Author's Note:
Hi, everyone! Welcome to 'Checkmate Catsanova'! This is my second Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir fanfic, so I really hope that you'll enjoy it and forgive for any mistakes that you might find here. I will correct them as soon as possible. Now, without further ado, let's get on with the story!
DISCLAIMER:
THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND HALF OF THE STORY PLOT DO NOT BELONG TO ME!
THEY BELONG TO THOMAS ASTRUC ONLY!
It was a bright and beautiful morning in the City of Love, Paris, France. The spring breeze was very much a welcome change after the icy cold winds that had beaten down on the city and its' citizens during the long winter nights.
The weather was nice and warm - and besides the shining sun, there was nothing else decorating the beautiful vast blue ocean that was the sky.
The Parisians were going out and about. After all, who wouldn't go out and relax on day as beautiful as this, without a single akuma in sight.
Everyone was enjoying themselves with their friends, families and loved ones, taking full advantage of the perfect sunny day.
The young (and old) couples were in love and weren't afraid of showing that love in public, in a decent manner (well, at least some of them were).
The adults chatted about one thing or another, while their children were playing and running around being silly and free, smiling and laughing in chorus with the little birds' songs and the pigeons' cooing in the playgrounds and parks.
The flora of Paris was in full bloom; finally after the long winter sleep they had been in previously.
The aroma of the flowers and plants mixed with the delicious smell of sweets and bread creating a unique smell, that many refer to as the Fragrance of France.
They day had such great promise of fun, excitement and pleasure, even if it was just a normal pleasent day. Although, unfortunately for some people the beautiful day was anything but pleasent.
In the Agreste mansion, the family was sitting at the dinning room table eating their breakfast.
At the head of the long and large white table sat, Gabriel Agreste, the infamous fashion designer and icon, known across the whole globe.
He was currently reading the recently delivered newspapers, while his lovely wife was pouring him some hot black coffee, before she took her seat once more by his left side.
He didn't pay her much attention at the moment, because of the scandalous article he was reading.
His icy blue eyes glared at the newspapers in his hands as if willing them to burst into flames and disappear for good.
His wife noticing his barely concealed rage and fury, placed her soft dainty hand into his larger one and squeezed it gently, hoping to calm him down a bit and to silently tell him that she would be by his side through this entire mess, as always.
When Gabriel lowered the newspapers on the table, a pair of ash grey eyes glanced at the article Gabriel had just read through, and the owner of the said grey eyes had to resist the urge to snort out loud at the big bolded headline of the tabloid newspaper.
It's almost a habit, really. After all, it wasn't the first time he had to resist the urge to snort and/or sneer at gossip articles and magazines of the like.
Of course, why had he even hoped to see something else for a change? Especially, when the media enjoyed to poke and prod around in his family's business and affairs.
The man, who was mentally cursing every single tabloid in the world, was none other than Félix Agreste, Gabriel's oldest son and second-in-command of the family corporation the said man had been building for so many years.
The twenty-seven-year old was his father's living image in almost every way, which was mostly seen personality wise.
His golden blond hair and kind heart were definitely inherited from his mother's gene pool and side of the family. He was tall, muscular and clever just like his father (all Agreste men were either very tall, very muscular or both).
Félix and his younger brother were one of the lucky ones who inherited both of those traits from their father's side of the family.
That's why most of his relatives either become singers, models, actors or all of the aforementioned. Gabriel was one of the few, who decided to become a businessman and stay out of the spotlight. Félix, too, turned away from the usual careers his relatives decide upon. So, it wasn't much of a surprise he turned towards the world of fashion. Surprisingly, he was very good at running the business too.
Some even used to call him 'Gabriel Junior', because of the traits he took after the calculative and prideful man.
The only thing that differentiates him from his stern father, was his forgiving nature he tries not to show too much.
Félix was always the first one to scold his younger brother for his frivolous behavior and player-like lifestyle, but he was also the first one to give him another chance as well. And defend him from their father, if possible.
Félix hoped that one day his little brother would just grow up and finally mature, maybe even act like his own age.
He was twenty-five-years old! How long does he plan to behave like he was a God given gift to the opposite gender? Until he's sixty like their uncle?
'Mon Dieu, I hope not. If that ever happened, I don't even want to think what father would do to him in return. I doubt that I would be able to save him from father's wrath then.' He thought.
