Mine, His

Adrien yawns as his sleep breaks. Light streams through the windows, and falls upon the groggy blonde.

The first thing that he notices is that he's extremely warm. The second thing that he notices is that there's something on top of him.

The third is that someone else is breathing evenly in the room.

Once he opens his eyes he has to suppress his gasp.

Marinette seems to be fast asleep, practically on top of him, and clutching him as if he were a big teddy bear.

He takes in her peaceful face, and her drool marks.

It seemed that she drooled a lot.

He chuckles.

It's still early, about 8 a.m which meant that Marinette would be waking up in four hours.

"Good morning." Someone says, and his eyes dart to the pissed off kwami.

Adrien freezes, blinks a few times, and then realizes that he had forgotten to drop the transformation last night after he had promised Plagg a 12-hour rest.

"Good morning…"Adrien says sheepishly.

"Seems like you've had a good sleep." Plagg says, going to sit on top of Marinette's head.

"Yes…I did sleep well."

"Oh that must have been nice, you know who didn't have a good sleep?" Plagg asks with an innocent look, batting his non-existent lashes.

"…Urm…"

"ME! I get tired too you know, and very hungry, holding a transformation is extremely draining, kid. You can't be making me hold it for long periods one after another." Plagg says, fully intending to giving the blonde a piece of his mind.

Adrien looks down and a small pout appears as he gets scolded. His cheeks turn slightly red.

Plagg falters.

'This kid is going to be the death of me'. And he was immortal so that was saying something.

He sighs.

First last night, and now this morning. He was going soft.

"I'm going to pretend yesterday never happened." He says finally after a long pause.

Adrien looks up at Plagg in shock. He'd expected an earful.

"I can see that you're…Preoccupied. I doubt that will change till she gets better."

Adrien blinks innocently at him.

Plagg exhales.

"I'm sure you know exactly how I feel about what you've done kid, it's a serious matter and not to be taken lightly. Nevertheless, I'm going to tell you that that was really reckless, kid. I don't want you ever going to that extent again, otherwise... I may really have to reconsider my choice of sticking with you."

Adrien's eyes look up at Plagg in shame.

"I won't go that far again."

Plagg exhales.

Okay, he was being much too serious, but it was necessary. Fu said to allow Adrien freedom, but it was horrible what Adrien did.

Children all over Paris had seen that. What happened if they became psychologically impacted? What if Chat's behavior sparked mental sadistic-ness inside their permeable heads?

"I'm holding you to that Adrien."

Adrien nods quickly.

Plagg shakes his serious face off.

"Okay, so, I bet you want me to leave you alone to enjoy the presence of your lady friend huh?" He says with a smirk, crossing his little flipper kind of arms.

Adrien's face turns even redder as he bites his lip and blinks at the kwami.

"That would be nice…"He says averting his eyes.

"It's gonna cost you." Plagg says.

"How much."

"Twelve wheels."

"Done."

"Excellent, now remember to transform before she wakes up, kay kid? Don't want her findin' out about who you are,now do we?" Plagg says, grinning at Adrien.

Adrien smiles wryly.

"Thanks Plagg…And I'm sorry for not thinking about you last night."

Plagg looks down at Adrien, in a way that only Tikki, his closest companion, would understand was a fond way.

"I'll accept payment in three more wheels of camembert."

"I was going to give you seven more, but if you if you only want three…"

"Seven is perfect!" Plagg says sighing dreamily.

Adrien smiles.

He couldn't possibly deserve the Kwami.

He knew that.

But for some unexplainable reason, the kwami stuck with him, and he appreciated that more than the little black creature knew.

…

In Miami: Narrator POV, With Chloe Bourgeois

The wicked creature woke up with a long yawn. She sniffed and opened and closed her mouth a few times. After running a hand through her hair, she got up from the king-size bed to browse through her phone.

Still no messages from those four imbeciles.

She'd expected them to have messaged her after they were done, but she had heard nothing from them at all, it had been two nights already and patience had never been one of her strong suits.

She growled.

Adrien wasn't answering her calls, and she had sent him about a hundred or so messages last night.

"Just what could be more important than me?" She asked the air.

She made a mental note to give him not a second of peace once she returned to Paris.

He would pay for his insolence.

He should know better than to ignore his one and only true love, his life, his princess. Because that's what she was to him. His princess.

Perhaps she could add to her collection of…

She trailed off; a demented look almost began to form.

Suddenly, she realized that Sabrina had sent her 256 messages.

She rolled her eyes. What did that little pest want now? Couldn't she tell that Chloe was enjoying her lavish vacation?

