A Ninjas Identity

for the secret quartet prompts, could you write Marinette figuring out that Randy is the Ninja?


Marinette prided herself on being smart.

She might not have been a genius like Max who had skipped a grade, and all reasonable thought went out of the window when Adrien came within ten feet, but she was smart.

Which was why she found it odd that Adrien suddenly started hanging out with three Americans.

It wasn't like he ditched Nino. The young DJ seemed to like hanging around them just as much as Adrien did.

A lot of the class could be found ogling the foreign boys. Mostly because of how odd they looked.

Between naturally purple hair, blue eyes so bright they seemed to glow, and teeth that look like more like fangs when he smiled; they were defiantly an odd group to look at. But to the high schoolers, it was so INTERESTING. And then knowing a famous model only sky-rocketed their popularity.

Marinette and Alya had never gotten around to actually talking to them yet. So Nino managed to persuade Adrien for them all to go to the nearby arcade. Alya was off the rails excited about meeting the Americans and Marinette was feeling faint at the thought of spending time with Adrien. (So what if there was going to be five other people, she was still going to be with ADRIEN!)

After a short deal out about what she was going to wear, an consoling from both Tikki and Alya, and fifteen minutes of pepping herself up in the mirror; Marinette and Alya were on their way to meet the boys at the arcade.

"So! What do you think of them?" Alya asked excitedly as they walked.

"Think of who?"

Alya nudged her, "The Americans! Who else?"

Marinette smiled at her friend's enthusiasm, "We haven't even met them yet, Alya."

"I know! Why hasn't Nino brought the four of them over yet? I can't wait to meet them! The only other American I've ever met was my mom's friend's cousin's sister's husband Mike! He was so weird."

Marinette listened to Alya's description of the weird Mike, nodding and and agreeing when it was required.

They really weren't expecting to be plowed over by someone.

"Sorry sorry!" Hands helped the dizzy girls up before the could comprehend who exactly helped them. "That was totally wonk. I don't know what the juice I was doing. Oh my ninja I'm so sorry! You guys alright?"

Marinette frowned, the voice sounding way too familiar. She looked up to see the purple haired American rubbing his head sheepishly and still apologizing.

Alya finally waved off apologies. "Hey! It's fine alright. You're one of Adrien's American friends right? I'm Alya." She stuck out her hand in an American greeting.

"Oh!" He shook her head and smiled, "I'm Randy Cunningham. The absolute brucest person you will ever meet."

He turned to Marintte. "And who are you?"

Marinette gaped at him.

Randy continued to smile at her, but sent a questioning look to Alya. The blogger nudged her frozen friend.

"Uh, Marinette!" She finally squeaked out. "But look at the time I think Mama is calling me back and you know traffic with pollution and all gotta go!"

Marinette turned around and took off in the direction they came from. Mental gears turned in her head and she ignored Alya's confused shouts.

She turned a couple times before throwing herself in an alley. Tikki flew out of her purse.

"What was that, Marinette?"

The girl slid down the wall with a groan. "You know those friends Chat introduced me to yesterday?"

The red kwami nodded, not quite sure where this was going.

"The ninja that I met? Ninja of Norrisville?"

"Yeah but I'm still not sure what they have to do with your freak out."

Marinette let her head fall onto her knees. "Randy is the ninja."

Tikki floated for a minute, processing the information. "And how do you know?"

Marinette started ticking the reasons off her fingers. "He's American, the way he talks, his voice, his eyes! It's not all a big coincidence!"

Tikki rolled her eyes, "She can figure that out but she can't figure out Chat's identity."

Tikki floated in front of her, resting on Marinette's knees. "And why are you freaking out?"

"Cause he's sure to figure out my identity and tell Chat what it is and everything will NEVER be the same ever again!" She wailed.

Tikki shook her head again. "Just don't let him know you know. That simple. And besides, if Alya hasn't figured out you're identity yet, I'm pretty sure a visiting tourist won't be able too."

Marinette peaked at her, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!" Tikki flew up and hugged the side of Marinette's face, "Now go back there and hang out with Adrien!"

"Oh my gosh, ADRIEN!"


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