Because that would have been the final nail in the coffin of their father's patience and tolerance. And their father wasn't exactly known for those two virtues (quite the opposite, actually).
It was a miracle in itself, that Gabriel let him slide after the last scandal (*his wife's doing *hint hint).
It was no secret to anyone that Gabriel Agreste disliked his older brother because of his womanizing ways, and he HATED the fact that his own son turned out to be just like his stupid brother.
No one could imagine how bitter and furious the head of the family was, when his second son showed similar tendencies towards the fairer gender his own brother still has. Never before had Gabriel wanted to strangle someone in his entire life than then at that time.
And now Félix wondered if this would be the straw that broke the camel's back.
And seeing how this month, his little brother had indulged in sating quite a lot of his seemingly insatiable sexual appetite when he meets some random woman on the street, and their father was getting closer and closer to snapping his brother's neck with each of his little flavours...then yes, this was probably the last straw. If his glare was any indication of that, then nothing was.
If he was with them at the breakfast table right now, Félix had no doubt in his mind that his father would have skinned him alive in front of everyone. Scandal or no scandal, Gabriel would have had no regrets whatsoever.
He sighed, shaking his head. He ought to have a word with his little brother when he came home. Before their father does.
Provided that he was even calm enough to even speak with him without wanting to kill him on the spot the very moment he has him in his sights.
He, too, was getting very tired of picking up after him and cleaning up his mess. His dear brother needed a very serious wake up call.
The thing that Félix didn't and couldn't understand was, why his brother was acting this way.
Their parents didn't spoil them too much. Their parents were always present in their lives, no matter how much work they had to do during the day (and that's something, seeing how busy they were and how hard they worked), and no one had tortured them or harmed them in any single way.
And his brother certainly hadn't ever even been through a hard break up or had ever been rejected by someone in the past. As far as he knew, that is.
'Maybe that's the problem.' He mused to himself.
Before he could even dwell on it, a child-like hum reach his ears and Félix turned his head towards the source of the said sound.
There he saw the most precious sight he had ever seen. His youngest brother and everyone's pride and joy.
Little Liam Agreste was eating his breakfast happily in his booster seat. He was kicking his little feet underneath the table which in turn made him bounce in his seat.
His big chubby cheeks got even bigger as he ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The five-year-old was probably the only one who was undisturbed by the thick tension that had enveloped the entire room.
He smiled. He loved his little brother with everything he had and would always spoil him whenever he could. He and his younger brother both. In times like this, Félix wished that Liam would remain a child forever and never grow up.
Feeling someone's gaze upon him, Félix turned towards the person looking at him, meeting the familiar dark navy blue irises he adored.
Bridgette Agreste, his wonderful wife was looking at him and Liam with a look filled with so much love and warmth.
She always melted at the sight of her handsome husband looking at the little sweetheart with such love and joy. It made her wish for her own little bundle of happiness in the near future. She knew for certain that Félix would be an amazing father.
Their little staring 'match' was broken, when the sound of crippling paper penetrated through the stiff silence.
Everyone turned their eyes to the patriarch of the family. The cold fury that was filled every single pore on his face was as clear as day. No one dared to even breathe in fear that he would snap right then and there.
Gabriel stood up from his seat, the newspapers now nothing but a medium sized ball in his hands.
He turned his back to his family and walked over to the large panoramic window at the end of the dinning room.
He looked out the said window, not even appreciating the amazing view he had had of the city. He was far too busy trying to get a grip on his anger to care about such a trivial thing. He knew that his family was watching him carefully, worried that he might say or do something rash.
He growled quietly at the action. It wasn't him that they should be so worried about. His rebellious son, on the other hand, was.
Oh, when he got his hands on him! Gabriel held back the feral growl in his throat and tried very hard to compose himself.
His son had really crossed the line this time around! He has left him with no choice, but to react and he will personally see to it that his son would never even feel the urge for a woman's touch again by the time he's through with him.
"Nathalie, could you take Liam upstairs to play, please?" The matriarch of the family asked her and her husband's assistant as the said woman walked into the room, knowing all too well that her husband wasn't going to speak about the problem if the little one was still present.
"Certainly, Madame." The tall bluenette woman with some red strands of hair said as she walked over to the youngest member of the Agreste family and picked him up from his seat, the little boy showed no resistance at all as his parents' assistant took him away from his family and lead the way upstairs towards his bedroom.
