Day 13: Daydream

Another bright, sunny day in Paris. Another happy Chat Noir running along the rooftops.

As he ran, enjoying the day and his freedom, he stopped every once in a while just to glance down at the streets, populated by the good citizens, walking and driving along, making sure there was no trouble—akuma or otherwise.

Finding none, he kept going.

He hadn't meant to make another stop, not for at least another few minutes. But as he ran, he'd glanced down at a street and something caught his eye—or someone—stopping him in his tracks so quickly, he almost lost his balance and fell off of the roof.

It was Marinette.

His sweet and completely awesome classmate and friend.

She was walking down the sidewalk with her friends, Alya and Mylene. They were talking. Marinette was smiling. Then she was laughing. Even with his enhanced cat hearing, he was too far way to hear her. He loved the sound of her laugh.

A breeze blew by him, ruffling his wild blonde locks.

Then it blew down to where Marinette was. It ruffled her hair too.

He watched as her twin pigtails swayed in the wind ever so gently. Marinette's hair was short so there wasn't too much movement. It was still fairly short even without the pigtails.

Then he remembered the one time he'd seen her with her hair down. While the two of them, plus Kagami, were playing around in that ball pit on top of the Le Grand Paris Hotel. He and his fencing partner both agreed that her hair was beautiful while down.

Marinette was always beautiful, but there was something about seeing her hair down that just enhanced her beauty for him.

As he continued to look down at her, Chat wished that Marinette had her hair down right now. That breeze blowing by would make her hair flow around really nicely.

Chat wanted to see that so bad, he started imagining that she really did have her hair down and the wind really was blowing it around.

Waves of midnight blue hair, flowing on the breeze. Her sweet smile beaming up at him.

Then she'd wave to him. Calling him over.

Chat would of course come at once. Vaulting clear off the roof and landing gracefully on the sidewalk, right in front of her.

"A fine day to run into you, princess," he said charmingly, kneeling before her, taking her by the hand and kissing it. "A fine and rather windy day," he added before releasing her hand and stood tall again.

"I know. I lost my hair ties and my hair is just blowing everywhere," Marinette said as she fussed with her hair. "I must look a mess."

"Never," Chat told her honestly. "You look absolutely beautiful."

Marinette smiled but looked away from him, covering her cheeks with both her hands. "Oh stop, you're gonna make me blush," she said, flattered but embarrassed at the same time.

Chat smiled bigger. More mischievously. "Well, if that didn't make you blush, maybe this will."

Quick as a flash, Chat picked Marinette up into his arms and held her close just before jumping up to the top of a nearby building and started running again.

He just kept running, his princess in his arms, her beautiful hair whipping in the wind, hitting his face a bit—not that he minded at all—until they arrived at the Eiffel Tower.

The sun was just starting to set when they reached the top and he finally put Marinette down.

The view was breathtaking, but so was the sight of Marinette's hair flowing with the pink/orange sky behind her as he looked at her from the side. Her blue bell eyes gleaming with the reflecting traces of sunlight that was just about to disappear for the day.

He reached out to touch her soft, blue locks…

…then a car horn snapped him back to reality.

Chat Noir wasn't on top of the Eiffel Tower anymore. He never was. He was still on that rooftop. It was still the middle of the day. He looked down at the sidewalk but Marinette was gone. She and her friends must have kept walking without him even noticing.

He was too busy day dreaming.

Sighing wistfully, Chat continued on with his run across Paris.

See u tomorrow =^.^=