The Tracking Device
Written by: JuliaFC
Beta-read by: Agrestebug, Speckleflower, Amberlambda, Mini Noire, genxha and missnoodles
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc; TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 1 - Suspicions
Adrien tried to hide a small smirk as he kept glancing behind his back. The last thing he wanted was to be caught, but he was dying to see the reaction on her face.
He watched as Marinette sat at her desk and absent-mindedly took her tablet out of her bag. He saw her surprise when she noticed the sticky note. And he couldn't help but snigger a little bit when he saw the blood draining completely from her face as she read it. He quickly turned his head when he saw her frowning and starting to look around, having no doubts that her gaze would be darting across the classroom in a climax of panic.
After all, the note didn't leave much room for interpretation.
"Hey, Bugaboo," the note said. "Tonight, 8 pm, Montparnasse Tower. Bring croissants. I'll bring drinks. Your alley cat."
"Are you okay, girl?" he heard Alya say. He heard no answer, but he supposed that Marinette must have nodded, because Alya continued, "You're as pale as a ghost. What are you hiding? What's the sticky note about?"
He gave another quick glance, just in time to see Marinette putting the sticky note in her jeans' pocket. He couldn't help smirking again. His plan was working beautifully. "Nothing, I'm okay. Really," she muttered unconvincingly.
Alya gave her a sly look, her eyes small slits on her face. "Yeah, right. Sure." He could tell from her tone that she wasn't going to let the subject go so easily, but as Miss Bustier cleared her throat, they had no choice but to pay attention to the lesson.
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It had all started on an otherwise ordinary May evening. Adrien had back to back photoshoots all day, and was so bored to the point of incessant fidgeting by the time evening came. As soon as he finished dinner, he eagerly marched to his room after a hasty goodnight to Natalie and Gorilla. At Nathalie's somewhat questioning look, he explained that he was tired, and asked not to be disturbed. Since tomorrow was Sunday, and he happened to have another day of back to back photoshoots, he was sure that Nathalie would leave him alone.
Yet, he still waited for a while, took a long shower, put his pyjamas on and laid on his bed for a long time. When the nighttime silence of the mansion finally fell, he smiled to himself, knowing it was safe to call his transformation. Plagg hadn't been happy... but for once, Adrien didn't care. Plagg wasn't the one bored to tears smiling to a stupid camera all day. He had been happily nibbling on his camembert while dozing in Adrien's bag, without a care in the world. So... it was only fair that now Adrien got the chance to stretch his legs a little bit.
Chat Noir jumped out of Adrien's room into the darkness. He ran and jumped quickly across a few rooftops, pretending to keep an eye on the roads, simply enjoying the wildness of his run and the feeling of freedom that it entailed. He landed on the Tour Eiffel, on the spot where he usually met Ladybug, but his lady wasn't there today. Yes, he knew that. It wasn't a patrol night and she had told him that she would be busy all day with her parents. However, that didn't stop him from opening his communicator and checking if, by any chance, she was around. He rang her number, but it went straight to voicemail, which meant that she wasn't transformed. He sighed and decided to have a look at the tracking device, just in case she decided to transform in the next few minutes and he could spot her spots as soon as they went on.
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The Tracking Device
RomanceWhen Chat Noir discovers a new feature of the communicator, he unexpectedly finds out the identity of his Lady. He knows he shouldn't eavesdrop... or break in a girl's room while she's sleeping... but what do they say? Curiosity killed the cat? And...