"What are we going to do now, Gabe?" The beautiful blonde woman turned to her husband, when Nathalie and Liam were no longer in the room.
"What we should have done from the very beginning, send him off to military school." The fashion designer said coldly as he turned back to face his family.
"I doubt that that would have helped, father. If anything, it would have only made things worse." Félix said.
He knew his brother all too well, and sending him off to military school was not going change him one bit.
They would just send him back home before the day even came to an end.
(Although, if Félix were to be completely honest with himself, if his own child acted the way his little brother was currently acting, he too would have sent him off to military school.)
He really hoped that his future children do not turn up like that. This was more than enough for him, thank you very much.
"Then what do you propose we do, Félix? Should we turn a blind eye to this again? Hope that he would for once, grow up and start acting the way that is age appropriate? Let him marry whatever low moral gold-digger or some pathetic prostitute and bring her here. Here, where your mother lives, where Liam will grow up in and where your future children will be born in and grow up in as well!" Gabriel rounded his oldest son, all but hissing at him.
Gabriel's blood boiled at the mere thought of even sharing his home with some...some prostitute.
It was official, his own child was dead-set to send him to his early grave. Gabriel didn't even want to dwell on all the possible future scandals of that character. It would literally kill him. He has more than enough stress to deal with at work, he most certainly doesn't need this on top of everything else as well!
Félix sighed. He knew that this situation was partially his fault too.
He had always been the first to jump to his little brother's defence whenever he did something like this. Always saying that it was just a passing phase, that it would all be over soon, that he would finally find the right girl and settle down.
Yes, he scolds him about his behavior when he went too far. But in the end, Félix would always forgive him and help him out in any way he could. He was still his little brother, after all. He couldn't stay mad at him forever. No matter how hard he tried.
And so, he had half of the blame in this mess and his father will not let him forget it.
"Have nothing to add, son? If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't have anything to add either. This time, we will do things my way." Gabriel said as he threw the newspapers in the fireplace and watched as the paper burned and turned to ash.
Oh, if only it would have been that easy to handle his son's escapades and scandals.
He took a deep breath as he then turned to his wife and said to her, "As soon as Adrien comes home, tell him that I wish to speak to him immediately." With that he walked out of the room and went up to his office in the upper foyer of his home in order to think and calm down.
'Well that could have went a lot better.' Félix thought sarcastically.
He shook his head, already planning to speak with his brother about his behavior the minute he set foot in the house, before sending him off to their father.
He might just get better results than his father, if he tries talking to his brother again. And this time, he might just listen to him, for once in his life.
His resolve only strenghtened at the sight of his mother's tears as his wife comforted her by gently whispering into her ear and wiping her tears away from her beautiful face.
Meanwhile downtown...
"Ow come on, do you really have to go, baby? And, so soon? If you stay for a little while longer, I promise that I will totally make it worth your time." A seductive voice stated proudly as the handsome blond man walked around the room picking up his clothing from the floor and putting them on.
She tried to gain his attention again, but she was ignored once more by the handsome male. Huffing, obviously not used to the fact that she was being ignored like that, the seductress decided to try a new approach.
As the man was buttoning up his long sleeved shirt, a pair of long slender arms wrapped themselves around his narrow waist.
The blond stopped with what he was doing to sigh. He really needed to go and her pressing her breasts against his back was not helping him or his blood pressure at all. Especially, since he can fell her hardening nipples through his thin shirt.
Gently unwrapping her arms, he turned around and pressed a hard kiss onto her already kiss-bruised lips, swallowing up her moan of pleasure right up.
"Sorry gorgeous, but I have to go. But, you can stay for a little while longer if you'd like. And maybe, I'll see you some other time?" He said as he moved away from her to finish his task.
(And, to look for the remaining part of his clothing, since they had been thrown away carelessly last night during their heated action when they came into the hotel bedroom.)
The woman nodded dumbly, not fully being able to think properly from the wonderfully amazing kiss she had just received.
Knowing full well that she wasn't going to convince him to spend a few more hours in her embrace, she threw herself back on the still warm bed and cuddled with the pillows.
As soon as he was done dressing himself up, the blond man turned around to pick up his cell phone and wallet, but was instead met with quite the sight.
The beautiful brunette, he had spent the night with, was laying down on her back in a very provocative pose.
Her long thin legs were bent at the knees with the white sheet wrapped around her hips and waist snuggly, while her upper body remained uncovered for his eyes to feast upon.
