That voice.
That voice that brought him an inexplicable serenity and tranquility.
Those two green eyes filled with worry, to be a part of a small, genuine smile.
Chloé's eyes diverted Chat Noir's attention to Ladybug, whose arms were crossed, maintaining a serious feature. For her, it was clearly a sign that she had done something very, very wrong. Occasionally, the heroine looked away or she found herself tempted by the sweetness of her partner's voice and would direct an affectionate smile towards him.
Around the girl, there were journalists and commentators elated with the enormous popularity that they would have to achieve when filming the daughter of André Bourgeois. Her trademark white trousers were still wet, although she was rescued by the pair of heros at least half an hour ago.
The hero's reassuring words seemed to have the same effect as that of a lullaby. They were so genuine and sweet, Chloé was already starting to get angry.
- Yes, yes, cat. - she commented, making a blunt gesture - you say that to make me feel better, don't you?
Chat Noir was surprised. Knowing her friend's temper, it was pretty much like something she would say. Yet, in the eyes of an icy blue could distinguish a certain regret, as small it could seems. As she looked directly at them, she quickly swerved her face, placing a lock behind her ear.
- No Chloé. I'm telling you because it's true. - he explained patiently, looking at his partner beside him - Isn't true, m'lady?
However, Ladybug didn't seem to be that interested.
- Yeah, you are... pretty much... you know...
Chloé drew a proud smile as the heroine struggled not to look at her.
- See how even Ladybug agrees with me Chloé? - he told her as if he were singing a lullaby for a sad child that lost her mother - We know you have the potential for heroin. You faced everybody and everything for your mother's recognition.
Chloé lowered his head, staring at the magical jewel that died little by little in her two white hands. Then she looked again at those pair of green eyes that brought her a certain serenity and security. He smiled at her.
- You should have tried to get attention in a differente way... - Ladybug didn't seem to find a word that described what happened, while Chat Noir turned his head in the direction of his partner - less flashy you know? - she lowered her head: she recognized her mistake - If you have a problem with your mother, it's not up to us or to Paris to solve them. - she argued impatiently while Chat Noir started to worry about them - Probably she did not even -
- That's ladybug. - he immediately rebuked as soon he noticed Chloé's sorrow - We already understand that what she did is not correct. You don't have to point out in front of everyone. - then he turned again to the low-haired girl, putting her hand on her right shoulder - She's right you know? I don't know your mother, but...
Chloé crossed his arms uncomfortably, making a blunt gesture so that the boy would remove his hand from his shoulder.
- I know, I know. - she said as she suppressed a thin transparent tear - I think that enough of the audience is not true? - she exclaimed referring to the curious journalists who were beginning to gather - Go, go away! Or I'm going to call Daddy! - she threatened to take his phone out of her purse.
Faced with the so-called threat of André Bourgeois's daughter, they quickly retired into the vans parked in front of the school they attended. Ladybug rolled her eyes impatiently: she hoped the damn earrings would start beeping to get out of that place.
Chat Noir took the girl's arm, intending to help her to stand, being rejected with some disdain for it. He defended himself, saying he only intended to help him get up and asked if he wanted him to take him home.
- No, i'm not. You're ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! - she protested while shaking the dust of the clothes she was wearing - But Ladybug can take me home! - the girl exclaimed with both hands together - She's my best friend! - she told him while touching him with his finger on his chest. Ladybug did a desperate and forced smile.
Chat Noir winked twice, looking at his partner and for Chloé. He soon understood the problem.
- Oh I'd love to take you home, best... friend. - she gesticulated quickly - But it turns out that I'm about to destransform - Ladybug reported with a forced smile, pointing to the earrings that whistled - So - snapped her fingers - Chat can take you home, right kitty?
- Of course bugaboo. - Chat Noir nodded affirmatively - I just hope that here the queen bee is not afraid of heights - he winked and the girl rolled her eyes.
- Duuh was heroine, cat. Stop being ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! - she told him with disdain - Byee Ladybug, call me! - Chloé began to wave frantically as soon the heroine approached her partner to say goodbye.
- Goodbye minou - she winked at him, casting the yo-yo, completely ignoring Chloé.
His gaze fell off the boy who smiled like a complete idiot to his partner who disappeared through the rooftops. The two green eyes smiled on the horizon.
For that reason, Chloé approached.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey earth calls cat! - she napped her fingers in front of the hero's face - Hello? Are you taking me home or not? - the girl crossed her arms indignantly, drawing the attention of Chat Noir.
- P-pardon? - he retorted confused and unrelated.
- Yes, yes, it is already known that Ladybug is beautiful, wonderful and everything - she gesticulated with impatience - We all know that you like her and everything. It's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, but anyways. - Chloé sighed very tired - Are you taking me home or not, cat?
Chat Noir scratched his nape a little embarrassed, laughing.
- I'm sorry, Chloé. But when you like someone like that very much, you will understand why I act this way - he commented smiling and lowered himself with the intention of taking it in your arms.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?! - she scolded him, hitting him in the arm with his wallet as soon as he found himself in the hero's arms.
Chat Noir put his stick down.
- I advise you to hold on tight - he said to him with a smile - The first time I used it, I threw up as soon as I got home - the boy confessed remembering that sad scene and soon the girl hugged the boy's neck.
- That's it, that's it. Now hurry up, or you're fired!
- Yes, we'll soon get to your room, queen - Chat Noir rolled his green eyes before throwing himself on to the roofs.
As Chat Noir predicted, Chloé screamed in horror every time the hero went down and climbed up with his stick. What quieted her was the tin and familiar scent from the boy's neck. It looked like the smell of his little Adrikins, too similar and reminded him of the meaning of friendship and family.
- For first time - he began when they put their feet on the ground, closing the stick - you even behaved very well - he winked.
- Well. Yes... - she looked away, while playing with the golden chain of her bag - Why don't you go inside for a bit? - Chloé offered smiling.
Chat Noir blinked in confusion, but then smiled.
- I'd love to Chloé - he confessed, scratching the back of his neck - But I happen to have to go before I destransform and-
- Here, cat - she handed him a completely white box - it was for my mother, but she doesn't even know my name - she laughed, almost sad - I think... I was wrong about you. After all.
- I... thank you Chloé - he thanked a little surprised, putting away the small gift - don't worry about it, not everything is what it seems - he winked.
- In fact. - she agreed, laughing.
Afterwards, they both sighed, exchanging indecipherable looks for a few moments.
- It's a shame you're not our partner. You would make an amazing heroine, Queen Bee. - he said - Well, it's better if I get going, see you around queen - the hero winked before leaving the balcony.
Chloé smiled, she smiled until she found something on the floor that had slipped out of the hero's pocket. Chloé ran to catch the boy, but it was he was already too far. So she decided to scream.
- Alley cat! You forgot about it! This... - she took a closer look at that object.
It was something like a key chain, most likely handmade.
- Wait, I've seen this somewhere... - she reflected aloud - It can't be... - her blue eyes widened as she realized what it was.
It was the damn bracelet that Dupain-Cheng had given Adrikins for good luck, or something like that.
And that only meant one thing, either Chat Noir was Adrien's friend or... he was Adrien himself.
As she closed the huge balcony window and lay down on the bed, Chloé realized that the second option would make the most sense.
Her little Adrikins was that alley cat.