There always were floating lights, every year on Marinette's birthday.
The girl was no stranger to stars, she had sewn them constantly on blankets and a few dresses when she couldn't sleep. The lights, however, were a once a year sighting. So fascinating from where Marinette watched high in her tower. They danced around each other as the bright dots drifted higher into the atmosphere. The beauty of them laced into every speck of white that sparkled and flickered out as it rose. Her blue eyes always dazzled, year after year.
It was three weeks until her birthday, the big number 16. Yet she hardly thought of the years since her birth. Instead, she impatiently waited for the floating lights to blanket the night sky. She lay on her bed, light streaming in from the window. Marinette stared at her ceiling, a black cat resting on her stomach. Silently, she pet him, her other arm resting over her eyes as thoughts clouded her mind. She was going to do it. Today would be the day. No more chickening out. She would finally build enough courage to ask to see the Lights up close this year.
A fire burned inside of her, a smile grew upon her delicate features. A single black strand of hair curling behind her ear, poking at the smile that lit her face. She inhaled and took in the fresh morning hair and let her arm fall into her extremely long, scarlet hair. Without warning, she sprang into a sitting position. The cat was jarred awake and glared up at the teen. Marinette hadn't really been paying much attention to where said cat was. She had also forgotten he was even in the room with her, let alone that she was petting him. Hopping off the bed, the cat sprung into the air with momentum, landing onto her bed canopy. As Mari got up off her bed, the cat reared on its haunches. It yowled as it came down onto Mari's shoulders. Surprised, the girl shrieked in alarm and jumping a few inches off the ground.
Regaining composure, Marinette turned her head and glared at the cat.
"There you are, Plagg. You really do get crazy the more hungry and bored you are." The cat began to purr loudly, telling her she was right on the button. Chuckling, the girl went across her room to her vanity. The room was about the size of a studio (a term she had read in a book once). The cold, stone walls were circular, covered floor to ceiling in paintings and bookshelves. She was never allowed to leave her tower, so trying to keep herself entertained was a pastime she found joy in, as there were so many things she could learn and try (baking, sewing, designing, painting, ect.). She had read every book she owned about seven times over- some more than that- but she always got the same thrills reading them as she did the first time. Reaching her vanity, she grabbed Plagg and set him down onto the surface of the vanity. She grabbed her hairbrush located in a small drawer compartment below the vanity surface and hummed while she combed out her long hair.
"I'm finally going to talk to Papillon today. Maybe he will let us go with him to see the lights. Won't that be fun Plagg? We'd finally get to know the mysterious lights in the sky!" The scarlet-haired girl squealed in delight as she thought about the annual phenomena. The Plagg pawed at her dress and mewled, his eyes saying it all. Okay, Okay, Now I want food! Marinette smiled, picking up Plagg and taking him down a small flight of stairs into the kitchen (/living room/bedroom/bathroom/dining area). The tower, despite its height, only had two actual floors inside it. It was mostly the stairway up that caused the tower to look bigger. Marinette opened a wall cupboard and took out a piece of Cheese. By now, the girl was nose blind to the smell, but she knew it reaked. Plagg had an odd appetite for a cat, but she didn't question it. So long as her only friend was happy, she didn't mind his eating habits.
Marinette waited as the cat ate its fill in silence. She, however, babbled on and on about the lights and what it would be like outside the tower and the ravine. There was less light here than there was in her room, but Marinette could still make out the stones on the far walls. Mari sighed in longing. She knew all of these walls, every crack, every dent that there was to be found in the small, two-story tower. There had to be more to life than just a boring old tower. There just had to be. Looking up, Marinette glanced up the steps into her room, light coming from above. And the lights are going to take me there, She thought, so sure of herself. So sure that it would be the glowing balls of energy that would whisk her away into a more exciting life.
Breaking Marinette from her thoughts, Plagg darted from the counter top he rested on and hid somewhere in the room. Marinette smiled and ran upstairs. Plagg only ever did that when he came home. Papillon hated Plagg underfoot, and Plagg hated Papillon, so it was a pleasant compromise. She waited for his voice to sound through the ravine below. As she waited for a few seconds and was not disappointed. It was low and baritone, but she know the voice of her "father", along with her nickname.
"Ladybug, Ladybug, may I come in!"
A/N: So I thought of doing a different story, but i will still update LASP. I just need a bit more time to do so. I thought this would make a good story, and I hope it does in the end. I will also try to update this regularly, but don't count on it. And i know it's short, I'm not making these chapters to long.
Stay tuned and Thanks for Reading!
~Pheonix