Her small, but supple breasts had numerous 'love marks', that he had left last night and not too long ago. Her caramel nipples hardened at the lower temperature in the classy hotel suite that it made him want to just give in and sink his teeth on those mounds once more and suck on those little buds until they soften up again in his hot, needy mouth.
Feeling someones eyes on her, the woman opened her dark chocolate eyes and met the gaze of the emerald orbs that were beginning to darken with lust once more. Something that she had already seen the previous evening and and early in the morning multiple times.
Smirking, thinking that he might have changed his mind after all, she petted the bed in an open invitation for him to come.
She giggled slightly at the doubtful look on his face.
'As if he needs to even think it over.' She petted a little more harshly, now really wanting him to just get over there and to take her again.
Just the thought of him fucking her again, almost made her cum on the spot. She moaned quietly, as she felt the very familiar wetness forming between her rosy folds.
The blond restrained himself from jumping in bed with the American supermodel. He really needed to get going. He couldn't afford being late this time.
So with a control, he didn't know he even had (he was a healthy man after all and he had hormones too), he picked up his remaining items, including the black bag in the trash can near the bed and left the room without even looking back at the woman.
The brunette pouted at the lost chance of another round in bed with the handsome male.
She sighed, throwing herself in bed once more. Drawing the sheets around her naked form, the woman thought whether or not she would even have him in her bed again at all.
'Probably not. If all the rumors I heard about him are true.' She thought as sleep began to creep up on her. After the night and morning she had had, she could use some sleep before leaving the hotel. But she couldn't sleep too long, she had a plane to catch around two.
And the only things that she would take back home with her, would be the memories of the night prior and the early morning she had spent with the blonde man.
'The French really are generous lovers.' That was her final thought as her eyelids closed and Morpheus' spell overtook her at last.
Walking into the golden elevator, he pressed the button that would take him to the ground floor.
On his way down, he felt his cell phone vibrate from within his coat's inner pocket. Looking at the bright screen, he smiled as he saw the caller ID. Swiping his index finger across the screen, he answered the call.
"Hey man! What's up?" He said.
"Hey dude! Where are you? I've been calling you all morning." The voice from the other line asked.
"I'm leaving the hotel." The blond said as he checked his reflection in the mirrors around him. He didn't want to look like a sloth, after all. He had a image to keep up.
He wasn't one of the world's hottest man and Paris' number 1 supermodel for nothing.
"Please, tell me that you didn't forget that you were supposed to meet up with us at the diner downtown." The other man pleaded.
The blond chuckled when his friend's voice reached him.
"No, I didn't forget Nino. Where are you right now?" He asked turning back to the doors of the elevator.
"I'm at Alya's. We're waiting for Chloé and Lila to show up." The man, Nino, said.
"Well, why don't I just come around to pick you all up? I just need to drop by my apartment to shower and change. I'll be there soon." He said.
"Ok, man. We'll wait for you here. Give me a call when you're near."
"I will." The blond said as he made his way to the receptionist desk to pay his bill.
"Ok, dude. And please, don't be late, this time. Trust me, you don't want a hell bent Alya come after you. Especially, today!"
The man chuckled at his friend as he handed his gold master card, winked at the woman behind it flirtatiously and resisted the urge to grin at the sight of her blush on her pale cheeks.
"I won't. Do you guys have that little faith in me?" He asked teasingly. His friends always had a huge tendency to blow things out of proportion.
Alya and Chloé especially. There was no one in the world, who can be both overdramatic (he still refuses to believe that he, too, is overdramatic just like them) and bossy at the same time. They must have been twin sisters or something in their past lives.
"Dude, have you even seen yourself? If a hot chick even glances your way, you turn into this lust-craving beast. Sorry for feeling a little apprehensive about your behavior, dude." Nino retorted.
"Hey now, I'm not that bad! I have control. If I didn't, then you would have heard something you would have never wanted to hear in your entire life. Especially, if I gave into my needs awhile ago." He said as we walked out of the hotel and towards the parking lot.
"TMI, DUDE! And seriously, dude, I'm not even awake enough to have this conversation with you again. So, I'll see you soon, ok?"
"Ok. I'll see you soon. Later, man." With those words he ended the conversation and locked his phone.
As soon as the valet saw the blond man, he ran to get his car. The slick black Ferrari (hehe) seemed to gleam even in total darkness. Starting it up, he drove it to its' owner.
