Mine, His

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Chat woke up, with a strange and utterly annoying pang on the side of his head. He g.r.o.a.n.e.d, shifting slightly. He snuggled closer to the being that enveloped him in comfortable warmth.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he looked up to find that he was staring up at Marinette's sleeping face. He was in between her legs, his head on her c.h.e.s.t. Her arms were wound him possessively. It seemed they had both shifted in their sleep.

He blinked. Quietly, he extracted himself from her hold, frowning at the loss of warmth.

He ran a clawed hand through his hair, sighing. This was dangerous. Attachments were dangerous. Not that he would know, but from the books he's read it always ended up in someone being heartbroken or someone else sacrificing themselves. He shook his head.

He wasn't getting attached. This was just a means of entertainment.

He stood up. Gazing down at the dark-haired princess. Tilting his head, he took in the delicate expression she wore on her face. It was so…ethereal. He couldn't help but crouch down and examine the princess just a little longer.

He traced the lines of her face with a finger, down her jaw, slowly across her lips, up to her eyelashes and down her nose. He g.r.o.a.n.e.d, this was getting too weird, this was creepy. But that didn't stop him from picking her up gently and hopping up to her loft bed and tucking her in. He looked again at her, and almost smiled in adoration but forced himself to hold it back.

His eyes wandered to the gigantic cat plush behind her regular pillow, and he smirked. With one last glance at her peaceful face, he made his way out the window. After quietly drawing the curtain and closing the window, he dropped down to the sidewalk, noticing the man from last night still fast asleep. Half of the chloroform had dripped onto the man's face last night after he bust the bottle of Chat's head. It wasn't much, but that, coupled with Marinette's pot, was a recipe for exhaustion and deep slumber.

He grinned evilly.

Stooping low and picking the man up, he threw him over his shoulder. It was around 6 a.m. and there were not many people out as yet.

He casually walked to the police station, whistling a tune, enjoying the cool morning. Once he was at the station, he entered gleefully through the sliding doors, enjoying the looks of horror on some of the men's faces.

He swiftly shifted the man from his shoulder and held him in a choke-hold, a claw poking into the tender skin near the man's jugular vein.

"I'd just like to commend you all on your brilliant work."He smiled cynically. Some of the men were slowly taking out guns.

"This man had attempted to **** someone last night, and had I not intervened he would have succeeded. Aren't you supposed to prevent that kind of thing?"He asked casually.

They aimed their guns at him. "Why should we believe you? Why would you save anyone?"Sabrina's dad asked.

Chat smirked. "Oh, I'm not here to make you believe me,frankly, I couldn't give a damn about what you or anyone else thinks of me." he started, calm.

"But you know that already,don't you? Nevertheless, what I say is I wouldn't care for it would be none of my business, but the victim is someone that seemed too young and beautiful to be tainted by such villainy."He said.

Chat's claw glided along the man's neck,slowly slicing certain areas but dancing around his life vein. The man seemed to slowly emerge from his slumber. He shrieked.

"Ahhhh, finally awake Sleeping Beauty?"Chat mocked.

The man's eyes darted around.

"Well, why don't you tell us how you got into such a deep sleep,hmmm?"Chat said.

That man looked around, his young eyes looked panicked.

"I didn't-"He started.

"Don't lie!" Chat hissed, his entire hand moving to hold the man's face, his claws digging into the pale skin.

The man looked around and gulped.

"Chat Noir, release him or we'll shoot!" Sabrina's father said.

Chat's tail flicked.

"Shoot and he dies."Chat smiled, pressing a claw so the man's vein once more.

"Now, he was saying, SSSPEAKKK !"He hissed at the man.

"I-I was trying to attack a girl."He stuttered.

The police force gazed on in shock.

Never had a criminal actually confessed to a crime in front of their eyes. Information such as this was normally obtained through wires and hidden recorders.

"Andddddd?"Chat crooned.

"I was going to r-r.a.p.e her."

"And what were your words?"Chat asked.

"L-let's sh-share."

"And what did you say to her?"Chat asked.

"I-I'm going to tear you."

