(Starts off with a dramatic flare, like I always do ;) Oh, BTW this is for my friend Pinky. Hope y'all enjoy though! This is a non Miraculous AU too.)
Marinette put her phone down, silently smiling. She unlocked the door to her and Nathaniel's apartment, and then dropped the bags in her hand. The bottle smashed to the floor in a loud crash, and Nathaniel sat up from his position laying naked on the sofa.
With another woman.
"What- you weren't supposed to be here yet." He shucked his shirt on, "Look, I can explain."
"No, I don't think you can. I can see quite clearly what's going on." She answered coolly, "and I see where I always was." She raised her hands, and in the moment of haste, he stood up.
"No!" He rushed over to her, pinning her against the wall. She struggled against him.
In the tree outside the apartment, Chat Noir twirled his baton, and leaped through the window. When he'd seen Nathaniel raising his fist to Marinette, he smashed the window open. Cold air hit the three in the room, he saw her shiver. He was Chat Noir, for God's sake, she was bound to be scared of him. Especially since the Force portrayed him as a heartless villain who murdered. For the record, he hadn't killed a single soul, it was his father who killed.
"Get your hands off of her, you scum." He growled. His voice was low and gravelly.
"I want to apologize-" He started, but she struggled against him. "Stop bloody moving!" He yelled, his fist colliding with her cheek. She let out a cry. Before the cat knew what he was doing, he held the boy against the wall, his fist beating Nathaniel, again and again and again. Blood poured from his nose like a river. She shrieked, and the woman on the sofa dashed out.
"I said hands off, filth." He threatened, and he hit him again. Marinette took the key, placing it on the table, tears running down her face. He stood up, composed himself, and walked over to her. "Are you doing okay?" He asked, his eyes sincere.
"I'm fine... Th- thank you." She whispered. Nathaniel stumbled, his hand on Marinette's leg. Without a second thought, Chat lifted the gun and fired.
It hit him square in the chest.
"Oh God, oh God..." She breathed in. He glanced at her. and gave her a small, sad smile.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you, princess." He kissed her hand, darting out the room, covered in blood.
She called after him, but knew she wasn't going to find him. Chat felt awful, and it wasn't just because he'd frightened the girl he'd always tried to win over, in various different times. He didn't know why until he watched her sleep.
Nathaniel was his first kill.
