Chapter 10: Drown
A/N: I could've had this chapter up a lot sooner, but I had finals for all of my classes, so my brain is fried, and I've been a lazy uncreative blob playing games on the PS4 since. Plus I'm sick so I've been coughing up my guts, I'm super congested, and my throat is on fire and feels like Satan is throwing a bonfire down there, and I wasn't even invited. Ugh. *Lifelessly throws chapter out and drops dead*
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Adrien stared absentmindedly out the widow, watching rainwater overflow the gutter on the roof, the contents spilling and running down the outside of the window pane. The gentle pitter patter of the rain, giving a lulling mellow sound. He was supposed to be doing math homework, but he kept finding himself getting distracted.
He'd never liked the rain. The droplets that fell from the gray, hazy overcast clouds, reminded him of tears. Ever since he'd discovered his other feline half, he found himself disliking it even more so. He tapped his pencil against the slick surface of his desk, casually spinning from side to side in his swivel chair.
A tight line fell across his lips when he recalled his Mother had always said she found the rain comforting. He gingerly pressed the palm of his hand against the cool surface of the glass, his hands being met with the condensation that had formed. Under his breath he then murmured a soft, "Why?"
He hadn't even realized he had begun crying until he tasted salt on his lips. Just knowing that his body had done it on impulse, made more warm salty tears cascade down his cheeks.
Rubbing the tears out of his eyes, he furiously shook his head, clearing away the thoughts. Standing up, he pushed the swivel chair in and took another longing glance outside the window. "Plagg, claws out." He mumbled quietly.
"Come on Kid, it's raining and you're not even supposed to be on patrol until another two hours!" Plagg whined in protest, seconds later disappearing into the ring on the blond's finger.
Gingerly lifting the locks on the widow, he raised the glass just enough that he could slip out.
Chat shivered as the wind caressed his face and blew his blond locks into even more disarray. He repressed a shiver as he felt raindrops hit his face. Using his staff, he propelled himself through the air, over the large gate in front of the Agreste mansion, then proceeding to pole vault himself from roof to roof. Upon reaching the Seine River, he stepped out onto Pont des Arts pedestrian bridge, love lock bridge. Peering over the side, he looked into the water's murky depths, the rain turning the water muddy. Pulling away from the railing, he then grazed his gloved fingers over the surfaces of some metal locks. Will Marinette and I ever have a lock here? It's a long shot, but maybe even my Lady and I..., he fantasized, grabbing one and studying it in his hands. He smiled as he read over the names engraved onto the front of the lock.
He nearly jumped out of his skin and fell into the abyss of keys below, when a familiar voice called to him.
"Chat Noir? What're you doing out here in the rain?" Marinette asked, cocking her head slightly to one side, she then took notice of the lock held in his right hand. "Oh, are you looking to put a lock on for you and Ladybug?" She asked with giggle. Then a darker smile came across her lips. "Or maybe you're vengeful, looking to destroy an ex's current relationship?"
Chat furiously and frantically waved his hands in the air, blushing. "O- Of course not! I would never do that! I've just... been thinking a lot about someone lately."
"Oh really?" The designer smirked, cocking an eyebrow, something devious in her eyes. "And who's the lucky girl?"
Chat slowly strode towards the slate haired girl, his ears picking up the thrum of raindrops colliding against the fabric of her pastel pink umbrella. He crossed his arms firmly across his chest, a smirk playing across his lips. "That's a secret Princess." His expression dropping, he then nervously kicked at a puddle around his feet. "Can- Can I ask you for some advice?"
Marinette gently nodded, urging him to continue.
"So this girl... She's someone I'm friends with at school, but she always acts differently around me than she does everyone else. From a distance, when I'm away from her, she's strong, confident, and determined. But around me, she's shy, flustered, and just...different. I- I mean I kissed her and held hands with her recently, but I'm not sure if she liked it since she hasn't replied back to any of my texts since then. Does that mean I interpreted her feelings towards me wrong? Or did I jump the gun? Or..." his ears sunk and declined sharply. "Or does that mean she doesn't like me at all?"
