Kikkie:
Okay…you may hate me for this, and I will accept that! The last chapter was meant to be the end of the story and part two was going up on Wattpad. But shit happened and I did nether of those things. Yes, I know, how do you forget to click the complete button on a story. Especially when people have been messaging you for so long. The answer, shit happens.
You are all allowed to send your hate comments to me and what knots, I shall accept them! I fucked up and I am sorry. The good news of this will be the next MLB story will be this sequel. The bad news is, the story will be on Watt-Pad. Although that is not considering too much of bad news. But anyway, I will give you a sneak peek of the next story!
"Why is my son in a duffle bag and smells like shame?" Gabriel asked as Marinette drags the unconscious young man, who was still in a tight zipped up camping bag into the older male's office. The young woman dress, once a beautiful masterpiece made by her hands, now looked like rags and a trash bag.
"I may or may not have taken a pound of cocaine from your house and drizzled it all over the powder donuts my mom made for the fashion show," Marinette explains as she unzips the bag even further, allowing Adrien to move a bit more in his sleeping state…or drugged out state, even Marinette didn't know.
"Oh my god, are you the reason everyone is running around Paris screaming their heads off!?" Nooroo shouted as he hands the phone to Gabriel to show him the exact thing he had just said. Many civilians were running a Paris half-naked. Somewhere chasing each other to the streets, others were licking light poles…and that's about all I have to say really. The rest should not be said.
"Oh my god…" Gabriel muttered as his eyes widen and his hand gently rest on his mouth. "Half of Paris is high on cocaine…"
"I don't know what's worse. This happening, or that everyone says the word tooken! Tooken is not a word!" Nat muttered before looking down at Adrien, checking to see if the sleeping figure was truly fine.
"Not today Nat!" Gabriel shouted before turning his attention to Marinette. "And you! How dare you kidnap my son! You have no right to kidnapping my son!"
"You mean saving him from the wicked witch of the west? Honestly, this is like a fairy tale!" Marinette says as she tries to look at the positive of the situation.
"What fairytale has the princess gets drugged and then kidnapped by her prince?" Nat asked.
"Wait a minute…" Gabriel started. "Where did you get a pound of cocaine? All of the drugs went down in the wreckage after the idiots crashed my plane!"
"Idiots!?" Tikki shouted back. "This coming from the man who ordered us to fly all the way to Miami with a plane full of guns and cocaine!? Let alone a tank that was barely enough to get us over the North Atlantic ocean!?"
"Says the woman who threw half the drugs into the ocean!" Nooroo shouted.
"We were going to America to sell drugs and guns to local mafia! And that is if we didn't get caught by the police!" Tikki shouted.
"No, instead you just crash the plane in Key West beach area," Gabriel growled.
"So how did the plane crazy again?" Nat asked. Both Nooroo and Tikki glance at each other before saying:
"Plagg was flying." They both said at the same time. Gabriel closes his eyes for a bit before opening them to say:
"How are we criminals?" Gabriel muttered to himself in shame. Disappointed at the very moment in his life. The feeling of failure was so great that he didn't notice Adrien's eyes were opening. Sitting up, he rubs his eyes a bit before looking over to his father to ask:
"Where's Plagg?"
