I'm sorry this chapter is short, it's all I could come up with. Plus Marinette meets Riff Tide(a.k.a. Luka)


Chapter 3

Unexpected Meeting

Later that night, Marinette stands on the bridge outside of the town that when crossed, you're heading in the direction of the church and the dark woods. Right now she stands right in the middle of it, her back leaning against the stone railing, gazing up at the full moon and the countless stars spread all over the black sky.

Lowering her gaze from the night sky above, Marinette takes out the white rose Adrien had given her earlier. One look at the beautiful flower caused her to let out a sigh. "Oh, Adrien, he must feel that I'm an idiot. Could this day get any worse?"

Wanting to be left alone where no one can see her , as she can already hear Andre announce what had happened during the rehearsal, Marinette crosses to the other side and makes her way into the woods. "This shouldn't be so hard. They're just vows. With this hand, I will take your wine." Thinking that is not right, Marinette sighs and continues on through the woods.

"With this hand, I will cut…" she stops herself and the thought, shaking that thought out of her head.

Stopping in front of one peculiar tree, Marinette tries again. "With this candle, I will…" but her mind goes completely blank. Just as she is about to give up, Marinette gently holds the rose and smells its sweet aroma, thinking strongly about Adrien.

Now with determination and a clear head, Marinette tries again, this time pretending that Adrien is there with her to say the vows to. "With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup shall never empty for I shall be your wine. With this candle I will light your way in darkness. I then ask of you to make me yours."

It had come out so perfectly. But then something felt different with the air and her surroundings as the night grows slightly dark as clouds cover the moon. Suddenly, she hears a guitar being played right behind her. Turning around as the clouds depart, Marinette is met with an unexpected sight. Leaning against the base of the tree stood a boy just a little older than her, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, his hair dyed in a Caribbean blue, his skin a pale gray color, black markings around his eyes like eyeliner and black streaks running down his cheeks, wearing a rockstar one-piece outfit consisting of a black trench coat with the inside Caribbean blue with white waves at the tip of the trenchcoat and a picture of a white heart with one thin line going right down the middle of the heart and a wave movement of the heart on his chest, the long sleeves going from black to Caribbean blue with wave patterns on his upper arms and wrists, black pants, Caribbean blue boots with white at the toe and thighs, and in his arms is an electric white, blue and black guitar as he plays a slow, yet very deep tune.

His music somehow captivating her, however as the song ends realization strikes her like a flash of lightning once she sees a particular mark on the side of his neck underneath the collar of his trenchcoat just as soon as the boy opens his eyes to reveal a pair of bright blue eyes, full of nothing but deep sadness, Marinette realizes that he is an Akumatized victim. In fear of the influence affecting her, Marinette runs out the area and hurries back to town.

As she ran, Marinette could hear the boy following her, just in a casual way. With each time she had checked behind her only to see him still following her, Marinette trips over a small rock, causing her to collapse. As she collects herself, Marinette lets out a small gasp when she sees the boy still there, his eyes full of concern for her. Watching as he approaches her, the boy holds out his hand to help her up. But she quickly scampers back onto her feet and takes off, out of the woods. As she hurries to cross the bridge, Marinette checks behind her to see that he is no longer following her. Releasing a sigh, Marinette turns to start heading home only to find the boy right behind her.

Now cornered, Marinette freezes where she stands as he then holds her in a gentle embrace. "You may kiss the bride." a voice all of a sudden echos on the wind as the boy leans in and gives her a wedding kiss. This being her first kiss, Marinette all of a sudden felt limp and everything became dark as she faints.

The girl now going limp as a doll in his arms, the boy lifts her so he now holds her bridal style. Making certain that no one is watching, the boy leaves the bridge and disappears into the woods, Marinette secured in his arms.


BTW, credit for Riff Tide goes to papyarts over at Tumblr. I'm not an art thief after all.