"Hmm..." Mari spun the umbrella in her hands. "Well to me, it sounds like she must like you too, if she didn't reject you when you tried to kiss her or hold hands. She's probably flustered and nervous because she likes you. Maybe she just needs some time to process everything?" The designer offered with a shrug and a reassuring smile.
"Okay thank you." The leather clad cat boy said, taking in her advice. "It makes me feel a little better to hear you say that."
A lot actually, Chat thought to himself.
"Chat, you should get out of the rain and dry off somewhere." Marinette stated, the concern in the tone of her voice evident as she took in his darkened, damp hair that was clinging to his forehead, and the slick look of the wet leather on his skin. "You'll catch a cold if you stay out here for too long."
"Well then Princess, Au Revoir." The blond said, giving a two finger salute before he used his baton to propel himself through the air, onto the rooftop of a nearby building. Climbing under an overhang of a storage unit on one of the roofs, Chat slid down the rough concrete wall, drawing his legs in close to his chest. He shivered, his teeth beginning to chatter.
He pulled his lean form tightly inward to try to conserve body heat. As stubborn as he was, he refused to show weakness, especially not as his alter ego. He'd made his mind up, and he was going to follow through with it. He was going to wait for Ladybug in the rain, and for once, he decided he was not going to be late to their patrol. Did he know the idea was idiotic? Yes. Did he realize he could go home and just come back later? Yes. Did he care? Being the stubborn feline he was, no, not really.
By the time his hair had finally began to somewhat dry, the alarm he had set on the technology portion of his staff began to beep. With a groan, he pulled himself up and stepped back into the heavy pelting downpour, his ears falling flat against his head in dismay. Going to their normal meeting place, he sulked slightly, seeing the spotted heroine wasn't already there. At least waiting for her is chivalrous and gentlemanly right?, he tried to convince himself. But the more time that passed, he found himself growing more fidgety and antsy from anxiety. He began to think that his decision wasn't chivalrous, but quite the contrary, and idiotic instead. Is she not even coming today? He found himself constantly stealing glances at the digital clock on his baton.
He glanced down at another large puddle near his feet, watching ringlets form and ripple the surface of the water anytime raindrops brushed against it. Stepping closer to it and leaning down, he saw his reflection. Even though the mask covered half of his face, you could still see the tiredness that leaked from his eyes, it didn't take a genius to figure out how dark the circles underneath were.
He began to wonder when his face had began to look so hollow, and had his jawline and cheekbones always been this sharp?
After waiting another five minutes, he concluded that the scarlet heroine wasn't coming to patrol today. Although, he could hardly blame her, considering how nasty the weather was. Sighing in defeat, he pulled himself together, and began to wander the usual patrol route he took with Ladybug. Alone.
Chat paused upon seeing large barricades of jagged ice near the entrance of the aquarium. That struck him as off. There hadn't been any reports of any akumas on the Ladyblog... Casually he leapt down with cat-like grace, approaching the wall of ice. Trailing his hand against it, he felt the cold seep through the material of his gloves. Just by touching it, he could sense there was something dark and ominous about it. Using his staff to propel himself upwards, Chat came up to one of the large round windows that would've normally lit the lobby area. Crashing through the glass, he landed on marble floor.
His eyes still adjusting to the dim lighting, Chat spun in a slow circle, searching for any movement, his ears rapidly twitching in all directions attempting to pick up any sounds. That's when he heard it. It was faint, but he'd definitely heard the click of glass slowly cracking. Slowly creeping towards the direction the sound came from, his eyes glazed over a tall lean figure, a crooked staff in their hand.
"Ah, Chat Noir you're here." The voice spoke.
The blond instinctively narrowed his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. "What exactly are you doing here?"
"Merely adapting these fish to a colder climate." The akuma replied coyly, showing little to no interest in the hero's presence.
Squinting, that's when Chat noticed the cracks forming against the glass of the tank, all of the water within turned to solid ice, frost dancing along the outside surface of the transparent glass. "Woah man, chill out. You'll... You'll kill all of the fish." Chat muttered looking at the darkened blobs trapped within the frostbitten abyss, which he could only assume were fish.
The akuma shrugged, continuing to use his staff to shoot frost and ice at the interior of the aquarium.
