A/N: Hey! Sorry, this is our first fanfiction, reviews are appreciated. Please point out errors for us!
It was just a usual day for me. Wake up, go for my usual 5am run, come home, eat breakfast. One bowl of muesli, mixed with chopped up bananas and strawberry yoghurt, after all I have to keep healthy for my, um, side job. Then, I help out at my parent's bakery before grabbing a few treats for Alya and heading out to the local college.
I was walking out of my physics exam and checking my messages on my phone. A message from Tikki, my advisor. It has details about a new target, a blonde model from downtown Paris, as well as a picture and some intel on where to find him, and when.
As I walk home, and look up in wonder at the colour of the sky. Fading orange and pink hues. Paris can really be beautiful sometimes, can't it? But I do dream of getting out of this business, and doing something like living in a peaceful countryside. I knew this was a fantasy, but, I couldn't help it.
Reaching my house, I walk in the large front door and throw all my items onto my single bed, before proceeding through to the shed. I need to pick out some last minute weapons for tonight. I scan my options. Should I take the knife, or the daggers? How about a sniper? Nah, feel like getting up close and personal tonight. That's the upside to working in this business, you can always take your anger out on someone.
I wonder if Chat has been assigned the same target as me tonight… That is, Chat Noir, my partner. He gets assigned his own missions, but most of the time we get paired together. They call us the "Kwami's", which is Japanese for the "Gods". That annoying cat is always making terrible puns, and being completely flirty, I'm honestly surprised he manages to keep his sense of humour, seeing the job he does. He does sometimes prove to be useful though.
I decide on the throwing knives, which are two identical daggers, but the one I like the best is the one that fits perfectly into my right hand. I've had it since I was a child. I etched my initials into the handle when I was seven, thinking that even though it was designed to be used, it'd just be a decoration. Huh. Funny how things work out.
I take my sweet time getting into my disguise- a deep cherry red leather with black rectangular sections along the shoulders and lace up leather boots. As well as a fabric mask that fits perfectly onto my face. That too is a deep red, with black edging.
I call Chat using my cell phone, untraceable, of course. He picks up instantly, "How purrfect for you to call me on this fine afternoon, M'lady." I decide to ignore his awful pun, and continue.
"Have you been assigned to help me out tonight, Chat?"
"Oui, bugaboo." He flirts.
"How are you feeling, then? I wanna get up close this time." I inform him.
"Not too bad, M'lady. Thanks for asking. What about you?"
"Enough talk, I'm fine." I snap. He hums like he knows not to argue.
"Who have we been assigned to take out tonight?" He questions.
"Some rich boy model called Adrien Agreste who lives downtown." I say carelessly, picking at my cuticles, not catching on of how badly this wording would affect my partner in crime. All that I hear over the phone is Chat's silence, and static. "Chat? Hello?" I ask in annoyance.
"Are you sure its him, Bugaboo?" He says in nothing but a whisper, audible fear in his voice.
"Uh, yeah? Is something wrong, Chat?" I wonder. If he is out of the game, that will make this job a whole lot harder.
"Nothing, Bugaboo," he dismisses. "What's the plan?"
*Time skip*
We had organised a rendezvous point, outside the Agreste mansion, on a balcony across from the second storey. I check my phone, and see that it's a little past our scheduled meeting time. Where is he? He should have been here ten minutes ago. Another fifteen minutes' meander through, and there's still no sign of Chat. I'm getting worried that he's not gonna show.
I glance up at the grey, overcast sky, trying to guess when it'll start raining. My red and black leather suit rubbing against my skin as I pace back and forth.
At the moment I'm hidden away from onlookers below behind a thick edging of house plants. Too bad I hadn't chosen a sniper this time, it'll be much harder to infiltrate this guy's house without any guns.
I look down to my measly looking throwing knives, and pass the time aiming them at a bandanas tree. I remember my training well.
That stupid alley cat. He still isn't here. I'll guess I'll try without him. I can think fast on my feet. I just hope this doesn't end badly.
I look over to the building, and jump from the balcony I'm on onto one of the levels of the roof.
It's about 8 o'clock, meaning it isn't really dark yet. I walk over to the window I have discovered leads into my targets bedroom. It's small, but not too small for me. I shimmy my way through, the leather suit making it easier to move around.
I look up, and see this "Agreste" dude pacing backwards and forwards, almost like he's waiting for something. I slip inside impulsively without him noticing, but unfortunately for me, he's not the only one in there. There are two large men standing on the inside of his door, and they immediately notice that I'm here. They explode into action, yelling things at the blonde model across the room.
"AGRESTE, GET OUT!" One booms at him.
"MOVE, BOY!" The other yells. He turns and sprints over.
"NO!" Agreste screams, just as I throw my dagger at the bodyguard who came after me. I silently curse myself as the bodyguard falls to the ground, those guys aren't my target. His blood pools around his now lifeless body, and I don't give it a second thought.
His buddy charges at me, and I take my defensive stance. This guy is much larger than me, which means he's going on the defensive today. I slip around him silently, and slit his throat with ease. I place my feet on his back as he screams in pain, his blood trailing on my fingers. I jump off him, grabbing onto an overhead beam and swinging off it to get to the other side of the room. I land with a jarring pain up my legs, but push the pain away.
Perfect. I'm getting an adrenaline rush now. I grin without meaning to, and lunge at the now closest bodyguard. I take down four of the now seven men in the room, leaving the three largest for last. This'll be fun…
I reach for my other knife, just as the stupid model jumps right in front of me, his arms spread outwards like Jesus on the cross, his feet planted firmly at shoulder width apart.
"Run!" He yells at me, and his bodyguards are screaming and trying to get past him. This would be the perfect time to kill this guy and run. His back is turned to me; he would never see it coming.
Just before I draw my favourite dagger, he turns and looks over his shoulder, his green eyes ablaze, staring at me with determination. "Quickly, get out of here!" Agreste yells at me, some urgency and, something else, lacing his voice.
I take a glance at the carnage in front of me, and my frenzy stops. I was high with power, drunk with my own ability. I don't wait to be asked a second time, and quickly run over to the window, taking a look back over my shoulder before I leap out.
The guards have already moved that idiot out of the way, and I realise he only bought me a few more seconds. They are running straight after me now, and the Agreste guy is yelling for me to leave while I still can. Who is this guy? I think, before launching myself out into the now dark night, but as I do so, I notice one of the bodyguards reaching out for me as I go. He grabs at my small waist, but manages to grapple at one of my daggers still in its sheath on my belt.
As I run away, I check which knife that guy snagged as I was leaping out the window. My favourite one. That asshole has my favourite dagger.