A/N: I have no excuse but know its five am and I have a headache.

That being said, feel free to rage at me in the comments. Cause ya know, next chapter might be next week or next year.

SK

Blue Bells

Chapter Seven

It wasn't warm. He knew because when his green eyes opened the white flurries were the first things he saw.

Ah, what a pleasant dream.

It was a dream. It had to be. After all, right now he was on the ground next to a girl who spoke of gibberish. His mind knew that.

But it still felt so real.

The cold didn't grip him at first. Sure he could feel it, after all he was laying in the snow looking up at the sky, but he still felt warmth. The smell of sweets lingering in the air.

Mom?

His mind raced. He wished he could control his body. But no, it was one of those dreams where he knew what was happening and was aware of himself, yet he couldn't move on his own. He was just an outsider looking in on the young Chat Noir. The Chat Noir that still had his mother around to bake him cookies and make him much needed coats that could, almost magically, withstand the snow.

"Mama?" He felt himself say when the snow crunched.

"Second guess." Plagg said. The dark skinned male leaned over him after his approach. "What are you doing out here?"

"Enjoying the snow." His response was nothing more that a giggle. "What are you doing papa?"

"Oh, you know." He had a viscous grin on his face. A grin that often said 'I've won' or some other sarcastic reply. "A tiny kitten fled from the house and my loving and caring wife asked me to come outside in the cold and snow to bring it back before it catches its death."

A frown replaced the smile. "Mama worries to much. I just wanted to watch it fall and pile."

"Which you can do from in the house by the warmth of the fire." A dark eyebrow raised.

"Which I can do from in the house." The young Chat Noir echoed.

His father held out a hand, he must have just taken it from the wool of his brown jacket pocket because his skin was still warm. But the younger version of himself didn't know any better.

"Papa you aren't ever cold. Your hands are so warm. I bet you could spend hour our here without ever having that numb feeling take over."

"Should we test that theory with a snowball fight?"

"Again?" Chat whined. "You cheated last time."

"I didn't cheat." Plagg huffed. "I'm just bigger and faster than you."


Chat awoke from his dream, not bolting upright like he thought he might have. It was still dark, well dark enough with the moon shining down.

He allowed himself a dark chuckle. It seemed even his dreams wouldn't grant him the ability to see his mother.

He rolled onto his side to watch Marinette. She also smelled of sweets. Not like the cookies his mother use to make but rather a loaf of sweet cinnamon bread that the city baker would make.

Who was she?

He rolled back over, to not have to face her any longer. He didn't really care. What did it matter who this insane girl was? What mattered was where they were. This was the world his father hated, the world his father would leave them for with such disdain etched into his face.

This is the world that his mother vanished in.

And now, he too, had left home. He left without a goodbye. Without a letter, not that he thought Plagg would see it. Was this what it was like to vanish? What this what had happened to Tikki?

Knowing that he would find no rest on the hard ground, he pushed himself up with a huff. This land was barren, marred from blatant disregard from the humans. Dried dead bushes at every few steps.

Even a thirty pace walk he could still look over his shoulder and see the outline of the still sleeping teen.

"A little far from home, aren't you?"

Chat jumped back, looking around. "Who's there?"

"Relax son of Tikki." He, it had to be the voice of a young boy, gave a slight laugh. "I am Pollen."

"Yes, but where are you?" Chat couldn't keep the suspicion from his voice.

It was though the rays of the moon him his small frame. Tie faint shimmer dazzled Chat before the child walked out of thin air.

Oh, great. Someone else versed in the ways of magic.

At least he didn't seem to be lying. All of Tikki's family was well equipped in the ways of magic. Or so he had been told several times by both of his parents. And he saw no reason for them to lie about it.

"What are you doing here so late?" The blonde child asked him, aqua eyes glaring at him.

"I could ask the same of you." Chat retorted. "Is it not late to be traveling?"

Pollen scoffed at him slightly. "I am merely making my way home after a meeting with your beloved aunt Trixx."

"I haven't seen her in years." He mumbled in disbelief. He had heard the name Pollen while growing up. But the only one he truly met from his family was his aunt Trixx. Though her visits stopped a year or so after Tikki disappeared. Trixx and Plagg had never really seen eye to eye.

"If your father wasn't such a stubborn fool, perhaps she would visit more." He smirked. Yeah, that did sound like something his aunt Trixx would say while ranting. "Just a thought. Now, what are you doing so far from home?"

"I wanted to take a trip and maybe see Nooroo's library."

"What a boring trip." Pollen frowned. "Especially to make all alone."

Chat shifted, back straightening. He wasn't alone. He had just looked over his shoulder. Surely Pollen could see her as well.

His mind paused, he slowly turned without answering the blonde. He had felt something earlier. He knew something was off.

And sure enough, as he turned back hoping to see Marinette's figure, there was nothing there but the warm ground she had been sleeping on.

Great, just great.