"Might as well call the dunce." She says to something in her handbag.

No response.

She put the phone on loudspeaker.

"Chloe!"

"Urgh Sabrina, must you sound so disgusting so early in the morning? Not all of us can handle a banshee's call you know." Chloe said.

"…Sorry Chloe, I just wanted to check on you after what happened last night."

Chloe frowned, her lips curled in an unattractive way.

"What?" Chloe said, looking at the phone in confusion.

"What?" Sabrina asked.

Chloe growled.

"Yes 'What' you moron, tell me what happened and be quick about it."

"Well… Chat Noir destroyed your hotel."

"WHAT?!"

"Chat Noir destroyed your hotel."

"I heard you the first time idiot." Chloe hissed.

That bastard! That was her home! He…He destroyed it?!

Her clothes, her shoes!Everything she ever owned!

GONE!

"Sorry…I'll send you a link. You should look at it."

Chloe waited for a second before a link appeared in her private chat with Sabrina.

She clicked on it and she saw Chat Noir running out of the exhibition. He was carrying someone, and he looked to be in a lot of pain.

Okay…What did this have to deal with her hotel?

Her eyes widened.

Was that…

Was that Marinette?

No… No, it couldn't be.

That woman looked dead, and she had just told those models to beat her unconscious, not kill her or anything... But it would be cool if she did die from internal bleeding or something…Just saying.

She watched as he deflected bullets and kept running at an alarmingly fast pace.

He held the body to his c.h.e.s.t as if it were something more precious than life.

The clip ended.

"Alright, now what?" Chloe asked Sabrina.

"I'm gonna send you the link of what happened last night."

Chloe waited impatiently, cl.i.c.k.i.n.g on the link immediately once it arrived.

"Well good evening Paris! It's Chat Noir here! Aren't you proud of me? This is the first live broadcast I've ever done!"

Her eyes widened at the cynical man as he laughed.

Her lips pursed and her nostrils began to flare.

"Well for the next month it won't be my last! You see, last night, as you know, someone very dear to me was…"

He looked up into the screen and Chloe gasped at the burning look in his eyes. It was as if he knew something. Something that would destroy her…

"…attacked. The funniest thing has come to my knowledge…I," His laugh reminded her of her own when she was taunting Adrien.

"-was actually going to be framed for attacking this person. How funny is that?!"

Her blood ran cold.

…She had specifically told the models to frame Chat Noir when attacking Marinette.

That meant…

That meant that…that…

"I was going to be accused of killing the one thing in my life that keeps me slightly human!"

Her mouth drops open.

That little whore had affiliations with him?!

"So I found the jackasses who hurt my friend. But that's not all. I found out who asked them to hurt her in the first place. Now Parisians, wouldn't you like to know the name of the person who has just made your lives a hundred times worse?"

Fear began to flow into her veins.

He knew. He knew that it was her. Those assholes must have ratted her out.

He knew.

He knew.

And he was going to expose her…

"Well I'll gladly tell you, but first, I have a little destroying to do. Inside Le Grand Paris hotel, I've hidden a bomb at each level. It's going to go off in ten minutes. Good luck to everyone in the hotel!"

The screen turned black and she could only hear her heart beating.

Then the footage returned. He was in someone's room.

No…No wait, that bastard was in HER room!

He was talking but she couldn't hear him over ringing sound in her head.

He knew.

He was going to get her…

She barely made it out the last time…She'd been saved by a policeman back when Chat Noir was still pretty amateur at attacking. He had been laying low since in terms of targeting her.

But now… Now, he had a reason to destroy her.

Her eyes flickered to the men in cages and dread filled her belly.

This couldn't be happening…

She watched as he threw them in sacks and tossed them back into the cages when he was done mutilating them. Suddenly their screams became audible.

'Just hold on a moment…'She thought, as she got a relevation.

As much as he knew her secret, SHE KNEW HIS TOO.

"And now you know…"

She didn't bat an eyelid as she watched him shout Cataclysm before the hotel crumbled. Her father had almost a hundred more…Everything would be replaced surely.

"…not to touch what's mine."

She felt a shiver run through her before she tilted her head downward.

He had it all wrong.

He thought he had gotten her, he thought he had thought of everything.

No, he was so very wrong.

She was the one who had him.

She knew his big secret.

She knew his weakness.

'And you'll learn the exact same thing.' She thought to herself.

"Nobody knows who that girl is." Sabrina said, reminding Chloe that she was still on the line.

Sabrina was oblivious in all of this. She had to proceed with caution.

