A/N: Here's chapter two! Double update!
Hope you guys enjoy,
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Adrien sighed as he sat in the canopy of a tree. It had been a while since that little girl from the town had visited and he wondered what had happened to her. Though he was fully aware that she wasn't little anymore. It had been years since they'd seen each other and he knew that she must've grown, like he did. But he wasn't certain.
"Dreaming about that girl again?" Plagg, one of the kwamis, rolled his eyes, "I told you she's alive kid."
Kwamis took the form of children. They usually hid their inhuman qualities and lived with a guardian who protected them from prejudice and other issues. Plagg, however, always found his way to the woods and that was how he met Adrien.
Plagg was a dark skinned child with black shaggy hair and green eyes. He usually wore a jumper, shirt and shorts.
"You think she remembers me Plagg?" The blonde drifted into his thoughts.
"Probably," The kwami shrugged, "I mean your all she talks about to the other kwamis. But I don't really care for those things. Unless you happen to have any cheese?"
"Of course," The blonde rolled his eyes before getting out a slice of Camembert. Plagg smiled.
"My gooeyness!" He reached for the cheese.
"Info first, then cheese," Adrien grinned.
"Fine," The kwami whined before groaning, "How did I get myself into this?"
Marinette stared longingly at the woods as she ate lunch with her friends Alya and Nino. They were at the lake that separated the maze of trees from their town and were enjoying the food that their parents had packed.
It had been years since she'd entered the woods and she wondered if he remembered her like she did him. Everyday her mind had the same questions that she never got to answer. It had gotten to the point where she was almost wishing for the chance to go to the woods. But she knew she couldn't. Too many factors prevented her from it.
"You really still remember that boy, huh?" Alya slipped a strawberry into her mouth.
"Of course I do!" Marinette blushed.
"Weren't you like eight when you met him? Nino asked as he ate a macaroon.
"I was ten," The bluenette pouted, "And I know he's real."
"We never said he wasn't," Alya chuckled, "I actually happened to see him once when I went there. But you have to be careful. This town's full of superstitious nutjobs."
"Like?" Marinette raised a brow.
"The Kurtzbergs," Nino spoke and Alya nodded.
"He's right, they're super superstitious," The brunette ate another berry, "Even the Bourgeois aren't that bad."
The others nodded in agreement before continuing to eat. Marinette sighed as she ate a cookie and gazed at the woods again. They were so close, yet so far.
"Let me guess," Chloe stomped up to them, her expensive yellow dress on, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng still has a crush on cat-boy."
"It's not a crush!" Marinette blushed as she glared at the blonde.
"Just leave her alone Chloe!" Alya balled her fists, "I mean it."
"Yeah," Nino agreed, "We're just chilling here on the bank, eating lunch. It's not like we're doing anything wrong."
"We'll see about that," The blonde huffed before walking away.
"All talk, no bite," Nino sighed as he ate a cookie.
"Tell me about it," Alya rolled her eyes, "Right Mari? Mari?"
The bluenette was standing right at the edge of the bank and looked as if she was in a daze. Her blue eyes were clear and she had a slight smile on her face, she stepped forwards.
"Careful," Both friends rushed to get her.
"Do you wanna drown?" Alya guided her away from the bank.
"I'm pretty sure they'd convince her of witchcraft more than drowning," Nino chuckled before Alya nudged him, "Ow!"
"I'm fine," The bluenette shook her head, "I just need to see Mr Fu and the kwamis."
"Those little kids?" Alya raised a brow.
The bluenette nodded.
"Ok, just be careful!" Alya waved and Nino did as well.
"I will!" Marinette called back as she went down the path.
...0o0...
"Ah, Marinette!" Mr Fu smiled as he spotted the bluenette, "Nice to see you, as always."
The bluenette smiled before looking at all of the kwamis.
There were nineteen of them, including Plagg, and they all had an unique look. Tikki had red and black hair, blue eyes and normally wore red and black; Wayzz had green hair, brown eyes and wore green; Duusu had blue hair, pink eyes and wore blue; Trixx had orange and white hair, purple eyes and wore orange, black and white; Pollen had jet black hair, blue eyes and wore yellow and black; Nooroo had light purple hair, eyes and often wore that color, and that was just to name a few.
"Marinette!" They all tackled her with a hug.
"Calm down, calm down," The old man chuckled, "Now, it's very nice of Marinette to visit. However she hasn't said why she's here."
"I'm here because I need some advice, well not advice, but I just need someone's opinion," The girl babbled.
"Marinette we know you're here because you want to talk about that mystery boy again," The kwamis giggled.
"It's so romantic!" Duusu pretended to faint and Nooroo caught her.
"No way! It's complete friendship!" Trixx huffed, "I can tell."
"Says the fox that said Alya and Nino were friends!" Pollen shot.
"Friendship!" Half of the kwamis yelled.
"Romance!" The other half shot back.
"What if they're just both?" Nooroo shrugged, only for both sides to glare at him.
"You know it's romance Nooroo," Duusu urged, "You trust me, right?"
"Don't listen to her Nooroo," Trixx scoffed, "Even Tikki and Wayzz are on my side."
"So what?" Pollen shouted and it erupted again.
The kwamis went into a full on tug of war. One side pulling Nooroo's left and the other pulling his right. All Marinete could hear and see was chaos. She looked at Mr Fu who pinched the bridge of his nose.
Suddenly, a loud whistle was heard and all of the kwamis froze looking at the source of the sound.
"Thank you," The old man sighed, "Now have any of you asked Marinette or you know who how they felt about this?"
"No," They all hung their heads.
"Exactly," The old man smiled, "Now, let's all discuss this topic, with Marinette's input."
All of the kwamis nodded and soon peace was restored in the household. Soon, they all began to converse about all sorts of topics unknowing of the man lurking outside and listening to their conversation.
...0o0...
"Bye!" All of the kwamis waved from the top floor window as the teen left.
"Bye!" Marinette smiled as they waved.
That had been a few hours ago. When the sun had began to set and the teen had set home. Now the home the kwamis resided in was burnt to ash and cinders. Nothing survived, everything was burnt to a crisp and the kwamis were nowhere to be seen.
Smoke filled the air and the scent of burning filled her nose. She coughed a little as the smoke entered her lungs. A tear rolled down the teen's cheek as she looked at the pile of burnt wood and ash. How could someone kill so many innocent people?
"To hell with the witches!" A person spat on the pile of rubble.
"They weren't witches!" Marinette cried out.
"They damn were," Another person spat on the rubble, "Always had something strange about 'em."
"They were children!" Tears of rage pricked her eyes.
"All the more deadly," They added on, "You'll understand one day. Unless you support those demons."
The girl remained silent, her fists clenched. She didn't want to waste any words on that bastard, on any of them. Alya was right, this town was full of superstitious nutjobs and the kwamis had to suffer at their wrath.