Then the figure stepped under one of the few dim overhead lights above. This akuma's hair was ivory, and white as snow, eyes a piercing haunting blue with skin as cold and as pale as ice. A dark blue hoodie was loosely clinging to his form, frost collecting and dusting around the collar. Chat couldn't quite place it at first, but once the akuma introduced himself, he understood why the transformation looked so familiar, and why he looked like an iconic character out of a cartoon movie.
"Jack Frost's the name, and snow's my game. Care to dance with the bitter cold?"
"I'd be pawsitively delighted to take you up on your offur, but I'm afraid being a catsicle isn't exactly of my best interests at the moment." The blond said gesturing at himself, seeing as how his clothing and his hair was dripping water onto the floor.
Jack let out a hollow laugh, whirling his wooden staff in his hands. "Let's have some fun then shall we? Loosen up a little cat! I can sense the depression radiating off of you from here. Come on live a little!"
Jack then blew a small cloud of snowflakes at the leather clad cat boy, the snowflakes sticking in the blond's wet hair. Using his Shepard-like staff, Jack then created a mini blizzard within the aquarium, the marble flooring quickly being covered by snow, and the glass being grazed by intricate designs of frost. "Care to have a snowball fight?"
Chat inadvertently cocked his head to one side, his tone laced with confusion. "A... A snowball fight?" Chat didn't understand, why was Jack Frost being so friendly?
Before The blond could say anything back in compliance, he was struck in the face with a tightly compacted ball of snow, the moment it impacted his face, it exploded into a powdery blizzard. Chat brought a hand to his face, rubbing just below his cheekbone, wincing. "Ow... That wasn't fair! I wasn't ready!" The leather clad cat boy exclaimed, cradling his cheek, his bottom lip protruding out into a sulky pout.
A smirk played across the elemental ice user's lips, as a chuckle bubbled out of his throat. "Catch me if you can fleabag!" Jack called, childishly sticking out his tongue as he formed a staircase out of ice, quickly dashing up it.
"Why you little..." Chat muttered through gritted teeth, his tail rapidly flicking back and forth in irritation. His compulsiveness getting the better of him, he grabbed a fistful of snow and attempted to sprint up the newly formed staircase, after the trickster. The staircase had several kinks and curves, and no matter how hard Chat seemed to run, or how much his speed continued to increase, Jack always seemed just slightly out of his reach. By this point, his lungs were burning, and sweat had beaded on his forehead as he began to pant between movements. He was thankful for the added traction his suit gave him. Taking a moment to glance at his surroundings, the blond realized he didn't know where he was at, he had been to the aquarium multiple times before, but this area was unfamiliar, perhaps a staff only section? He had unconsciously just ran after Jack blindly. Once he realized the stairs were beginning a sharp incline, and he saw Jack at the top, he began to feel a small fragment of hope.
But something felt off, why was Jack Frost looking at him like that? The ivory haired male's arms were crossed firmly across his chest, his lips pulled into a wicked smirk, his eyes brimming and flickering with something mischievous, something...dangerous.
That's when he caught the quick glint of light beneath him. Ice. He felt his foot slip and hit the block of ice the wrong way. His pupils dilated and his eyes widened as he felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. He was falling. He desperately reached for his staff, but just as he was about to lock his hand around it, he was left with empty air in his palm. Gasping in disbelief, he saw Jack's smug grin as ice encased the baton, rendering it useless. Squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth, he instinctively curled inward. Opening his eyes and stealing a glance at the ground, his fear only widened, his heart rapidly accelerating with anxiety. Below him, there was no ground, but in fact, water instead. Sloshing frostbitten seawater, hungry carnivorous predators lurking within the icy depths.
Suddenly he found an icicle javelin hurling towards him, but noticing this too late, the projectile grazed his skin, cutting through his suit and leaving a slash across his forearm, blood beginning to ooze from the newly acquired wound. Chat's heart sank. A bleeding cut, plus falling into a confined space with great white sharks, without a baton, definitely was not a good combination. He swallowed dryly, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He instantly felt the shock from the icy chill of the water overtake his body, and he felt his muscles contract and begin to spasm. Gasping and struggling to stay above the surface, he took large desperate gulps of air, gravity winning the battle and beginning to pull him under. Sinking, he desperately clawed at the water in anguish, attempting to swim, thrashing violently, but his desperate attempt ended in failure. No matter how much he flailed and desperately kicked and clawed, water's deathly grip and his demons within, kept pulling him under.
