Hello miraculous friends.

Here I'm back, accompanied by Malauu-LadyNoir for the Marichat May. I hope you will like the little stories we have prepared for you. Happy reading and see you tomorrow.

Miraculous kisses.

PROMPT N°1: RAIN/ETOILE-LEAD-SAMA

RAINY DAY

Written by: Etoile-Lead-Sama

Beta and translator: Malauu-Ladynoir.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TSA Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation.

He'd been arguing with his father again. Lately it has become commonplace. He did everything to be pleasant to him, but it was never enough. So he just decided to go out. He suffocated in his room because, despite its size, it was still only an austere and soulless golden cage.

He'd felt the first drops of rain when he'd sneaked out of his window, but he didn't care: the night air called him too much and he really needed it.

His shadow mingled in the darkness as he ran aimlessly and for no reason, just to escape, just to feel the freedom he so desperately needed, just to forget who he was in the light of day.

The little raindrops changed into a downpour, making the roofs more slippery and dangerous, forcing him to slow down and finally to stop somewhere. His vision became all blurry by the water hitting his face, he looked around, trying to find his way, and finally, a real smile stretched his lips when he discovered where he was exactly: at the warmest place he could find in this city…

He glided along the roof and landed on the small balcony, silently, so as not to be spotted. He held out his ear for a few moments to find out whether he should better leave, but the rain drowned out the sounds, turning his perception of the world into a rainy melody. He sighed: no one seemed to move inside. He sat in a corner, taking his legs in his arms and offering his face to the elements. Soon his tears came to mingle with the drops of rain streaming down his face. He was alone. So alone...

"Chat Noir!" A voice came out from the hatch on the ground, which had been slightly opened to let the head of a young girl with azure eyes sneak out.

The feline looked in her direction with surprise, he was suddenly becoming an identity for someone, someone who mattered to him and for whom, he hoped, he also mattered.

"Good evening Marinette," he murmured with a sheepish expression. "I didn't want to disturb you."

The bluenette sprang to the roof, ignoring the rain that was falling.

"You never disturb me, Chat Noir," she whispered softly as she approached him.

He gave her a sincere and sad little smile. "Thank you," he replied in the same tone.

She observed him silently for a few seconds and then held him out her hand.

"Come and take shelter inside until the rain stops," she asked him gently.

The feline shook his head. "I'm fine here. But, you, go home."

Marinette drew her gaze into his own, and he recognized in her features the determination that had once led him to call her his 'Everyday Ladybug'. His heart warmed slowly: she was always there for her friends, including himself, whatever his identity.

"I wouldn't go home without you, Chat Noir!" she declared firmly.

The feline couldn't stop his smile from growing larger. He was really touched by her attention but...

"You could catch a cold, if you stay in this rain, Marinette," he tried to reason her. "I don't want you being sick because of me. I don't want you to get in trouble because of me…"

But the cat-boy forgot how stubborn she could be. She shook her head and sat next to him, as rain fell on them continuously.

"You could get sick too, Chat Noir. Being a superhero doesn't protect you from that."

The feline sighed. "It's not like it matters to anyone anyway."

The next second, he received a snap on the back of the head.

"And what about me then?!" she protested angrily. "And I'm sure Ladybug thinks the same way I do... There must be other people you can count on, behind this mask, family, friends…"

The feline saw his friends' smiling faces pass before his eyes and felt his heart finish warming up. Marinette was right, as always. She always found the words to comfort him, with or without the mask. He was so happy to have her in his life.

Chat Noir stood up and reached out his hand to Marinette, making her a soft smile.

"You are right! Let's go inside," he announced softly.

Marinette grabbed his hand and, for a few moments, she found herself against him. The feline's heart was beating a little harder and felt lighter. His eyes crossed the girl's and he knew that she felt the same way as him. He didn't want to release her anymore, he wanted to keep her there against him forever.

The charm was broken when Marinette sneezed. They both blushed and rushed down to the young woman's room.

Chat Noir waited patiently for Marinette to change in her bathroom then she returned with a black towel. She pointed at her desk chair and he sat there without understanding. The next moment, she wrapped the cat-boy's head in the bath towel and gently wiped his hair.

"I don't want you to catch a cold," she whispered in a shy tone. "Who will protect Paris if you're sick?"

The feline's heart pinched in his chest. "Ladybug…" he began before being interrupted by Marinette.

"...is nothing without you!" she finished.

He turned to her with surprise and they exchanged a long gaze. Then the feline smiled.

"Thank you Marinette," he replied in a gentle and warm tone.

She blushed more redder and turned her chair so that he wouldn't see her like that.

"I'm only telling the truth," she said shyly.

The feline shook his head. "No, I mean thank you for everything. For that, and also for what you did for me tonight," he explained calmly.

They kept silent for a long time, Marinette slowly wiping his hair. The feline eventually fully relaxed and began to purr peacefully.

"I will always be there for you, Chaton," she whispered so low that he doubted his feline hearing.

Did he dream her words? Maybe... or maybe not. Never mind, in the depths of his heart, he knew it was pure truth.

The End

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