Blue Hearts And Paper Cuts

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"Wait a minute, that's it?" Chat stopped in front of the window. "You're going to come in, attack me and not even tell me anything, even after I agreed?" Chat chuckled.

"I see you like to be pampered. Sorry to break it to you princess, but I need to see that I can trust you. I've got eyes on you outside. Keep your promise for a day and I may visit tomorrow." With that, Chat climbed out of her window, going for a brisk patrol around Paris to take his mind off of things.

Marinette went to the window, watching the black figure disappear into the night. She stood frozen for a time, staring out the window until she went to her bed and dropped herself down.

The end of her red string. Her soul mate. Significant other. Paris' most wanted criminal? Just her luck. She stuffed her face into a pillow and let out a long sigh. She felt like screaming, she felt like crying, but the only thing she could manage was a sigh.

Chat landed on top of the Dupain-Cheng bakery, what should be Marinette's terrace. He tried the terrace door and it creaked open.

"So now we've resorted to breaking and entering?" Chat rolled his eyes as he slinked in.

"There was no breaking in, the door was left unlocked." He stated as a matter-of-factly.

"Living up to the criminal name." Plagg snickered.

"Whatever." His vision settled into the dark room and it was nothing what it had been in the other life. In this life, it looked a lot more like a storage room more than a bedroom.

Chat Noir shuffled around the room, the dust occasionally making him sneeze. He found nothing other than boxes full of extra making materials, several boxes full of wedding momentos and old scrapbooks. Yet nothing on Marinette.

"We have to head home now." Plagg spoke once his timer started to count down. Chat nodded with a disappointed sigh.

Chat left everything untouched, just the way he found it and went through the night skies to his home.

"You know, the criminal thing really suits you. You broke and entered, held a hostage and even blackmailed." Plagg fluttered by Adrien's shoulder as he stretched noisily.

"I did not hold her hostage."

"You did too. You held her to hostage to her bed. Honestly, I thought you had lost it and were going to start eating her face or something."

"You act like you wouldn't do that if you saw Tikki." Plagg took in a breath to respond but stopped himself.

Tikki.

"Plagg, I'm sorry, I-"

"No, you're... You're right. If I saw her, right now, I would have." A silence course through them. "I'm going to go eat some camembert." Adrien gave him a silent nod, watching as his kwami went to hide in his camembert stash.

Adrien felt guilty. Really guilty, but that didn't stop him from falling dead asleep. He's had a long day.

Which is something Marinette couldn't say as she dragged herself out of the room the same time as Adrien did.

"Well you're up early." Adrien commented. She grumbled.

"I couldn't sleep last night." She yawned and stretched slightly. "I had nightmares about a dumb black cat."

"So sweet of you." Adrien mused.

"I've got no nice words for him." She spoke back.

"Who?" Adrien asked while Chat challenged. She mumbled quietly.