The blond man smiled and gave the older male a few euros. As soon as he got in his car, he strapped himself in and placed the black bag on the seat next to his.
Turning the engine back on, he drove out the hotel's parking lot and drove down the street, soon stopping when the light turned red. Using that time, he reached over and unlocked the glove compartment.
As soon as he did, a small black creature flew right out of it.
"Well, it sure took you long enough, Romeo. If you hadn't came when you did, I would've gotten out on my own." The creature said.
"Good morning to you too, Plagg." He said.
Plagg was a small black cat. If one would take a closer look at him, they would have thought that Plagg was nothing but a cute little kitten (provided that he kept his mouth shut long enough, that is).
He had green sclerae, black slanted eyes like every cat, long black whiskers and a long tail.
The only thing that made Plagg a bit special, was the fact that Plagg was a kwami. A god, better yet. The god of destruction and bad luck.
Plagg was the reason he can transform into Chat Noir, the cat-themed superhero of Paris.
Plagg was also known as the biggest pain in the ass the young man had ever met in his entire life. And being a model, he had met a lot of pains throughout his career. But, it was just better left unsaid. No one in their right mind, would've ever wanted to deal with the tiny cat-like god's bitch fit.
"Where's the cheese, Adrien? Unlike you, some of us need food to satisfy ourselves." He said impatiently as always.
"Plagg, I'm driving here. You know where it is. Just fly over and get it." The blond man, Adrien, said.
Plagg needn't to be told twice as he flew to the back seat and opened the secret compartment that was filled to the brim with his precious Camembert cheese.
Adrien smiled at the little grumpy god. He looked so happy when he ate his cheese. So peaceful and without a care in the world. But then he noticed that something, or rather someone, was missing from this picture.
"Hey Plagg, where's Tikki?" He asked, starting the car's engine again as the light turned yellow.
"She's still in the glove compartment." Plagg answered shortly so that he could go back to eating his food.
"Oh, is she still sleeping?" Adrien asked curiously. Usually, Tikki was always the first one to wake up out of the two.
"Oh, she's awake. She's just really mad at you." He said simply.
"Mad at me? Why?" Adrien asked as he raised a blond eyebrow at that.
"Why don't you ask her yourself, kid?" Plagg said, his tone of voice clearly stating that he doesn't want to talk to him at the moment. He was far too busy eating his precious cheese to care about his sappy drama.
Adrien didn't have the time to retort back, because the light turned green and he would rather avoid getting honked at.
About thirty minutes later, Adrien parked his car in his building's parking lot. Plagg flew into his coat and was soon followed by a small hot pink blur.
Adrien sighed. She must be really upset with him, if she didn't even want to greet him. Picking up the black bag, he got out of his car and lock it. When he entered his penthouse suite, the two blurs got out of his coat.
Plagg flew over to the TV set, turning some random TV show on. While on the other hand, the hot pink blur flew over to the cookie jar in the kitchen.
Adrien threw the black trash bag into the fireplace and watched as the evidence from his sexual escapade with the American supermodel, he couldn't even remember the name of, burn inside the golden yellow and red flames until there was nothing left.
He got up when the bag and its' contents burned. Maybe he was a tad bit paranoid for burning all the used condoms, but with how crazy some women were these days, he rather not take chances.
And since his bad luck more often then not won over his good luck...well, it was always better to be save then sorry as they say. He had seen far too many men getting themselves wrapped up inside these kinds of traps. Married or not.
Adrien walked over to his house phone and deleted all the messages from random women, he didn't even remember giving his number to (pretty certain that he hadn't even given it to anyone, safe for Nino and his family), from the answering machine and saw that his brother had left him a message on it as well.
He didn't even need to hear it to know what the message was about. So, he deleted that one too, opting to send Félix a text message after he met up with his friends. But before that, Adrien walked over to his other kwami, Tikki.
Tikki was Plagg's companion and soulmate. They were always together, and they always worked together as a team.
Tikki, much like Plagg, was a kwami. Only, she looked like a little ladybug and was far more cute, kind and understanding than the grumpy black cat.
Tikki was the goddess of creation and good luck. And the only one, that complements Plagg in every way (hence the whole soulmate ordeal).
He received them both when he was about fourteen years old. That was when the infamous Hawk Moth appeared.
