Hoi! Back at it again with anotheeerrrrr... CHAPTER! ...of this Fanfiction! (Excuse my bad blogging skills) Anyway, I have brought another slice of this maybe-delicious cake for all you marichat shippers. This one's gonna be in Chat's perspective because it's kinda hard to write in the POV of someone who's knocked out half the time. Like before: PLEASE review. I'd like some ideas :3 Anywhoo, hope you like this part!

~LadyArtzy

~ Chat Noir's POV ~

"Marinette!" Chat cried as he dove for the raven-haired girl who passed out and was dropping face first. He caught her seconds before she would have face-planted upon her hard wood floor. Just by looking at his princess, he could clearly tell she was running a high fever. Marinette's breathing came out in short, stuttering gasps and her face was hot and bright red. A light sheen of sweat was already forming on her forehead.

"Perfectly fine, huh, princess?" Chat snorted. He carried Marinette bridal style towards the chaise in the corner and lay her down gently, making sure her head was comfortably rested upon the fluffy pink pillows. Rummaging through the young fashion designer's emergency drawers, he came across a thermometer which he promptly turned on and plopped into the girl's mouth. Then, he sat in Marinette's desk chair to wait, watching her breathing carefully.

Chat blamed himself that Marinette had gotten sick. If only he had somehow kept her warmer and more sheltered, the rain wouldn't have been able to get at her. Suddenly, he noticed the dripping ends of Marinette's dark strands of hair and her drenched clothes. His princess wouldn't be able to get better if she was cold and wet! Chat looked through Marinette's closet hoping to find something warmer for her to wear. He grabbed a towel and had taken a soft, woolen sweater when he heard the thermometer beep in resolution.

Placing the sweater on the designer's desk, Chat treaded carefully over to Marinette and removed the thermometer from her mouth. He looked at the digital screen which read 102.9 F°. Chat sucked in a long breath, his princess really was sick. Grabbing the rest of her clothes, Chat toweled off Marinette's wet hair and covered her with a blanket. Working quickly, Chat's hands felt his way under the blankets and he quickly undressed and redressed Marinette, making sure there was as little skin contact as possible with his face flushing all the while through. Throwing the wet clothing into the laundry basket, Chat made his way downstairs to make his princess some soup.

In the kitchen, Chat looked through the cabinets for some easy preparation soup, for he had never really been taught how to cook before. He felt bad he couldn't make something better for Marinette. He found a can of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup and poured it in a pot, turning the stove on and leaning against the kitchen counter. Suddenly, he heard his miraculous beep; a warning to signal he would transform back soon. He looked at his ring, seeing that he had two pads left on the luminous green paw. Well, Chat sighed, better safe than sorry when it comes to Marinette.

"Claws in." Chat stated, as a bright flash of green light enveloped his entire body, leaving Adrien standing in Chat Noir's place. Plagg floated up next to Adrien's face, whining loudly. "Adrieeeen, I need cheeeeese!" Adrien shot his kwami a dirty look, shushing him quickly. "Be quiet, Plagg! Marinette's still resting upstairs!" Wondering where the Dupain-Chengs stored their cheese, Adrien went out front and checked the display case filled with delectable, mouth-watering confections, remembering he had once bought a cheese pastry from the bakery. He took one cheese puff pastry out, knowing it would sustain his needy kwami for the time being. Adrien left the appropriate amount of cash under the tips jar and returned to the kitchen where the soup was just beginning to bubble.

Handing the pastry to Plagg, who promptly stuffed the entire puff into his mouth and was crunching loudly, Adrien took out a bowl and filled it nearly to the brim with the steaming soup, inhaling its savory aroma. Taking a spoon, he placed it on a tray along with the soup, a napkin, and a glass of water. Checking to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything he might need, Adrien decided he'd go and ask his princess where the medicine was.

The golden-haired boy turned to his kwami, who had been watching him uninterestedly. Plagg yawned, "Remind me why we have to stay again?"

Adrien huffed at his lazy kwami, "I'm doing this because Marinette is my friend." He smiled fondly at this. "And I'm worried about her." Adrien added, eyeing Plagg, who was floating around sniffing for cheese. The model smirked before calling out, "Plagg, claws in!" The black kwami was sucked into the ring on Adrien's finger, shrieking comically, "I wasn't reeeaadd-"

Once again as Chat Noir, the superhero took the tray and bounded up the stairs to where his princess lay. When he got into her room, he placed the tray on the small table next to the chaise and shook Marinette's shoulder gently.

