Miraculous Tales of Ladybug & Chat Noir
Prologue
She had lived many dreams in her nights, while sleeping in her civilian form as Marinette.
True, most of them had always been pleasurable dreams. Happy dreams. Dreams full of love and hope and friendship, filled with her friends and family, with Adrien and everyone she dearly loved and held close to her heart.
But then, every once in a while there were other dreams that crept to the surface of her tender sleep. Dreams ( can she even call them so?) she could live without actually, that emerged from the depths of her inconsciousness where her greatest and most untamed fears wandered around vivadly, nursing themselves from her memories of every crime, every villain she had fought against as the legendery and unbeatable Ladybug.
Never could she have imagined to find herself in one of them.
There she stood. Motionless. Voiceless. Her blue eyes wide open in horror. Her arm, her hand, its skin well hidden under the tight fitting red black spotted spandex, extanded to the person standing several meters in front of her.
People were running, pushing, colliding into one another. Their sheer fear made it impossible for them to stay calm or even take notice of her; her, standing in the middle of a field, surrounded by screaming flowers that floated away with the wind, leaving her alone. A single flower on an endless meadow.
"Chat!" She heard a voice calling out for him, its anger and irritation passing through its vocals. Not in the slightest did she move to see whose voice it was that refferred so harshly to her silly kitty. As if under Medusa's spell, she could do no less than stay still and motionless, as if she had litteraly turned into stone.
"What on earth has gotten into you?! You are RUINING this party! And what happened to your clothes?"
"I see the Vixen has arrived!" Simply replied the white masked blonde, without caring much to respond to the questions the red haired girl had posed him.
He turnd to the circular glasstable that stood in the centre of the room, directly in front of the two spandex wearing girls. Just like a cat, he gracefully pounced on top of it, standing on both feet. He tapped his white cylinder again and bent down a little his head, making golden strands of hair fall into his piercing emerald eyes.
He elegantly kicked a vase full of beautiful cream white orchids off of the table, making space for his own person in the middle of it.
He wore an elegent white tailcoat, matching white trouses wrapped around his slim figure combined with white patent leather shoes that reflected the light of the lamps. His attached cat ears were no longer black, but white and turned to the back. On his head he balanced masterfully a white cylinder from which emerged his angelic locks. His mischievous face was covered with a snow white mask.
" Moi, je suis Chat Blanc!" Declaired the white masked boy, smiling brightly and tilting his head backwords, holding out his arms. An evil laugh escaped his lips. "And I will end you tonight!"
"Chat?" It was her first word she had said after transforming into Ladybug. Intentionally she had meant for it to sound strong and sever; instead it turned out weak and hoarse, like the meow of a lost kitten, standing drenched on the middle of a street in the pouring rain, forgotten by the world.
He froze; his cruel laughter died down and he stiffly remained in his pose, head still tilted back, evil smirk engraved on his lips. His wide opened arms dropped to his hips, but for the rest he did not move.
She held her breath, the fox girl too, anxious to know what would happen next.
Slowly his head tilted forwards, his long golden strands framing his handsome visage. He watched her mischievously, his eyes nothing but two green shaded slits.
"Ma Dame."