"Hmm.I wonder…Say, Sabrina, could you go down to Tom and Sabine's bakery and place an order for an extravagant cake in honor of the rebuilding of the hotel? I'm sure daddy has already started on the plans. Do it today." She said.

"Of course Chloe…Just, urm… Well Marinette closed up the Bakery for today, actually, she told her friends that she isn't going to be opening up shop for a few days because she has some sort of business to attend to… Alya posted a status saying that the Bakery would be opening again really soon. I'll place the order as soon as it does-"

Chloe smirked.

It made perfect sense. After the beating she received, she must need time to recuperate.

She cut the call on Sabrina mid-sentence.

This was going to be tricky…She needed to devise a way to get to that little whore…Once she did that she could easily blackmail Chat Noir into keeping his sick mouth shut.

Yes…

If that whore meant that much to that bastard then he wouldn't risk her identity and the news of her affiliation with him getting out, in fear of endangering her.

Or she could kidnap her…Lock her away…Chat Noir would keep his knowledge to himself in hope of protecting his little s.l.u.t. Yes, she wouldn't give him the chance to bargain.

She couldn't return to Paris yet…She would work her scheme from Miami, it was safer and less conspicuous.

Blackmailing Marinette would be a lost case.

That goody two shoes probably gave Chat Noir hell for his actions. If Chloe blackmailed her she would go straight to the authorities, probably even turn herself in, in retrospective of her affiliations with the criminal.

But everyone adored Marinette.

Everyone knew her.

They wouldn't just let her get locked up; they'd probably sell the case that Sweet Marinette was trying to help him stop being such a sick being and she was actually trying to do that to protect them all.

She scoffed.

How the hell did someone like Chat Noir find that filth interesting?

Despite his evil nature, she always found him to be quite… Alluring, to say the least, and sometimes she dared to let her thoughts wander when she was having her sessions with Adrien.

Oh Adrien, her Adrikins, he must be so worried about her…

She scoffed again, okay, she was working on it. He would eventually.

She picked up her handbag and pulled out her Jar…

"Goodmorning."She cooed to the contents as the five of them floated in the liquid they were enveloped in.

She held the jar to her c.h.e.s.t because she knew preserved specimens were not supposed to be moved much.

She walked to her laptop, started it and entered her password.

"Guess what Mummy is doing today. Go on, guess." She spoke to the jar.

"Mummy is going to get a little whore kidnapped. Or killed. Whichever. Not now of course, but before that black hairball yacks out what he knows. What do you think?"

She was met with silence.

"Yes…Kidnapping is more reasonable, then I will have something over his head. He will do what I want. Anything I want."

Something evil flashed in her eyes.

"It works on your daddy doesn't it?" She said to the jar.

She picked it up and held it to eye level.

"It does. And it will work forever, he will love me. You'll see. You'll see…"She looked at them individually.

"Do you want individual jars?"

She was met with silence.

"I'll see what I can do."

She hummed for a moment, typing something into her laptop.

Immediately, a list of every person who had been inside the Fashion Exhibit building appeared on her screen.

She wasn't stupid. There's no way he wasn't in that building when her minions attacked that little s.l.u.t.

She should have known he had something to do with the fashion industry…With that body he could very well be a model.

But the problem lay in the fact that almost every model had the same stature…

He'd made a big slip up escaping the building, the building that was IMPOSSIBLE even for someone like him to sneak into.

Her eyes glossed over the list of names.

She rested her hand on her jar.

"Hmmm…so he's one of these 400 people." She said, her list included the designers, seamstresses, investors, VIP's and models.

She leaned back.

Marinette wasn't as great as everyone said.

Everyone thought she was soooo cute, and soooo sweet, and soooo wonderful and perfect and kind, but she wasn't!

She was just a whore who got cushy with all the boys and s.u.c.k.e.d up to all the girls.

Oh, she was going to make her pay.

Chat Noir couldn't get to her in Miami.

She had the freedom to attack the idiot from where she sat.

"Alright, bastard. You wanna play? Let's play."

She couldn't keep sending amateurs after the s.l.u.t.

If she was going to do this, it needed to be co-ordinated, it needed to be as flawless as her deal with Adrien.

It needed to be… Purrfect.

See, she could be funny too.

"You be the annoying Damsel, I'll be the villain. Oh, Chat Noir's the villain? Hmmm, well then whore, we'll see who plays it better." She says, seemingly thinking about Marinette.

She walked over to her phone, dialed a number and waited.

"Didn't see you on TV. How have you been…Marcus?"

She looked at her nails.

'Let the games begin.'