He's a supervillain that attacks Paris on a regular basis in order to obtain his kwamis and his miraculouses (the ring of the Black Cat and the earrings of the Ladybug), by sending out evil butterflies that were tainted with people's negative emotions.
Those evil butterflies are called akumas, and they turn innocent people into evil supervillains that do Hawk Moth's evil bidding.
And ever since then, he used them both in order to subdue the akumatized villains, purify the tainted butterflies and setting things straight in the city once more. He, along side his team, fought against Hawk Moth to save the world from his terror.
But since he was a boy, he choose Plagg's power over Tikki's. There were times when he regretted that decision.
Since he doesn't wear the earrings of the Ladybug, he keeps them save on his person and out of reach. If things got harder for Adrien, or if he couldn't control the power at all, then Tikki would find the perfect miraculous wielder, besides Adrien, to wear Ladybug's miraculous.
So far everything went really well. So, that might not even happen at all. Since it never happened in the past.
"Tikki, come on. You know I don't like it when you're mad at me." Adrien all but pouted at the little goddess.
Tikki turned her dark blue eyes from her cookie to look up at her young charge.
"I'm not mad at you Adrien. I'm just so disappointed at you." She said. Her tone matching her feelings perfectly.
"Well, isn't that the same?" He asked.
"No, it isn't. Adrien, I really don't like the way you treat girls. Some of them may know that you aren't serious about them, but it's still not the right way to treat them. Last year, five of them were akumatized because of your reckless behavior. All because you wanted to sleep with them." She said looking away from the blond model.
"Hey, I didn't sleep with all five of them!" Adrien protested. He is a player and all, but he's not that big of a player. He had some standards!
"The girl that worked in the library that you rejected because she wasn't your 'type', doesn't change the fact that you caused her to become an akuma, Adrien. You hurt her feelings, Adrien." Tikki explained.
The incident was still fresh in her mind. She couldn't remember a time in her life that she had saw someone who was that heartbroken.
Adrien didn't have anything to say to that. Partly, because she was right. And partly, because he doesn't have anything to add to that.
"Not only that, but your parents worry about you. Imagine if your child changed women as if they were socks, then you would've been concerned about your child too. I really hope you learn to respect women a little more and finally find the one that you will actually love. If you even hope to have a happy life with the woman of your dreams, then you should really stop with your womanizing ways. There is no woman in the whole world who would take you seriously, if they saw the amount of women you've been with. And in the end, you will be the one with a broken heart and I for one don't want to be there to see it. You should really think about that sometime, Adrien." Tikki said and flew over to her partner/soulmate.
She wasn't even able to look at him. Tikki loved the boy, she really did. But, there were times where he really tested her patience.
Adrien looked on after her with a slightly hurt expression. Maybe she was right. But how can he even think about settling down, when there were so many women in the world? He never was one to be in a long relationship. All the ones he even had ended in pure disaster. He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to dwell on those kinds of subjects. There was a place he needed to be.
He walked down the hallway and went into his bathroom. After taking his clothes off, he threw them in a basket, leaving them for the old maid to wash and iron later on.
He entered the vast shower stall and turned on the hot water, wanting nothing more but to wash off the scent and the feeling of the thirty-something year old supermodel. As much as she was good in bed, he still didn't want to smell like her.
He washed off the soap from his body, feeling a little bit better (and cleaner). He would never admit out loud, but Tikki's words affected him somewhere deep down and he had trouble relaxing during his shower.
As much as he loved to flirt and have sex with different women, the thought of being left alone to rot forever left a bad taste in his mouth. Especially, when he's surrounded by couples everywhere!
He quickly shook his head before the image could form and appear in his mind.
He pushed away all similar thoughts and feelings and put them on an indefinite hold. They could (and probably would) be examined another time.
Finishing off quickly, he dried himself and went to get dressed. It kept him busy from thinking back on his thoughts from a few moments ago.
He rather not think too much about his personal life. It was a very delicate subject, that was better off left alone.
Adrien put on some dark jeans, a dark gray vest, a white T-shirt, silver dog tags (he got from Nino on his sixteenth birthday) and some dark brown shoes. He looked at his large bed, wanting nothing more but to just throw himself on it and sleep the day away. After his little chat with Tikki, he didn't really want to remember the amount of people whom were disappointed with him.
But, as Nino said, he rather not deal with a hell bent Alya.