Unable to hold his breath any longer, all of the oxygen within his lungs exploded out into a cloud of bubbles. He felt the water going down his throat, and he felt his lungs burning in his chest. He was suffocating, and he knew it, the inky blackness congregating around the edges of his vision wasn't helping to quell his growing anxiety.
Though he'd never dare admit it in front of someone else, he was deathly afraid of water. He couldn't swim. Although, he had a justified reason for his trauma.
He remembered back when he was about six or seven, while Elias and his family was still living Paris, their parents had rented out a large luxurious swimming pool. He, Chloe, and Elias had been taking swim lessons from his mom, but they were still on the basics, so they still needed to swim with the aide of a life jacket or a raft in the deep end. Since his mother was going to be late since she was helping Gabriel with work, she had told Adrien and the others to go on ahead. This is where it had all went south.
The trio diving into the pool at the shallow end, waited expectantly, however being children, they got bored relatively quickly. Adrien remembered, this was when Chloe had dared him and Elias to race from the shallow end to the deep end and back. He remembered having confidence that he would win, ridiculing the brunette, bragging about how fast he could swim, but that was his downfall.
Once they had begun the race, once Adrien's hand left the wall of the pool from the deep end, his foot began to cramp. His cramped foot had hurt too much to attempt to kick, so when he had began sinking, his body kicked in adrenaline and went to autopilot, which inevitably had lead to flailing his hands about, thrashing water everywhere as he began to sink deeper.
Neither Chloe nor Elias knew how to swim underwater yet, so neither were able to pull the blond to safety.
Luckily his mother had came in at just the right time, acting quickly and diving in to save him. He had nearly drowned. He remembered the smell of chlorine surrounding him and the burning in his chest, the feeling of water gushing down his throat, the bright green eyes that had stared into his half lidded ones when he coughed up water. After that incident, going in water above his waist, terrified him, and he absolutely refused to continue swim lessons after he had nearly drowned.
Fading in and out of consciousness, Chat was reminded about the situation at hand. With one final spasm, he vigorously attempted to paddle or kick or do anything, but his attempt had ended in failure yet again. Seeing a large dark blob heading in his direction out of the corner of his eye, and seeing the trail of blood that oozed from the cut on his forearm, he knew this was the end. If he didn't drown first, the shark would end up eating him alive, and if that didn't happen and he somehow miraculously managed to get out, he was sure he'd have mutilated limbs.
Closing his eyes and letting the coldness overtake him, he stopped thrashing and quit trying to resist gravity, letting himself sink further and deeper. He knew he couldn't swim, so he decided to stop resisting the inevitable.
I'm drowning. Is this how it's all going to end?, the blond wondered, his vision gradually growing darker and darker, his 'breathing' beginning to grow more and more shallow.
X~X~X
Marinette quietly hummed along to the tune of the song playing in her headphones as she casually sketched out a design in her notebook.
"MARINETTE!" Tikki called frantically, scaring the bluenette, causing her to make a long line that was out of place.
The designer groaned slightly, turning to glance over her shoulder at her small scarlet kwami. As Tikki spoke, she delicately ran the eraser over the the long jagged line, then proceeding to brush off the eraser shavings.
The small kwami appeared out of breath, so Mari waited patiently for her kwami's explanation.
"It's... It's Chat Noir- He... He's in danger!" Tikki exclaimed with urgency. I've been detecting signals from Plagg, and his user's health condition is really critical right now, and according to Plagg, his charge's anxiety levels are off the charts! Marinette we have to save him!"
Marinette sat still and silent, taking a moment to process everything her kwami had just spat out at her. "Plagg...?" She asked curiously, as she gently set her notebook down on her desk and stood up.
"That's Chat Noir's kwami, now hurry up Marinette! We need to go pronto!"
"Alright Tikki, spots on!" The bluenette called, undergoing her transformation sequence. Going as fast as her legs could carry her, she dashed outside and swung on her yo-yo across Paris at an alarming rate.