"And will you say anything about my action's last night?"He asked, leaning down to the man's ear and whispering the last question.

"N-no!"The man said.

"Puuurrrrrfecttttt."Chat purred.

He looked at the stunned faces around him that stared at the man.

The young man was not an unfamiliar face. He was a Forensic Scientist in the police department…They knew him. Hearing him admit to his crime was chilling.

They paled and wondered who had been the victim.

"The victim will come to identify him tomorrow. She will answer questions. And if I find out that you ask her anything about me, anything at all, clawed faces in Paris will be a thing of the past, corpses will be the new norm. Do NOT put it past me to slit her throat, I would do it in a heartbeat, I wouldn't intervene anyone else from killing her, but I just don't find any p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in witnessing ****, bodies will start piling, I mean it. I have ears and eyes everywhere. I know everything that goes on in Paris." he paused.

"Do you understand?"He asked.

Slowly they nodded.

In a fluid movement he released his hold on the man, he slashed the man's left cheek and quickly darted from the station, leaving the police to contend with the howling young man.

He smirked as he bounded across the rooftops. Oh, he loved causing pain.

If it was not exhilarating then he had no other word for it.

Finally, upon reaching Agreste Manor, he stepped into his room and detransformed.

Plagg fell onto the bed.

"Why did you do that, now the police will think she has some affiliation to you! Kid this would put your identity in jeopardy." He said.

"Relax Plagg,I have a plan," Adrien said, beginning to remove his shirt.

Plagg sighed.

Adrien's plans were a lot like Master Fu's in the sense that they always worked out beneficially, but he couldn't help but smirk a little at the amount of thought that Adrien was putting into this case for the sake of that girl.

"Oh, and well-done kid,"Plagg said, biting a piece of his Camembert wheel.

"What for?"Adrien asked, as he turned on the shower.

"Well, first you saved Marinette from a rapist—that's regardless of the fact that she wouldn't have needed saving if you didn't destroy her guards... then you had the opportunity to attack her this morning and you didn't, to top it off you took the bad guy to the police."Plagg said.

Adrien scratched his neck. "I didn't want her to be r.a.p.ed. I didn't attack her this morning because, I –uh…"

"Thought she looked cute? 'Oh princess!Mwah mwah!'"Plagg said teasingly.

Adrien blanched. "NO! Urm its just, when I get my revenge I want her to be awake to remember !"Adrien said,huffing with finality.

"So you don't like her as a Lady-friend?" Plagg asked.

"NO! I don't like people!"Adrien hissed getting into the shower,water trickled down his toned body.

" And princesses?" Plagg asked, sitting on the showerhead.

"Plagg shut up!"Adrien g.r.o.a.n.e.d.

Plagg chuckled.

"And taking the guy to the station?"

Adrien was quiet for a moment.

"I honestly don't know. I just wanted the guy in jail."He finally said.

Plagg was quiet.

"Adrien…I'm proud of you,what you did last night and this morning was really great."Plagg said.

Adrien stared in shock up at the kwami.

"You're…proud…of me?" He asked in awe.

"Mmm."The kwami hummed, not used to saying such…affectionate things.

Adrien just continued to stare at Plagg. As far as he could remember the last time someone had been proud of him was when he was 8, when his mum was around. And he could barely even remember her all that well.

He gulped the sad feeling in his throat back down.

Glancing back up at the kwami, he smiled slowly,albeit sadly.

"Plagg."

"Whaaat?"Plagg g.r.o.a.n.e.d.

"I'm not a good person. Don't be proud of me."Adrien said, resting his forearm on a wall and leaning against it.

"Listen kid.I'll admit you suck at times. More often than not I have a good mind to fly back to the guardian so that all this violence won't happen. I'm aware of how many lives you almost destroy every day. I see how you like causing fear. I see that excited look when you cause pain. I am not proud of the things you do sometimes.I'm not… But who you are is not what you did, or still do…Doing bad things doesn't make you a bad person just like how doing good things doesn't make you a saint...You're just a lost little kid who thinks he knows what he's doing...sooner or later something will bite you in the a.s.s and everything will change."

