A Letter to Forget

I've been wanting to do an Adrienette pairing for a while, so here it is. I will most likely keep the chapters short so that I can update frequently. Sorry for anyone who likes long chapters. Later chapters should be longer than this, though. It's more of a prologue than a real chapter, anyway.

This takes place right after their summer break (So sometime after season 2, Episode 11. SLIGHT SPOILER WARNING). Episode 10 and 11 seem as though they're during summertime with the theme park and pool mentioned as well as no references to school or homework.I really have no idea how school terms are in France, so I'm going by traditional American school schedules.

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Ch 1: Amnesi-o was his Name-o

It was a beautiful, sunny morning like most in Paris. The previous nights rainstorm left the morning clouds big and fluffy as they moved across the skies above, pushed by strong winds. They were colored by hot pinks, oranges, and golden light. The air was warm with a cool breeze that still carried the smell of rain. Puddles spotted the city streets making perfect pools for a variety of birds, namely pigeons. It was a perfect day like most, and like most, a perfect time for an akuma attack.

"Chat, behind you!"

"GYAH!"

CRASH!

That was the sound of one of Paris's two heros being thrown through brick and wood, damaging whatever was in the shop he landed in. This wasn't the first time Chat Noir had been sent flying by an enemy—or his partner—and it probably wouldn't be the last. Of course, he'd do everything he could to prevent such happenings in the future; there was always a chance.

The boy sat up, cupping his aching head and coughing from the dust in the shop. The room spun as he tried to stand so he leaned on the sales counter, waiting for the throbbing pain and wobbly vision to clear.

"Hey! Let go of me!"

Chat jerked his head up at the sound of his partner in distress. No longer caring about his own condition he jumped out of the hole he had come from, baton out and already extended. The bright morning light blinded him at first, but he quickly spotted his lady and the akuma.

"Lady-"

A visible layer of air—or maybe it was some sort of distortion—exploded from the akuma's position like a bubble. It passed through people and buildings, damaging not a one. Chat's hand instinctively went to his chest, to check that he was okay. Whatever it was that happened, he had felt its force, but he felt and looked fine as far as he could tell.

Satisfied, he looked back at the akuma, ready to continue this fight.

The akuma victim, a young man in his early thirties, had short, chocolate brown hair and glowing, red eyes. A red diamond mark was centered on his forehead, a theme that carried throughout the rest of his outfit. He wore a black suit with hollow, red diamonds about it. Three large diamonds on the front, and four smaller along the outer trim of his limbs. A purple diamond shaped necklace dangled from his neck by a silver chain. It was most likely the akuma's hiding spot.

Creepy was the extra wide smile that stretched across his face, making it wrinkle in odd areas. Add in the narrow teeth, and pale complexion and he looked like some hell-raised clown in a business suit. At least he didn't have a big red nose.

The smile on the akuma's face, big as it was, seemed larger now than it was earlier as he floated high in the air. The feature made Chat's insides squirm uncomfortably. Clearly something was wrong, but what, he wasn't sure. It was like the man had some new and exciting secret and had no intention of sharing.

In his arms was a girl around Chat's age with blue-black hair tied into pigtails. A pair of vibrant bluebell eyes fearlessly glared at the akuma who had her in a choke-hold. She was dressed entirely in a red suit with black spots, and like Chat, had a mask that covered half her face. A face that looked quite pissed.

The girl struggled within the akuma's grasp, finally breaking free when she managed to swing the side of her fist into his nether regions. That dropped his smile like a one ton anvil.

Chat darted forward to catch her but stopped as she twisted mid-fall and landed gracefully onto the street. The fall would have killed or seriously injured a normal person, but this girl was in no way normal. She leaped back, closer to Chat, to give herself some distance from the akuma.

The black cat felt himself stiffen at how close she was.

"I almost had it!" She jerked her hand to the side, tugging on a string attached to her finger, and a red, spotted yo-yo jumped into her waiting hand from wherever it had been knocked away. Before long she had it spinning into a shield.

"Chat Noir, you okay? You took a hard hit," she asked, turning towards him a bit though her eyes remained fixed on the akuma who hadn't moved from his spot. The pot-shot she had made kept him grounded with his hands cupping his damaged cargo. He wasn't going anywhere.

"Um...who are you?"

The girl frowned and rolled her eyes. "I'll admit, repeatedly asking Amnesi-o his name was funny. Pulling the same stunt on me right after? Not so much, Minou."

Chat's lack of response wavered her attention. He was never that quiet. Normally he'd make some flirty followup not a second later. As bad as some of his jokes were, they were always spoken with confidence and without hesitation. That's what made most of them, even the bad ones, funny and enjoyable.

"No, seriously. Who the heck are you?"