chantage ♕ ladynoir (b.1)

XVI

What type of emo do you think I am? I am probably a perfect mixture of the first ones on the left and right because Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! At The Disco are kinda my reason to live, then Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Viel, and BVB (too lazy to spell it out now) are also my line in living. I am also trash and I am also a weird only black wearing twat. WHAT ARE YOU?! And speaking of Panic!, anyone hear their new album, Death Of A Bachelor? It is so perfect I cried. Honestly Brendon Urie's voice range is bigger than my future. ALSO IT WAS MY LITTLE SITTER's BIRTHDAY ON THE 17TH Phangirl200 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SMALL THIRTEEN YEAR OLD.

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-Third Person pov-

Adrien was crying. He was alone in his room, crying into a small pillow. He had stolen his first item. Chesse for Plagg. And Plagg had already eaten it all. He hadn't transformed since his uniform turned black. Once he took the chesse out of the store unpaid, the color flashed before his eyes. The costume changed into the regular one we see today.

He hadn't had to run from police, since the store clerk was asleep, but he still felt the guilt on his shoulders.

"Come on, cheer up," Plagg said. He had been refused to talk to for a while now.

Only silence was followed. Plagg gave up after an hour and just went to sleep. Previous to this, he had done small good deeds, like helping officers, doing random helping of the city, and basically just was a riot on the news. 'Cute kid does random acts of kindness around the city of Paris.'

But now he had a dark secret, and a dark costume to match. He heard a crash outside and ran to his window to check it out. It was a small girl tripping over a garbage can. She was wearing a red costume with black dots.

She awkwardly ran away after picking up the small bag that dropped out of it and putting it back. Adrien blushed. She was beautiful to him. She felt his staring and looked up the building to him. He blushed harder. She waved, then continued to run.

"Who...?" Adrein struggled to ask to Plagg and to himself. She had gone out of his sight range and he went back inside. He just sat down on his small desk chair and processed what had happen all in one night. He met Marinette, he had seen a beautiful masked character outside, and he also had just thrown away his good reputation by stealing and being caught on a security camera or two.

"I know who she is," Plagg said from under his small T-shirt laying on his bed, "But you refuse to talk to me. And you're mad. So I'm sure you won't want to know."

Adrein ran to pick up the small cat by the ear. "I am mad at you, but who is she?"

Plagg, the advantage taker, "I can't tell you unless you do something for me in return." He was never actually going to tell him because of the rule, but he was using Adrien's cluelessness for his advantage.

Adrien knew this wasn't a good idea. But he wanted to know who she was, "What must I do?"

"We are gonna stop being heroes. It's boring"

"What does that mean?"

"We are now thieves. And in time, I will tell you who your precious girl is."

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Adrien was told by Plagg to go steal more stuff for him since he already finished his chesse. Chat looked in the mirror. A black suit didn't feel right on him, but he never knew what was right in the first place.

He ran onto a rooftop. He didn't want to do this. He was in control of his own mind and body this time. He sat across another bakery on the top of the roof, and waited for it to close. Once it did, he quickly unlocked the door with his sharp nail, and took some chesse in a bag for Plagg. He jumped on roofs to get back home.

"Hello? What are you doing up here?" Someone asked behind him. He turned around startled. It was none other than the girl he saw earlier. She asked him with no expression on her face, and she was quite small for age, but it just made her more adorable. He didn't respond. He just stared at her, because he knew if he told her, he would get the worst first impression ever, "What's in the bag, stranger?"

"Chesse."

"What? Why? What's your name?"

Chat hesitaited. He didn't want to say Chat Blanc. She would recognize it, "Chat... Noir?"

She walked closer to him. She looked up at him. "Have I met you before?"

Chat hesitated but didn't answer and ran. "Hey!" She said as she ran after him. But since he was much faster than her at the time when they were young, she ran out of stamina before she could catch up to the black cat.

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Those were all memories they both forgot. But that's how they started chasing eachother in the first place. She had always wants to know who he was, and he always wanted to get her attention. She started getting frustrated at him over the years, and she eventually hated him. But Chat still kept on trying to win her over. She had forgotten about Chat Blanc, but he sure hadn't. Guilt was still on his shoulders every day.

"Are you okay?" Chat said leaning in front of her face.

"Who are you?"