That would've been huge ass headache that was better off avoided at all times. It was something Adrien had learned early on, since he had met the hot-headed woman. How his best friend/brother from another mother dealt with half of her bullshit was beyond him.
He called for his kwamis to come to him as he picked up his phone, wallet and car keys, before he headed out.
He got in his favorite car and drove off towards Alya's apartment. As he was driving down the road, Adrien dialed Nino's phone number from his car phone and waited for him to answer.
"Hey dude, you on your way?" Nino asked.
"Yeah man, I'll be there in about ten minutes." Adrien answered as he stopped at the red light.
"Ok, dude. I'll go tell Alya to get ready. FYI dude, there had been a change of plans. Lila will meet us there and Chloé will stop by later on. She has an appointment with her hairstylist. And appearently, she can't miss it for the world. So, it will be just you, me and Alya." Nino stated.
"Ok, man. I'll see you both in five. Be ready, I'll honk you when I get there." Adrien said.
"We're already out of the building, dude. I think I even see you coming down the street, can you see us?" He asked.
Adrien looked a little far ahead and sure enough, there they were.
Nino was waving wildly at him and Adrien laughed at his best friends' wild antics. After all these years, Nino still acted like a child from time to time.
No wonder Alya's a little rough with him. She even decides what he would wear. And most of the time, she picks out the perfect thing for him too. Especially, if they needed to dress formally. If it weren't for Alya, Nino would have worn his track suit to a black-tie event his father held every summer.
(He almost wished Nino had worn what he wanted that day. The look on his father's face would have been priceless!)
Right now, Nino was wearing cream colored shorts and a blue T-shirt with a green turtle on it. Funny, considering that he was the wielder of the Turtle miraculous.
The said miraculous was glinting in the sunlight as he jumped up and down on the pavement, his brown colored sandals clicking against it as he did so.
Alya was standing not too far away from her boyfriend, talking with someone on her phone. She was wearing a white crop top with wine colored leggings that ended right bellow her knees. And on her feet she wore simple black flats.
When she noticed his car nearing them, she turned to wave at him as well. Around her neck, her fox tail necklace shone a little brighter as the stray rays of the sun illuminated the Fox miraculous.
Adrien stopped right in front of them and unlocked the car. As soon as they entered, Alya ended her conversation with whomever she was talking to.
As soon as they sat down (Nino sat in the passenger seat while Alya sat in the back), four blurs flew out of hiding and sat in Alya's lap.
Two of the blurs were obviously Plagg and Tikki. The other two blurs were Alya's and Nino's kwamis.
Alya's kwami was a cute little fox called Trixx. She was the exact same size as Plagg and Tikki and had the exact same shape too, except for the long ears and fluffy tail.
Trixx had bright orange fur and purple eyes and like Tikki, she too was a goddess. The goddess of Illusions and Reality. She enables Alya to transform into Rena Rouge, the fox-themed superheroine of Paris.
Nino's kwami was Wayzz and he was the kwami of the Guardian of the miraculouses (like Nino is right now).
He is a little green turtle, with yellow sclerae and light green eyes. He was the god of Wisdom, Auras and Healing. He enables Nino to transform into Carapace, the turtle-themed superhero of Paris. And his right-hand man.
The kwamis chatted amongst themselves as the humans listened to some music Nino found on the radio station. Well the boys were at least, Alya was too busy texting someone on her phone.
When the light turned red, Alya stopped texting and placed her phone down beside her on the back leather seat. She looked up with a 'no-nonsense' expression on her beautiful face.
Her glasses glinted in the light, making her look a little threatening. The two men felt the dangerous aura radiating from her and glanced behind them to look at the only woman in the car.
Adrien could feel her glare as if it was a physical thing. He didn't know why, but it was as if that look was meant for him. He didn't know what to do. Or better yet, what was safe to do.
Should he say something or just pretend that he hadn't noticed the glare she was sending his way and just drive. Luckily, he didn't have to make a decision nor wait too long for her to speak up.
"Alright, listen here Agreste. I'll be saying this once and only once, so you better listen closely." She hissed in his ear.
The man in question and Nino shared a look of utter fear and terror.
Adrien swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, making his Adam's apple bob, before he turned his head slightly to face Alya's hazel-eyed glare. He could have sworn that he saw little flames burning in them. But, that must've been a trick of the lights. Right?