Ladybug desperately stumbled into the aquarium, leaping over all of the jagged walls of ice, her bluebell eyes frantically scanning every crevice and crawl space. Her eyebrows arched downwards in confusion, she carefully treaded up an ice like staircase, and after following it, she came across a peculiar figure who was laughing quietly under his breath. Turning her head, she then saw what he was looking at. Her face instantly paled and her heart began to throb erratically in her chest. Within the waters of the tank was a leather clad cat boy with a messy tangle of blond hair sprawled out around him, his body limp and lifeless as his back hit the bottom of the tank, blood seeping from his arm.
Jack Frost detecting the heroine's presence, he used his staff to freeze the scene before them into solid ice. "I'll get back to you later Chat Noir."
Her pupils widening in disbelief and anger boiling through her veins, Ladybug lunged at the akuma, calling Lucky Charm as she went.
Within her hands appeared a polka dotted flamethrower. The object manifesting within her hands, a wicked smirk came across her lips as she readjusted her grip. She found it fitting considering she was going against an ice elemental. For the sake of her partner, even though she knew he couldn't hear her in his unconscious state, she made a lighthearted pun. "Let's blow this popsicle stand!"
Guzzling out fire, she blast out a fiery inferno at the akuma. Protectively, Jack flung his wooden staff behind him, wincing as the flames sizzled against his skin, steam rolling off of the newly acquired burns.
Bingo, Ladybug thought, noticing how cautious he was being with the staff.
After multiple missed shots, and taking a few scrapes of her own, Ladybug finally managed to burn the wood of the staff and set it ablaze, causing a jet black butterfly to flutter free. Purifying it, she then quickly dashed up the stairs back to the aquarium tank that contained her partner, flamethrower in hand. Cautious and careful, she slowly melted away a small chunk out of the ice, melting it deep enough she could swim down and reach him, but far enough she wouldn't accidentally burn her partner.
Taking a deep breath, she dove down into the depths of the frigid water, dragging the unconscious blond up with her. Desperately she pressed her ear to his chest. She let out a sigh of relief. His heart was still beating, but if she didn't act fast, she knew that could quickly change.
Pressing on his chest, she began to preform CPR, blowing air into his lungs, her lips pressed against his. She continued in succession, each attempt done in more anguish and anxiety than the last.
Finally, the leather clad bag boy choked up water, taking in desperate gasps and gulps of air. His chest rose and fell, but he remained laying on his back, his eyes closed as he allowed his breathing to begin to even out. Shivering, his teeth began to chatter and his whole body began to tremble from the wet exposure to the cold. Rolling onto his side, he drew his limbs inward close to him, desperate for any warmth that he could siphon.
"Chaton! Are you okay?!" Ladybug called with concern, staring at her companion in anxiety and worry, gently placing a hand on his jawline, caressing his cheek.
"C- C- C- Cold." Chat stuttered, the everlasting frostbitten chill from the water and the ice, numbing all of the feeling in his body.
Nearly toppling over as he began to stand up, Ladybug, grabbed his arm and helped the blond up, draping his arm around her neck for support.
Standing at where the duo normally met to begin patrol, Ladybug stared into her partner's deep emerald green eyes with concern. For probably the millionth time, she asked him, "Are you sure you'll be okay on your own? A- And your arm it's still-"
Chat silenced her, placing his hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb under her cheekbone. "Don't worry Bugaboo, I'll be fine. Thanks to you I won't be a pawpcicle." He shot her a cheeky smile. "There's snow time like the present! After all, you did say you wanted to keep our identities secret right? Who knows, if you find out my address that could reveal me right away." Chat said, his tone playful.
"But- Uh- Chat!" Ladybug huffed, crossing her arms. "You're hurt!" She exclaimed, gesturing towards his arm, which oddly hadn't healed when she had cast miraculous cure. Sighing she shook her head, "I know you're stubborn when you want to be, so I won't argue with you. Take care Chaton." Ladybug said with a slight subtle wave.
Chat dramatically cupped his hand around his heart, feigning hurt. "Just a wave My Lady? How cruel of you to give me the cold shoulder."
Ladybug quirked an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip, a smile tugging at her lips. "Oh does the poor little stray kitty want me to coddle him and give him attention?" She teased with a baby voice.
