Warnings- AU some backgrounds will be changed, OOC (Mostly for Plagg), Gender-swap Character(s? As of right now only Pollen), perhaps an OC thrown in here or there (See bottom), swearing, and a whole lot of spelling and grammar mistakes.

If I were a better artist (or could draw more than stick figures) there would be a picture of Tikki and Plagg's first meeting on tumblr because it's stuck in my head. Sadly, I couldn't draw to save my life. Even straight lines give me trouble.

Again, I am really bad at Marinette. I'm thinking of just going Chat until I have to do a Marinette chapter. I usually find females easy to write for, but not her. So this chapter isn't nearly as good as you guys deserve, but I needed a filler to get the main story started. I'm sorry.

I swear the next chapter will be better and at least twice as long.

SK

Blue Bells

Chapter Three

When Marinette felt herself be lifted off the ground her mind went blank. Sure a lot of strange things happened that day. First, she was on a boat that looked like it was a minute from sinking into the dark depth of the deep blue, then she woke up outside of a metal city she had never heard anything about. Next, a cat themed self-claimed villain. It was a bit much for her mind to reel in at once. But the fact that her feet were off the ground and so were the cat boy's, who held her in his arms, was just too much. She didn't care if he was a big bad villain, she wanted answers. Where was she? Why was she there? What happened to the ship? And that blonde man! Marinette knew she didn't have a chance with him, but such perfection shouldn't be taken from the world so young! Even if he did look a little older than her.

So she did the only thing she could do in midair. She started to punch his chest, kicking and screaming. "Who do you think you are? Put me down! Put me down right now!"

"Stop wriggling." He commanded. "Or else we'll fa-"

His words were cut short. With one well-placed punch, centered perfectly in the small place between rib and hip, they were both sent spiraling to the chilled water below. She wasn't surprised when the wind was knocked out of her. But did hitting while diving hurt this bad? It was like she bellyflopped in and her whole front side tingled with a twinge of regret that she hadn't let the teen land peacefully.

At first, she didn't want to believe it was real. Had she really just fallen out of the air into the water? Out of the air because a flying boy had dropped her. There had to be some reason, some explanation. Boys don't just fly around in the air because they want to. At least, not where she was from. Where was she anyways? Sure she was swimming to the closest shore, that didn't look like it was leading back to the town, but where did that shore lead?

Hacking up the non-salty water, she collapsed onto the sandy beach. She didn't want to open her heavy eyes to see the so-called villain crawl out of the water next to her. She didn't want to see the deep shrubbery before her. But she did. Her blue eyes trailed from the blonde's lean back to the thicket with a muffled groan. She could hear him pant, his whole frame moving with each breath as she drew herself away from the briar.

The sound their combined gasps was paused as Chat Noir, or so he called himself, sputtered out. "O-or we'll f-fall."

"Th-thanks for the w-warning." Marinette couldn't help but huff at his back. She forced herself up on itchy hands, no thanks to all the sand, and knees. Her head turned slightly to look at the cat-boy again. He hadn't turned back to her to even check if she was okay. What, first he kidnaps her then tried to kill her? Does this monster not care at all?

This was perfect though. He seemed distracted and he got up. He wouldn't even face her. If she wanted to she could have run to the forest and she would never have to see him again. But on the other hand, she had no idea where she was. Where did the boat sink? How far had she floated since then? Did it even sink or whatever happened? It was all a haze to her. This person seemed to know where he was taking her, even if he was flying...

Her face contorted as she frowned. 'Boys don't just fly around.' She had to remind herself. Maybe she wasn't caught somewhere between China and France, maybe she was caught somewhere else? But where? If she stayed with him maybe she could get some answers before she made her escape. Speaking of answers...

"What are you doing?" She glanced over, not in the least concerned. After all, why should she be?

He flinched. "Oh, nothing." He shrugged.

He made it very obvious that it was something. "Are you sure?"

He moved away slightly. Grumbling he answered after another few minutes. "When we fell my mask slipped off."

"That's it?" She frowned. "What are you afraid of someone knowing your identity?"

"No." His head moved, blonde hair still dripping. "Plenty of people have seen my face. It was- It was a gift."

"Who would give a gift to a villain?" Her voice dripping with disbelief and mockery.

"My mom would!" He reached out his hand, brushing some sand from the leathery black object. He placed it back on his face before turning to her.

Marinette let her snarky face dip into a frown. Did her mom know she was missing? Would she be worrying herself to death? Her dad would be worried. She knew that he would be. "So you have parents too?"

"Of course I do." He said.

Finally, something she could understand. If he had parents, maybe he would be understanding. So standing up, brushing the sand from every possible inch of her that she could get, she bit her lip and tried to reason with him. "Listen, I have parents too. And they are really worried about me."

"And?" He blinked at her.

"I know you're supposed to be a villain and all, but do you think you could put that off for a bit and help me get home?"

He stood, not bothering to dust himself off. "I do what I want when I want."

"So you don't want to help me? That's too bad." She smirked.

"Why?" Chat stepped closer.

"Paris is full of amazing treasures. I'm sure you get whatever you wanted once you were there."

He frowned. "Paris? Never heard of it."

Marinette couldn't help but let her jaw drop. Paris was... it was the most amazing place on earth. Who could this boy be- where was she that he had never heard of Paris. Unless he was lying. But the confused look in his deep green eyes said he wasn't. "Do you know anyone who does know the way?"

He held his chin between his forefinger and thumb, thinking. His foot tapped against the soft ground. "If anyone were to know anything, maybe uncle Nooroo might. He knows almost everything."

'That's good enough.' Marinette thought.