"Mari! Wake up, I've got something for you!" Chat whispered, watching Marinette sleep peacefully with dark, wavy hair framing her face. For once in quite a while, Chat finally had the chance to see his princess's hair let out from her trade-mark twin pig-tails. Marinette turned her head sleepily and whined softly before her eyes fluttered open. Taken aback, Chat stared into her deep, mesmerizing bluebell eyes, his breath leaving him in a gasp as her gaze captivated him, dragging him down deeper than he had ever fallen before. What is this? Chat wondered. No, it's not possible for me to have feelings for Marinette. Ladybug is the only person I'll love… her soft raven hair, her sweet, tinkling laugh, her gorgeous, bluebell… eyes… Marinette's eyes…

"Kitty, are you okay?" Marinette breathed, her sweet scent hitting Chat's nose. Chat blinked and snapped out of his stupor, noticing the blossoming red blush forming on his princess's face. A wicked idea started to form in Chat's mind. Acting purely on instinct, Chat smirked, wanting to find out how much his princess could take; how much the blush would spread. He leaned in close to Marinette's ear, and spoke in a low, sexy voice, "Marinette…"

"Y-yes?" Marinette squeaked. Chat chuckled lowly and pulled away, tucking a strand of raven hair behind his princess's ear. Marinette's skin was flushed completely now, and Chat trailed the delicious shade of red down to the curve of Marinette's sweater. Chat, what are you doing? He scolded himself mentally. Don't creep her out, she's still sick!

Clearing his throat, Chat Noir stepped away from his blushing princess, and handed the tray to her. "While you were out sick, I decided to make you a little something," Chat smiled, and took in Marinette's expression. Her big, sparkling eyes had somehow grown impossibly wider, the dark, long lashes framing the doe eyes in such an innocent way. Her lips had curved into a surprised "o" shape, the plump, pink lips parted so attractively Chat couldn't help but let his eyes linger for more than just a second.

"Chat, that's so sweet of you!" Marinette gasped, seeming incredibly touched by the gesture. Chat Noir smiled absently and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, a habit that his alter-counterpart, Adrien, was prone to doing when nervous. "It was nothing, really, princess. You were feeling unwell, so I wanted to take care of you."

"Thanks, kitty." Marinette smiled sweetly at him, and grabbed at her soup, seemingly hungry. Chat sat back on the pink swivel desk chair, gazing at his princess as she drank up the warm soup. He laughed to himself, slightly relieved that Marinette hadn't yet noticed she was in a different outfit than before. Once Marinette finished her soup, Chat Noir took the tray away from her. "Feeling better?" He asked softly, noticing that Marinette's eyelids were fighting to keep open.

"Yes, thank you, Chat Noir." Marinette yawned. Again, Chat's eyes were drawn towards Marinette's soft, perfect lips, making him wonder what it would be like to kiss those perfectly plump lips, how it would feel to have her body pressed against his… STOP. Stop thinking like that, Chat growled in his mind. It's absolutely filthy to think of your classmate in that way! Suddenly, Marinette bloted upright in her chaise, startling Chat, who nearly fell off the chair.

"Princess, you need to rest!" Chat exclaimed, trying to push Marinette back onto her chaise. Marinette protested a little before finally complying and sinking back onto her pillows.

"What was that about?" Chat asked, curious to his Princess's strange behavior. "O-oh, I um… I just remembered that… I forgot about your reward!" Marinette stammered, her voice sounding strangely strangled.

"I'm touched you remembered about that, purr-incess, but it's really not important right now," Chat assured her cheekily, still questioning Marinette's true reason. Obviously, it wasn't the reward that Marinette was worried about, and frankly, Chat didn't care about the reward either when compared to his sick princess. If there was anything he could do, he wanted to help as much as he could. Chat was unfamiliar with feeling so protective about anything except when it came to Ladybug. Why was it different now when it came to his sweet and shy classmate? "Tell me what you need, Marinette. You shouldn't stress yourself." Chat prodded.

"N-no, but thanks kitty. It's nothing. I'll take care of it later." Marinette bobbed her head nervously, subconsciously eyeing her purse that had been put on the desk.

"Okay, princess. You'll tell me if you need anything, won't you?" Chat pressed. Marinette nodded her consent. Sighing, Chat lifted himself up from the chair, took the tray, and went downstairs to clean up. He did the dishes with minimal problems (the only nuisance was that he couldn't figure out how much dish soap to use) and returned to Marinette's room to find his princess fast asleep on the chaise. Chat was pulling a blanket over Marinette's shoulders to keep her warm when he heard the lock on the door downstairs turn and Marinette's parents enter the home.

"Marinette?" Marinette's mother called up the stairs, "Are you up there?" Marinette's father spoke in his booming, jovial voice, "Why, Sabine! I'd hope she is! The storm out there is pretty bad."

Chat could hear their footsteps coming up the stairs, so he quickly pounced out the window and onto Marinette's balcony. From there, he could see Tom and Sabine enter Marinette's room to check on their daughter. Catapulting himself away from the bakery with his baton, Chat maneuvered himself towards his favorite thinking place to clear his mind. He landed on the Eiffel Tower, his favorite spot in all of Paris to sit down and relax.

Despite the pouring rain, the famous landmark was still welcoming to Chat's tired mind. Finally, he could let himself reflect and think of the reason he had even come out into the storm in the first place. But under the shelter of a long, thick beam, the only thing Chat could think of was his princess. Her sweet, gentle nature, and her shining, beautiful eyes. Chat sighed and looked up towards the cloudy sky. Was it possible he was falling for his princess?

Were the lovey-dovey parts accurate? It felt awkward writing some of it... don't wanna go too overboard with it~ but I bet it'll get easier. Once again, I apologize for the choppiness of my writing; still working on it! Does anyone know the appropriate way to separate chunks in writing? Like where should I end one section and start another? With every dialogue? REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW~ Okay I sound needy now...

~LadyArtzy