Alya leaned closer and spoke the most fear inducting threats, they had ever heard. What's worse, the two superheroes knew that she would make do on her threats.
It was safe to say that the car ride was far from pleasent. If Plagg's loud and obnoxious laughter was anything to go by.
"I can't believe that in JUST a few minutes I'll be seeing my BEST FRIEND AGAIN! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaghhh." Alya squealed like a little girl with a silly celebrity crush as they stood in front of a homey-looking diner.
"Why is she making such a big deal about this again?" Adrien asked as he noticed that Alya was all but vibrating on the spot as she looked around for someone to appear seemingly out of nowhere.
Nino's eyes widen and he looked at Adrien as if it should have been obvious why Alya was so anxious in the first place.
"Dude, we're waiting for Mari. Of course, Alya is going to make a big deal out of it." Nino said. He said it in such a way that should practically be expected from Alya.
"I don't remember ever meeting her. Or hearing that name before." Adrien said as he tried to put the face on that name.
"Of course you haven't met her, dude. She left Paris when she was about to turn fifteen. We haven't seen her in person ever since. And Alya misses her like hell. Those two were and still are extremely close. Their friendship was beyond the regular term of BFF." He said.
"Well then, it will be my purrsure to finally meet her." Adrien joked a little with a Chat Noir grin, as he wiggled his blond eyebrows in a flirty manner.
Nino turned to look at him with a horrified expression on his handsome face.
The poor guy's eyes looked as if they were gonna pop out of his head.
"DUDE! Don't you even dare think about it! Alya will kill YOU with her BARE hands!" Nino yelled out.
The mere image of Alya standing over his bro's dead body with a wicked smirk on her face sent shivers up and down his spine because he knew that that would become a reality, if Adrien even dared to try something with her best friend.
Before Adrien could answer back, someone pulled him by the ear. HARD.
Adrien yelped and bent down in order to ease the pain a little. But the person that had a death-grip on his ear wasn't letting it go, at all. And as a cat-themed superhero, his ears are really sensitive. Really really sensitive to kinds of touches!
He turned his head up, so that his teary eyes could see the person assaulting him in such an agressive manner.
He wasn't even surprised to see Alya looking down on him, with a glare that made him want the ground to open up and swallow him whole in order to avoid those blazing eyes filled with quiet fury.
(A fury she wasn't even bothering to hide. Because Alya had every intention of releasing it.)
The fact that she was wearing glasses, only made her glare all the more frightening. She put his own father's angry and disapproving glare to shame. And that's a feat in itself!
"We have a few minutes before she meets up with us. So, let's recap on what we talked about in the car, Agreste." Alya said as she gripped his ear harder, making the said blond man cry out in pain.
"Now, Agreste, my best friend is not..." Alya left out the answer to that, hoping for his sake, he would continue the rest of the sentence.
"...a slut, a whore, a prostitute and/or any kind of woman I have ever been with and had crazy sex with. She deserves my uttermost respect and if I even look at her in the wrong way, I'll become road-kill." He answered from his position on the ground, his voice thick with pain and fear.
"Good kitty!" Alya praised mockingly still not letting him up, she added, "Now, if you even think about putting your manwhorish hands anywhere near my BEST FRIEND..." she hissed as she gripped his ear harder, "...then I will personally skin you alive, slowly AND very painfully, leaving only your 'precious' area untouched. And while you're groaning in pain on the ground all bloody, I'll rip your overly popular and overworking dick out and I'll shove it down your throat, so that not only you can have a taste of yourself, but also to stifle your screams when I SET YOUR FUCKING BALLS ON FIRE. So, you will keep your hands to yourself. Do I make myself clear, Agreste?" She asked, squeezing his ear once again.
"YES, MA'AM!" The poor blond model yelled out. His ear was killing him. If Alya doesn't let go of it, he's going to start yowling.
"Good." And she released him with those words.
Adrien jumped up as soon as she released his poor ear. He rubbed it a bit in order to get the blood flow pumping back into it.
Adrien can feel his ear ring and throb with pain. Now, if he had chosen Tikki, his ear would have been hurting like hell! Especially, because those earrings aren't your everyday earrings.
Before he could even form a coherent thought, he felt a soft, warm body bump into his from behind.
Turning around to see who had bumped into him, Adrien's emerald eyes met up with a pair of the most beautiful and the most heavenly sapphire blue eyes he had ever seen in his entire life.
The End of Chapter 1
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