"Bite me in the ass?"

"Yes in the A.S.S. Now shut up because you're making me sentimental. It's disgusting."

"…It's kind of sweet."Adrien murmured.

"Die!" Plagg yelled flying into Adrien's hair and yanking it around.

Adrien laughed lightly.

"You know today is the first time I've actually had a proper conversation with you."Adrien mused.

"That's because you done good, kid," Plagg said.

Adrien hummed.

"But Marinette's window has no burglar-guards." Plagg said.

"I'm not a hero...Why should I care? I don't care in fact."Adrien said with an agitated pout.

"We know that, but I'm just saying, her boyfriend could probably sneak in tonight." Plagg said casually.

Adrien's eyes narrowed at Plagg.

"What are you getting at?" he asked slowly.

"Nothing, nothing.I'm just saying- since you don't know much about relationsh.i.p.s- humans males tend to try and meet up with their lady friends at night so that they can do things together."

"What things?"Adrien asks.

Plagg gives him a pointed look.

"The thing Chloe makes you do you moron." Plagg says.

Adrien's eyes widened.

"They're going to have s.e.x?" He asked, incredulous that Marinette could ever think of such an act.

Plagg nodded. 'Oh, it's working'. Riling up Adrien was such fun.

Adrien steps out of the shower.

"NO, she wouldn't...She's-no-yeah no." He argued with himself.

He turned to Plagg. "Wait why should I care what she does?"Adrien huffs.

"Oh, you're right, why should you? Nevermind then, I guess you did another heroic deed, you saved a human man from having to resort to his hand and a mental image."

Adrien's eyes darted up from his clothes.

"But Marinette is innocent, she wouldn't … do that..."

"Kid, that's what they all say. The innocent-looking ones are the worst. You looked innocent."

"Good point. Well, her fun is going to be ruined anyway because I have to discuss with her the stuff she's allowed to say tomorrow." Adrien said, sticking his nose up haughtily.

Plagg looks pointedly at him but says nothing.

"It's not because of what you think." Adrien said when hears Plagg's snicker.

That evening he transformed and watched her room window. Her lights were on and she stood by the window looking worried. Her blue eyes darted around, as if expecting someone to attack her. He chuckled.

Slowly she stepped away from the window and he saw her trying to push a large wardrobe in front of it. His eyes widened. Well, shit. He still had to talk to her. He darted across the rooftop and just as the gap into her room through her window closes due to the wardrobe being pushed in front, he slippped into her room.

At first she didn't notice him, her eyes were closed as she pushed the heavy wardrobe.

"Come on, move!" She g.r.o.a.n.e.d. Taking pity on her for some reason he slid behind her silently and with one arm he pushed the wardrobe forward.

She thought it was her own strength, and she opened her eyes and poked her biceps.

"Nice muscles." He whispered and he smirked as she froze. Spinning around in record time, she began to scream.

"No!Shhhh shhh shhh shh!"He hushed her, clamping a hand over her mouth. She glared at him.

"I just want to talk. How cruel, I would've thought after yesterday you'd trust me more princess." He said. Her eyes flashed in guilt. He removed his hand once he was certain she wouldn'y scream.

She blinked up at him. Unsure of what to say to the criminal.

"Hello." she said, with a wave.

"Hello, princess." He said back to her.

Suddenly there's a loud clap of thunder and rain begins the fall heavily.

"You know, you should've closed the window before pushing the wardrobe in front." he said, easily moving her wardrobe to correct her mistake.

She blanched, uneasy at the idea of having the notorious Chat Noir in her room.

He sensed her unease and he stared down at her.

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you, at least not now."

She looked at him with wide-eyes.

"I'd assumed your boyfriend would be showing up. Where is he?" He asked.

"I told you I don't have a-"

Her phone chooses that opportune moment to ring. She freezes at the sound and Chat walks over to it, noticing the caller I.D., the name Nathaniel, and a cute picture of her and the red-haired guy in a tight hug.

"You were saying?" He says, pursing his lips, and raising a brow.

Oh, he'd really love to know how she'd get out of this one.

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XOXO

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