Marinette waved to her "parents" as she left her "home" and headed for school. It had been a three years attending public school. After much complaining, reasoning, and straight up begging, her real parents had agreed to send her to school so she could experience a "normal" life. However, they had a few conditions. Firstly, Marinette couldn't tell anyone who she really was. Secondly, she would have a fake name, fake parents, fake address, and pretty much fake everything. Being a princess was dangerous and many would just love to get their hands on her. So Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng weren't her real parents. But they spent more time with her during the past three years than her actual parents so to Marinette, they were truly her mom and dad. Marinette was also a fake name. Her real name, Marie Antoinette Archambault was her actual name but she had become so accustom to Marinette that she preferred Marinette. It was sweeter.
Thirdly, she had to have a bodyguard. So Nino, son of one of her guards who had been trained since he could walk, had volunteered. She and Nino were really good friends and had looked forward to spending time together as normal students. So long as no one tried to kill her or kidnap her, they would live happily as innocent, ordinary high school students.
Fourthly, she had to change her appearance. She had taken to dying her original blonde hair dark blue/black. Only afterwards did she slightly regret it because what kind of person has black hair and blue eyes. The combination is unheard of really. But it looked good… but it was obviously dyed. She also wore no make-up or anything which really did change her appearance. It's amazing what adding creams, powders, and other assortments of things can do to your face.
So while she was definitely princess incognita, she was truly living and having fun.
Then, Marinette's perky steps dissipated into a slow somber walk. This was her last year before being coronated and permanently forced into the Royal life. Coronated at as crown princess at sixteen, her studies would consist of more serious things. Normal classes such as math, science, literature, and things would be shoved to the background. So although she had enjoyed her years of school, they were but a taste of a life she could never have.
While walking slowly, Marinette wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings. So naturally, she ran into someone. Walking right into their back, she caused the person in front of her to stumble. Unable to catch herself, she started to fall.
"Poop." She thought as she began to fall towards the pavement.
However, the person in front of her was incredible smooth and agile and fast. Turning around, the person caught her and hoisted her upwards. Finding herself staring into green eyes, the princess vaguely registered anything else. He was… he was… a prince.
With perfect blonde hair, a slim but built body, a flawless outfit, and green eyes you could get lost in, the guy, or rather, boy, in front of her was faultless. Marinette briefly thought of several suitors who she had been forced to walk with before, none of them coming close to the boy in front of her now. Blushing, Marinette couldn't think of anything to say.
"I… "
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" He asked.
His voice was so smooth and Marinette felt she could listen to it all day long. However, the worry on his face brought her back down to planet earth. Blushing even more fiercely, Marinette blurted,
"Please pardon my appalling error!"
Then she cringed. She was using her royal tongue! The kind of language that she only used when around nobles and her real parents; she had spent a year trying to learn how to speak normally. But whenever she got nervous, she started using it again.
"Uhh… you are pardoned?" The boy said slowly as if unsure what to make of her.
"I was not vigilant- I mean, I wasn't really looking where I was going so… I kind of ran into you… I'm sorry…" She rambled.
"No problem." He said smiling.
At this, Marinette smiled as well. With an internal sigh of relief, she hoped she would fix her speech so he wouldn't catch her blundering again.
"Are you going to school?" He suddenly asked.
Nodding, Marinette replied, "Yes, I am. It's that one, just down the road."
"What a coincidence, so am I!" The boy exclaimed.
Instantly taking a liking to him, in more ways than one, Marinette beamed.
"I'm Marinette!" She said happily.
"I'm Adrien." He replied.
-}-{-
Alya, having pulled an all-nighter, noticed her reflection. Her eyes were red and slightly blood-shot. This didn't come from doing homework all night, no; it came from staring at a screen from twelve to seven in the morning. She was so close to cracking this case; the story about the princess of France. Marie Antoinette Archambault was the only princess of France who regularly, during school semester, disappeared from the palace. Many conspiracy theorists claimed that the princess herself didn't exist and was just a ploy while others said she was a stuck up prick who preferred staying in many different homes for winter, spring, and fall. But Alya knew the truth. She was not a conspiracy theorist. In fact, if you called her one, she would punch you in the face, knee you in the South Pole, and make you wish you had never been born.
She was an investigator.
Alya was sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the Princess Marie Antoinette Archambault was actually attending school. There were some reports, gossipers from the palace that claimed she had come to her parents exactly three years ago and begged to be allowed to attend public school. Most people had dismissed these assertions but not Alya. Alya knew that unless proven false, take everything at face value. She believed these statements were real and had cross referenced them with supposed sightings of the princess. Narrowing things down, she had deduced that the princess was attending one of three schools. One of them being her own school, Alya was particularly excited. She wanted to get to the bottom of this; that's what being an investigator is about.