Chat's ears twitched forward in anticipation. "...I wouldn't object."
Giggling, she approached him and embraced him tightly, careful to avoid his wound. Pulling away she then stroked his hair and ran her fingers through cold, damp, blond strands of hair. Then just for effect, she gave the small golden bell near his neck, a gentle flick to make it jingle. She could've swore he started purring as he leaned into her touch. She had to resist the almost overwhelming urge to pull him into a kiss.
Climbing through his bedroom window, and slipping into his room, Chat slid down the wall, his suit still dripping wet as he released his transformation. He tilted his head back and leaned against the wall closing his eyes. Nearly drowning and being frozen to death had took a lot of him. He was exhausted.
Pulling himself up, he cradled his arm and made his way into the bathroom. Slowly stripping down, out of his soaked clothes, he turned on the shower and let it run to adjust the temperature. Once the water had grown warm and steamy, he stepped into the welcoming stream.
He let out a sigh of relief as the water gently pelted his skin. His knees nearly went weak and his bones nearly turned to jelly at the surefire source of welcoming warmth.
"Kid did you really have to drag me out into the rain and get submerged into an aquarium tank?!" Plagg exclaimed, seething with anger. Although he didn't show it, he was actually quite concerned about his charge.
Rubbing shampoo in his hair, Adrien replied nonchalantly, "Get over it fluff butt, a little water never killed anybody."
The feline like kwami scoffed. "I believe, you, from thirty minutes ago and the Wicked Witch of the West would disagree with that."
Adrien sighed, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath as he washed out the shampoo suds. "You've been watching way too much tv."
Once Adrien had finished, he dried himself off with a towel and gingerly bandaged up his arm. Slipping into warm and comfortable pajamas, he then strutted into his bedroom, plopping down onto the bed with his still-wet hair. He was too tired and too lazy to even bother tackling drying his hair. Reaching over across his nightstand, he wrapped his fingers around his phone and held it slightly above his face. Once the screen lit up, he was met with a few missed texts from Nino.
He skimmed over them.
Nino: Yo, what's up?
Nino: Hey, so everyone else in the gang decided we're all gonna go out on a trip to the beach tomorrow, you wanna come with? We're leaving tomorrow morning.
Nino: Marinette's gonna be coming, if you catch my drift ;) It'd be a great opportunity to scope out that bod of her's.
Adrien contemplated the offer for a moment before responding. His Father would be at another fashion show in another part of Europe for the next few days... Elias was meeting up with a local French record company, in a city a few hours away from Paris, until the beginning of next week... and he definitely could use a break... After thinking about it, Adrien had to admit spending the weekend with his friends at a beach cottage along the coast definitely sounded a lot more appealing than spending the weekend alone, in an empty desolate mansion.
Adrien: Sure, sounds like fun. Definitely can't miss out on an opportunity like that ;)
To the blond's surprise, he got a text back from Nino within a few seconds.
Nino: Woah dude, I just realized. We're going to a beach!
Adrien: Yeah... what's your point?
Nino: I can finally wear my canary yellow Hawaiian shirt! It's literally been sitting in my closet for forever. I finally have an excuse to wear it!
Adrien: Don't. Just trust me, don't.
The model cringed at the mere thought of just imagining his best friend in the apparel.
Adrien: I'm exhausted and literally about to pass out, so I gtg, see you tomorrow. Goodnight.
After receiving a message back from Nino, Adrien turned his phone off and plugged his charger in. After relaxing and curling up with a blanket around him, Adrien found himself fast asleep, snoring softly, all of his energy drained from his battle against the frigid unforgiving seawater.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I know this chapter wasn't super eventful and was just fluff with a twinge of angst, but I've been sick and my brain's mush, so there's my explanation. *Laughs evilly as thrums fingers together* The next chapter's gonna be beach shenanigans and sickfic related, so be prepared. I know that's cliched, but I'm a total sucker for sickfics. Anyways, if you enjoyed, feel free to favorite, follow, and review, all feedback is greatly appreciated. Also, feel free to shoot me up with event requests or akuma ideas (I'm not creative enough to keep coming up with all of these villains on my own lol).
-The~Candy~Craving~Demon