Me in your world I'm still in love with you

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He stares at me in anger while I smile and say, "Well, I think it's creative." My Grandfather was in shock as he places his hands back on his face as he turns away from me then questions, "How?" He turns back to me as I smile at him while we both go back to kneading our separate doughs. I look to him then back to the dough I was kneading as I then ask, "So, your son's a baker, then?" My Grandfather looks to me then back to his dough as he says, "I don't have a son anymore. Not since he betrayed me. And he's not a baker he became an accountant."

"Just because he put rice in the bread dough?" I asked knowing I had to keep the same things going in the plot while my Grandfather stops kneading the dough as he turns to me, "That's! Not! How! It's! Done!" My Grandfather snaps by clenching his teeth as he goes back to kneading the dough once more. I look back to the dough I was kneading while I gasp a bit and smirk turning to my Grandfather, "If my bread comes out tasting as good as yours, will you agree to do just one thing for me?"

I question turning to him as he side eyes me and asks, "Why? What do you want me to do?" I smirk as I use his words against him, "Are you a baker, or a nosy detective?" He looks to me with a smirk as he stops kneading his dough and turns to me placing his hands on his hips, "Ha! Your bread won't be as good as mine anyway." My Grandfather says as he reluctantly agrees and he puts his out to me while I shook his hand with a smirk.

We both then go back to kneading our separate doughs while I then start singing the tune my dad had hummed earlier. "La la, lala lala, lalala..." I don't notice as my Grandfather stops kneading his dough and says in shock, "That song...it's the song my son and I used to sing when we were...kneading...dough! There's no way you could know that song. Un-Unless- Unless you're-But no, that-that's impossible!"

I look to my Grandfather with wide eyes as I smile nervously only to sigh as I take the hat off, "Yes. I am your Granddaughter, (Y/N)." I explain placing the hat down on the counter as I look to my Grandfather who was shocked as he questions, "You're...my Granddaughter?" I smile a little only to gasp as my Grandfather says, "Liar! I don't have a Granddaughter! Betrayal! Deceit! It's just like adding new ingredients to bread! Deceptive! That's not how's it's done!"

He then pushes me out of the kitchen as he yells, "Shoo! Get out! Get out! Out with the liar!" He glares at me as I turn to him crossing my arms as I say, "No! I'm not leaving, not until you've tasted my bread. You promised you would." "Hoh! You want to stay here? Stay here then!" My Grandfather yells as he goes back into the kitchen shutting the door on me as I walk up to the closed door and say, "Whether you like it or not, you are my Grandfather! And today is your son's birthday. Don't you want to see him again?"

I question only to hear my Grandfather say through the door, "La, la, la! I can't hear anything! La, la, la, la!" I sigh lowering my head as I mumble, "Why am I always making messes? I can't even do one thing right for a change even how hard I try."

"I'm always making a mess!"

"I can't do one thing right!"

"I can't understand how I'm the chosen one and why Plagg brought me here?"

"He says I'm the chosen one but why do I feel like I'm not..."

"One things for sure at least I kept Adriana and Mason's love story intact even when I suck at trying to keep everything else together and in the show."

I'm thrown out of my thoughts as I hear my Grandfather getting Akumatized. I knock on the door as I question, "Grandpa?" Suddenly the door was knocked off its hinges as I was thrown across the room with a grunt. I look back to the broken door as I see my Grandfather now Akumatized as he says, "There is no grandpa. I'm Bakerix, and anyone who doesn't do things the way they should be done, will be served my indomitable wrath! Soon, Paris will look like it did before the modern world took over!" He laughs as he pulls his yeast canteen from his belt and starts drinking from his yeast canteen.