"Alya!" she heard one of her little sisters scream at the top of her lungs. "It's time for school! Get your butt down here! Mom says so!"
Alya groaned. Right now, she was in no mood or health to go to school. But she had to. Deciding that she needed to look like a decent human, she dug into her make up drawer and applied foundation, under eye, concealer, and some contour, she gave herself a check in the mirror. Her eyes were still blood shot but she didn't particularly care. She just didn't want her mom making her visit the hospital… or taking away her computer which was instant death.
Grabbing her school bag, she raced downstairs, grabbed a croissant, and exited her home walking along the streets. It was a new school year and a new school to top it off. She wasn't particularly looking forward to it either. Alya felt she had bigger things to be doing. That she wasn't supposed to be sitting down, acting nice, and answering questions like a good little girl. She would be out there in the world, fighting against injustice, battling against prejudice, and pursuing equality.
Sighing, she entered the classroom slightly early. Sitting by herself, she watched as more students trickled in. Someone who really caught her eye was a blond haired, blue eyed girl who walked in like she owned the place. She exuded confidence and practically screamed royalty. Alya took special interest in her; after all, her school was one of the possible places that the princess could be attending. After sitting for a moment in one place, the blonde marched over to another seat and plopped her butt down there.
"Strange," Alya thought.
A moment later, three people entered the room looking like the best of friends. To the right was a tall but slightly hunching guy who wore a cap on his head. He had large black glasses and big brown eyes and he wore an overly large hoodie. To the left was a blonde guy who looked like he came from the cover of a magazine. With slightly spike blond hair, warm green eyes, and a stylish outfit, he screamed perfection. And in between them was a petite girl with definitely dyed dark blue hair. She had piercing blue eyes and walked with perfect posture. But they were laughing and obviously talking and joking amongst themselves like a good pair of friends. Looking around for seats, the blue hair girl sighed before leaving her little group and walking up to the other blonde hair girl who had switched seats a moment ago.
"Chloe… you're in my seat…" She started.
Chloe scoffed and replied, "Oh, my bad. I'll get off as soon as you prove you're ownership of this particular seat… except you can't."
"I've always sat there…" the girl sighed.
"Well too bad." Another girl, a red head snapped. "New year, new seats."
"Besides," Chloe said smiling at the blonde haired guy who was slightly shrinking back, "Adrien's here and he's going to sit with me!"
The blue hair girl blinked for a moment.
"You know Adrien?"
"Know him? We're best friends! Now shoo before I make you!"
"Actually-"The blond hair boy, now Adrien started but he didn't get any further because Alya had witnessed enough.
Even if this blonde hair girl was the princess, she was not going to sit by and let her bully another person. Marching over with purpose in every step, Alya put her hands on her hips and jabbed,
"Who elected you queen of seats!"
"Oh look, someone's trying to be a hero." Chloe said with overly fake adoration. "What are you going to do, shoot beams at me with your glasses?"
"Look Chloe," The blue hair girl said softly. "I don't know what I did to make us enemies but if you want to sit with your friend, I won't stop you. Just… can you just stop for one year?" The girl pleaded.
Chloe stuck her nose up in the air and didn't say anything else. At this, Alya snapped,
"Watch yourself. If you stick your nose up any higher, you'll drown when it rains."
Before things could get violent, the teacher came in and ordered everyone to take their seats. The blue haired girl sat beside Alya and to her surprise and joy, the boy, Adrien ended up sitting beside the other boy who had been with the blue haired girl. It was so satisfying watching Chloe's face turn purple with anger and complete rage.
At least this school year wasn't going to be boring.
-}-{-
Nino answered his private white phone, the one only used for direct communications with the protection program for the princess. The hired group of surveillance people, bodyguards, agents, and tech people dedicated to protecting her highness. Because Nino's father was in charge and because of his training and age, Nino was really the only possible option to join her highness in school. He was trained to fight, taught to deceive, educated to shoot, and cultivated to take bullets. Whatever it took to protect the princess. Some argued that it was unethical to teach a child these things but Nino didn't mind. Not only was he protecting his princess, he was shielding his best friend.
"Agent… "Nino heard the laugh and sighed. "007? Are you James bond?" The amused voice asked.
"I was thirteen!" Nino defended. "When they asked me, I thought it was cool!"
The voice coughed and became serious. "Anyway, ignoring that. Agent 007 we have a status update for you."
"Yes sir." Nino replied professionally.
"It has been brought to our attention that the terrorist Hawkmoth has set his sights on capturing the princess. He's even gone as far as realizing she's not in the palace at the moment. We suspect a leak in the program but we're working on that. We have information that Hawkmoth has sent in his own agent to apprehend the princess. Be vigilant and don't let her out of your sight. Right now, the Queen and King are debating on whether or not to bring her back home. While in the palace she would have more security but everyone would know her location. However, right now, she's going to be staying in school. Just watch out for her… we all know the princess…"
"Of course…" Nino answered.
