A pair of bright blue eyes searched the landscape. She held her Lucky Charm in her palm, and items lit up as a plan formed in her mind. She grinned and grabbed the attention of the villain Decodemon, a poor woman who got akumatized when her boss sent her home for going overboard on holiday decorations. She'd worked hard to make her office look good, and her boss reacted angrily and sent her home. Now she was spraying the town with streamers and turning people into paper chains.

The villain looked at her and growled, lunging after her with a giant pair of scissors. She held the lucky charm in her hands, and prepared to move around her, when the scissor blade caught her side. She gasped and bit her lip, and fell to the ground.

Chat Noir felt like he was watching things in slow motion as the blade caught her side and blood spilled out. He gasped and ran to catch her as she fell, cradling her in his arms.

"My lady! Are you okay?!" He asked, putting a hand on the side of her face. There was genuine fear in his eyes. Ladybug scoffed, and sat up.

"I'm fine! Go! Go!" She said, waving him off. He seemed to be brought back to the present and he nodded firmly, and he pounced at her, grabbing the hairpin holding her hair up.

"Ladybug!" He shouted. She caught it and dropped it, then pulled out her yoyo. She held her side with one arm, then captured the butterfly in it, then released it, cleansed and purified.

She leaned against the wall she was sitting against and sighed heavily, biting her lip. Chat Noir appeared at her side and let his hands hover over the wound. She sat up and shook her head.

"I'll be fine, but- urg, I need to go, my time's almost up." She said. He nodded and scooped her up, then ran to a back alley. It was empty and clean looking, and he set her down gently.

The way he looked at her was strange, like there were many things in that moment he wanted to do. Which was exactly what was going on in his head. He wanted to plant kisses on her head and cheeks and assure her she was gonna be okay. He wanted to sit with her while she transformed back to her normal self, and see who she was, and get her the help she needed. But no, he couldn't. Not until he was sure she would return those feelings. So instead, he pat her shoulder and gave her a soft smile.

"You'll pull through, my lady." He said. He stood and began to walk away, and was almost out of the alley when he heard her transform back to her normal self. He froze, and Marinette froze as well, staring at his back. She gulped, and waited for him to turn around. But no. Chat noir stood there, frozen in place, then let his head fall, closed his eyes, and ran out of the alley down the street.

Marinette let out a breath, and leaned her head against the wall. Tikki rested on her knee, and slid down to look at the wound.

"Oh, Marinette... You have to be more careful! This could have been really bad... it doesn't look serious, just that she seemed to have nicked a vein, so it bled a lot. It looks worse than it is. You can't go home like this.." She said, looking up at her. Marinette sighed and nodded.

"I know, Tikki.." She said. She sat up and held her side, looking around for any option. "Mom and dad aren't home, anyways. Date night, they leave early. I could sneak in, then just clean the wound and bandage it. They would never know." She said. Tikki nodded, and hopped into her purse.

"Let's go, Marinette."

Once she got home, she race up to her bathroom. Luckily, the blood didn't dip, and her over-shirt covered the slowly growing bloody spot on her shirt. She quickly grabbed a clean one, and looked up how to get blood out of clothing. Then she ran to the bathroom, pulling off her shirt. She let the bloody one soak in the sink, filled with cold water, then turned on her shower.

From under her cabinet, she produced a bottle of peroxide, a large, fluffy towel for after her shower, and three small wash cloths. She undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the blood run off her side. She pressed the first towel to her side to stop the bleeding. The second was soaked in the peroxide. She looked at the towel, and it stared back ominously. She shoved the third cloth into her mouth, and pressed the peroxide one on the cut. Biting down hard, she let tears leak out of her eyes and mix with the drip of the shower as her side stung with the ferocity of ten hot knives twisting and turning. The sting slowly faded, and she relaxed. She spit the first towel into the tub, then rinsed the second and third one clean. Now that her wound was clean and disinfected, she could relax in the warm shower. The water dripped down her sides and her hair, and she felt like the entire day just washed away.

Once she was out of the shower, and her shirt moved to a bowl of cold water hidden in her closet, she sat on her bed in pajamas. It was still light out, but she was tired out of her mind. Her thoughts began to drift over to Chat Noir. Why did he stop when she transformed back to herself? More importantly... why didn't he look? Why didn't he turn and see her true face? She pondered these questions for a while, laying silently on her bed. Soon enough, she was dreaming of Chat Noir, though she didn't remember falling asleep.

Adrien paced his room anxiously, fingers steepled over his mouth and nose like he was praying. Plagg watched him, reclined back, and with a piece of cheese in his hand.

"Adrien, what's wrong? Why are you so nervous?" He asked, following the boy with his eyes.

"I'm worried about Ladybug, Plagg... What if it's bad? What if she's dying?!" he asked, stopping to look at the small kwami. He shook his head and resumed his pacing, one hand on his hip, and one holding his chin thoughtfully.

"Uh... you know you could have stayed, right?" Plagg said, shoving the rest of the cheese into his mouth. Adrien shook his head.

"No... I couldn't. I need to respect that she didn't want me to see. And trust me, I considered turning around, to see her beautiful face, her true face... but if she doesn't want me to know.. who am I to force her to reveal that secret?" He said. He sat on his bed and put his hand under his pillow, then slid it out. In his hand was a photo of Ladybug from Alya's blog. Adrien smiled sadly as he gazed upon it, and sighed.

"I'll know soon enough if she's alright. Trouble seems to be about every hour these days." He said with a sigh. Plagg shrugged and yawned.

"Whatever you say, Noir." and with that, the tiny black kwami curled up, and fell asleep.

Yes, I had another story under this name, but I decided this story better fit the bill.

For those of you wondering, Je n'y vois que du feu is a french term that doesnt have a direct translation. However, the best representation is Ladybug and Chat Noir, and it roughly means "to have something so obvious happen in front of you that you miss it" such as, Chat being Adrien, and Marinette being Ladybug. It's so painfully obvious, they just absolutely miss it.

This should go on for no more than about ten chapters, I would say. It's gonna be kinda long, but if you can't tell, I like long stories. I love being sucked in, and the development of characters over a long period of time. I had this idea earlier, and I just had to share it. I really hope you all enjoy, This is my first Ladybug story! I'm hoping this gains some attention, and i'll be writing more as soon as I can. Bye for now, lovlies!