile radiating through my phone. Making my day as I make hers.

"So." I say, "What's going on with you?"

"Oh you know, calling you." Marinette replies awkwardly.

"Well." I say trying making conversation, "Since it is a Saturday tomorrow, I am wondering if you will come cat shopping with me tomorrow?"

"C-cat shopping-g?" Marinette says.

"Well I am thinking about getting a cat or maybe several, " I say scratching my neck, "Then, you know, buying stuff for it, or them, like cat trees, cat food, and other cat stuff."

"Oh, okay." Marinette says unsure, "I didn't know you were a cat person."

"I wasn't, until I found out dogs hate my guts." I say smiling and hoping she will say 'yes'.

Marinette laughs and says, "Yeah I can come. What time should we meet?"

"At twelve o'clock I can pick you up, and maybe take some of those delicious croissants of yours." I say and mouth seems to water at the thought of it.

"Sounds great! I will even have a plate full of croissants ready for you!" Marinette says happily and she giggles, "Well, I will see ya! Better get to the loads of homework Mrs Bustier gave us. I think Nino gave you it, right?"

"Yes he did! I better get on that too! Bye!" I say smiling and hang up.

I can't believe I am getting a cat or several. I hope Marinette enjoys cats, even though she doesn't really enjoy Chat Noir.

"Sounds like that went great." Plagg says.

"It did! I'm so excited for tomorrow!" I say as I get my homework out.

I smile out the window. Even if the rest of world rejects me and thinks I'm a monster, at least, I know somewhere where I am wanted.

A/N
Another chapter?! Am I insane?! I think I am!! Also, my favorite part was writing what bad things people said about Adrien Agreste, which one is your favorite I'm really curious! Well, vote and comment if you want me to stay this quickly updating!

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