He knew how stubborn and headstrong she got. Vividly, he remembered that one time they had been in the bank for some reason and the bank had been robbed. Turned into hostages, Marinette had got that "look" in her eye. She had retrieved his gun from his hoodie and fired at the lights, sparking just enough confusion for the police to get in. Afterwards, Nino had practically shouted at her. She was royalty. She shouldn't be risking her life. Of course Marinette just lifted her chin and replied,
"These are my people and as a member of the royal family, it's my duty to protect them."
That girl was too stubborn for her own good.
"Good luck… Agent 007…" The guy on the other end burst into laughter and Nino could only scowl and hang up. He really regretted choosing that name. But his father told him anything so… little Nino asked for 007 and now he was stuck with it.
Slipping his white phone in a secret pocket in his back pack, Nino slung it over his shoulders. He could feel it hit the gun which was hidden by his hoodie. Nino had hoped that no day would come where he would actually have to use it, but if it meant protecting her highness, than that was fine with Nino. Usually, he met the princess half way to school and they walked together into the classroom. Because of this, many assumed that they were a couple or something but definitely not. There had been a faze where he had a minor crush on her, but time, and reality had killed it. As he walked a bit farther, he saw Marinette talking and laughing with… someone new. He was mildly familiar which was strange because Nino had never seen him before. The blonde boy said something and Marinette laughed.
Nino sighed. The princess was way too trusting.
Coming up behind them Nino smoothly put his arm around Marinette's shoulder and said casually, "You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend."
Blushing more than Nino thought was humanly possible, the princess turned a violent shade of pink. She replied,
"I can assure you this is not what you perceive!"
Nino stifled a laugh. Whenever she got nervous, her royal tongue would always slip out. She must really dig this guy. Nino eyed him, surveying everything. His clothes were fitting enough so that he couldn't conceal a weapon. He looked innocent enough but there was just… something off about him. Nino shrugged. If he was going to hang around the princess, than it would give Nino plenty of time to watch him.
"I'm Nino!" He held out his other hand to the stranger.
"Adrien." The blond hair boy replied.
"So what are you two doing here this fine morning besides going to school?" He questioned.
"I accidentally ran into him." Marinette said.
"So your clumsiness struck again?" Nino jabbed. Looking at Adrien, he quipped, "Watch out. She's got four left feet. When at a party, stand away from the snack table unless you want to get everything dumped on you."
Marinette scowled. "It was an accident."
"When I went home, my parents thought I had partaken in a food fight." Nino deadpanned.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad." Adrien said.
Nino looked at him. "Nachos, cupcakes, punch, and a chocolate fountain on my head to top everything off."
"That sounded like a food-tastic evening." Adrien punned.
Marinette and Nino stared at him not believing he had actually said that.
"What?"
Needless to say, by the time they had entered the classroom, Nino's suspicions had subsided about this new person. He seemed like a normal guy. But he couldn't shake the feeling that not all was as it seemed.
-}-{-
In a dark and airy room, a man wearing deepest black stood. He intimidated many people but Chat Noir was idiotically not shaken. Dressed entirely in black and wearing a mask on his face, Agent Chat looked like someone directly out of a spy novel. Chat Noir was not easily frightened and that was both a good and bad things. He was never afraid to take on a challenge, but never knew when his limits were crossed. But there was another reason Agent Chat Noir was not afraid. The man before him was his…
"I've come father."
"Very good." The man replied. "You know why I sent for you?"
"Not particularly." Chat answered.
"After much research and searching, we have narrowed down the whereabouts of the princess herself. The only problem is that she resides… in a school. None of the mercenaries or agents is young enough or trained enough to take on a mission this important except you."
"Let me get this straight. You want me, because I'm seventeen, to go undercover and… "
"Capture her. We'll hold her for ransom and make millions. Enough to fund our… other projects. Do you agree?" The man said.
Although his father was asking, Chat knew he had no choice. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He also didn't particularly like it either. But it was what he had been doing all his life and nothing was going to change. Always eager to please have been another one of Chat's many faults.
"I agree." Chat replied smoothly.
"Very well… good luck… Adrien."
author's note
I know what ya'll are going to say. Everyone's slightly out of character and Marinette definately has blue hair and etc. But it's an AU and when you change the background of characters, ultimately the characters themselves would change. And also... I know Marinette mutters and stutters but when you're a princess, that's not really an option so instead, I have her switching to her "royal" tongue. Honestly, I'm just having fun with this fic.
I hope you all do too!
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