The Tracking Device

Chapter 4 - Curiosity Killed the Chat

Chapter 4 - Curiosity Killed the Chat!

Chat Noir considered entering Marinette's room now that the bluenette was downstairs to say goodbye to Alya, but quickly changed his mind. And that was a good idea because, after only a couple of minutes, Marinette came back. Phew. He wouldn't have had enough time to look around properly, even if he knew where the miracle box (or better, what he thought was the miracle box!) was hidden now.

He saw Marinette going to her desk and flick through her computer, debating with himself whether it was a good idea for him to stay there, or if it was better to do a quick turn of patrol and return when he would see her light switch off. It was boring looking at her sewing or staring at her computer for who knows how long; however, he was also curious, because if Marinette was really Ladybug, then at some point Tikki would need to show up. And then... he wouldn't even need to get into her room in the first place to check on the miracle box. He would have his answer.

But suddenly, Marinette looked up, and his heart skipped a beat. She started climbing the stairs to the mezzanine that held her bed, and Chat Noir quickly fled off the balcony and landed with a soft thump on a roof nearby. He saw Marinette coming out of the skylight door and walking to the bannister of her balcony, looking dreamily at the city in front of her.

He may have just pushed his luck and done what he'd done the day Andre was akumatised, pop up at her balcony now and have a chat with her. But... he had a feeling this could delay her chance of going to bed. Last time they had quite a long conversation. So... the only other option was to go on patrol or to just jump across a few rooftops, drop his transformation and listen to Plagg moan and whine and maybe tell him off for what he'd done.

He decided for both. A quick stroll would be good to stretch his legs, and after that, if Marinette was still out on her balcony, he would hide and give Plagg a bit of a rest. And so he did. Very soon he was back on the same rooftop, but unfortunately, Marinette was still out, her gaze lost looking toward Notre Dame all lit up in the darkness.

He sighed and moved to a more secluded rooftop, the same one that he had decorated with candles and petals the day Andre had been akumatised. He sat in hiding and dropped his transformation. Plagg flew in front of his nose and glared at him.

"What did I tell you? But no, you wouldn't listen." Adrien gave him a sheepish look full of guilt, as Plagg folded his paws on his chest. "I hope you have some Camembert with you."

Adrien scowled and searched in the inside pocket of his shirt, taking out a small slice of Camembert. Plagg snatched it off so quickly that Adrien was left wondering if it had been in his hand at all.

"I know," he mused. "I didn't expect to find out something like that." He sighed, hiding his face again behind his knees. "I'm a complete idiot, aren't I?"

"Yep." Plagg popped the p with what sounded a feeling of great satisfaction. "At least something good came from this ordeal. You finally opened your eyes. Or should I say your eavesdropping ears..."

"She loves me, Plagg..." he whispered, his face getting more and more flustered and warm the more he thought about it and the more he looked into the electric green eyes of his kwami friend.

Plagg sighed. "I know."

"She stole my phone to delete a message where she called me hot stuff ..." His face felt even warmer. His cheeks were on fire. "She wanted to ask me out..."

Plagg nibbled his cheese thoughtfully. "That I didn't know myself..."

"You mean... that you knew that she loved me?" Adrien gave an inquisitorial look at Plagg, who glanced at him sheepishly. "Oh my God... you knew ! Why was I the only one who couldn't see it?" Plagg tried to talk, or at least his mouth opened... but then he kept quiet