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"Hush mon chaton,
Mother's got you,
Your soulmate will come,
And make your dreams come true.
The tattoo on your arm
Makes it clear to see,
That someone loves you,
And it's not just me.
Hush mon chaton,
Mother's got you,
Your soulmate will come
And make your dreams come true"
Adrien's mother smiled as she laid her baby in his cradle. She brushed his golden locks from his emerald eyes and placed a kiss on his forehead. Inspecting the small marking on his arm, she sighed contently, knowing that her little minou will one day have his true love. Baby Adrien slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering like little black butterflies over his flawless face. She kissed his forehead once more, and left the room.
And his life.
- 16 YEARS LATER -
Adrien, now 18 years of age, awoke suddenly. Another nightmare about losing his mother. It's bad enough that the nightmare came true all those years ago, but reliving it every night seemed harsh. He hated reimagining the life draining from his mother's warm, forgiving eyes, leaving a stone cold corpse behind. He hated knowing it was true, knowing he was powerless to stop it. He hated himself.
After washing his face in the basin, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He grabbed a towel and dried his face, his eyes never looking away from his reflection. He looked at himself stonily. A black etching on his skin caught his eye.
His tattoo.
He remembered the rhyme his mother always sang to him. Before, his tattoo was just an etching of black on his skin, but now, he could see a clear pattern was forming. It was what looked like a vine. It wasn't very decorated, but he loved that it connected him to someone. Someone, whom he hoped would make him happy again.
Pushing this thought aside, he decided it would be best to concentrate on one day at a time, rather than the future. He brushed his teeth and combed his hair as usual. His clothes, which were picked out for him by his father's assistant Nathalie, consisted of some light blue jeans, a black fitted tee with 3 horizontal stripes across the chest-one yellow, one blue, and one green-, and an orange jacket chosen from his father's fashion line. He preferred his white one, but his father disagreed and suggested he try his newest designs.
He couldn't argue with father.
Adrien solemnly trudged downstairs, his head hanging low, when a certain tall thin figure appeared in front of him.
"Nathalie." He acknowledged.
"Adrien." She replied. Nathalie was dressed head to toe in formal attire. Her fitted deep purple blazer with a dark grey rim blended nicely with her black pinstriped trousers. She had a red turtleneck underneath her blazer, and one could almost see a little ladybug sitting in the collar. But she wouldn't want anyone to notice that.
Her makeup was a natural shade, but she had lilac eyeshadow to compliment her eggplant-shaded jacket. Her glasses sat snugly on the ridge of her nose, as she rarely fixed their placing to assist her eyesight. It was almost as if the red-rimmed glasses were there for decoration, rather than utilization.
Her posture was rather excellent, and she always seemed to look down on others. Whether that was because of her attitude or her height remained a mystery.
"Breakfast is on the table." she spoke at last, with utter sincerity and formality. Adrien nodded in response. Speaking to her was always an uncomfortable affair.
Rather than sitting at the head of the table - where he usually sat - he decided to sit on one of the seats along the side, which clearly agitated Nathalie. He ate his breakfast in silence as he was told his schedule for the day.
Shortly after breakfast, the limo arrived to take him to school. His Chauffeur, the Gorilla, grunted as he opened the door for Adrien. The boy knew this was his way of greeting him, so he nodded in response then climbed in. Jagged Stone's latest album was playing, and Adrien tapped his finger on his knee to the beat. Looking out the window, he was reminded why he loved Paris so much, and how sad it was to leave. As time passed, his view changed from the Eiffel Tower, to the Louvre, to a farm, a lovely park, to the airport. His time had come.
He's going to find his soulmate.
Author's Note: EEEK I'M REALLY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS STORY! Please review, like and follow if you want to read more! Eek i'm so happy! A day full of writer's block and suddenly this amazing idea appears out of no where and EEK i'm so excited! Sorry this chapter is so short, it's sort of just the backstory c:
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