A long, cold wind blew through the dark night sky. Dozens of tiny stars twinkled in the moonlight, reflecting off of windows and street lights. Between the buildings and through the trees, the night wind seemed to know exactly where it was headed, yet didn't at all. In a haphazard motion it strung a mysterious pattern, one known only to the Creator Himself. A dark shadow loomed over the city in a veil of black. Jumping from its perch on a tall, proud tree, it danced through the city. Off of buildings and streetlamps, it crept through the city with hardly a sound. Black boots touched concrete as it stopped on a Parisian rooftop; settling in, the figure crouched low as it peered into the home of our sweet, dear Ladybug. Headstrong and kind to a fault, she was fiery and always strived to do what was right. With two twin tails undone and pooled around her gentle face, she looked like a pale moon against a blanket of black night sky. Her lips glistened in the moon's steady glow; eyes shut, her lashes kissed her face in a feather-light touch, as if afraid to wake the sleeping princess. Cheeks dusted pink and throat long and pale, she was the very definition of beauty. Or, at least, in his mind anyway. Her kind deeds sprung forth in his mind, and he could feel his own cheeks warm at the thought of her. Never mind that she was right there in front of him - he could think of her all day and be content with just that.

His felt the corner of his mouth turn up in a sort of smile - a genuine one, not like the ones he showed the camera. And as he scanned the sleeping beauty with his piercing emerald eyes in her tank top and pink-flowered pajama pants, he thought that maybe he shouldn't be doing this. Maybe, just maybe, it was weird for him to be up here in the middle of the night on a girl's rooftop, watching her sleep, no less. He shook his head, golden locks tousled only slightly more than before. No, he thought. No, this wasn't right. Still, he could not bring himself to look away from her. Whether it was the steady rise and fall of her chest, or the faint smile playing on the corner of her lips, he felt himself being lulled into a sweet yet light slumber. Putting his elbow on his knee and his head in his hand, he allowed himself to watch her but a few moments longer.

Beautiful... he thought. She was graceful even in her sleep; a true vision with the sunlight playing on her porcelain skin, and an ethereal beauty with the moon kissing her cheeks. Her lips parted slightly - probably to make way for a light snore - though our hero remained blissfully unaware. His heart rate quickened as an idea intruded his still mind.

He couldn't - no, he wouldn't! He shook his head. It was simply too risky. Sighing heavily, he turned to leave, the black sole of his boots shifting on the concrete of the rooftop patio. Crouching just an inch more, he made to jump and make his way through the tall Parisian buildings to his rather cold and desolate home. His heart thumped loudly, knocking on his chest in that persistent way that told him to pay attention to what it had to say. One hard thump; then two. A pause. A few more, thumping loudly and in rhythmic cadence. His ear twitched, just like a cats, turning his attention to something behind him. His breath caught in his throat, refusing to give anything away... just like he refused to give any hint away concerning his poor, cracked heart.

He turned his head a margin - an inch, if that - then, slowly, turned his body in tandem with his head. Green met blue as pure shock stopped his heart. Fear soon followed, worried at what she might say to his sudden intrusion, to his unintentional invasion of her privacy. Her mouth sat open in an 'o' and her hands held the edge of her blanket; he did not miss the clench of her fingers or the tightening of her brows. Blue searched green as though for an answer, for some explanation as to why he was there in the first place. In truth, he didn't know. Why had he come here? For the life of him, he couldn't have given her an answer even if he had wanted to. Gulping loudly, the Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, beads of sweat began their slow descent down his face and neck as her bluebell eyes looked him up and down. This kind of scrutiny, he thought, should be illegal for making him so uncomfortable. He held his hands up near his head in surrender and, in what he hoped she would understand, apology. He gave her a nervous smile, the corner of his lips curling upwards as she continued her relentless search.

Why was he there? Didn't he ever sleep? she thought. Still... She didn't miss the gulp he took, or how he began to sweat under her perusal. Nor did she miss the silent apology in the raising of his hands, and the beads of sweat trailing down his skin as he waited for her answer. Still, she continued to "search" him. In truth, it didn't really matter to her that the cat had taken it upon himself to watch her as she slept. Though some would find it creepy, she couldn't bring herself to look at him through that lens. Though sometimes impulsive and, dare she say, rather childish, there was a certain endearing quality about this black cat that had her trusting him since day one. A small smile graced her lips, and she didn't fail to notice his shoulder droop slightly in relief, though his eyes still questioned...

Gazing into his emerald orbs, she let her smile grow only slightly as he awaited her next move. Feeling she had tortured him enough for tonight (though she would be sure to get back at him later for disturbing her slumber), she gave a slight nod in forgiveness. Shoulders drooping and arms coming to rest at his sides, the hero blew out a breath of relief. Eyes fluttering closed, it took a moment for his heart to slow along with his thoughts. She wasn't mad (thank goodness), but she would surely make him pay for his intrusion later. In any case, he had better bring her some new fabrics tomorrow, he reasoned. She had been working on a new dress, and she had desperately been in need of some new material to match the look she was going for. Eyes opening as his mind exited that train of thought, he gave her a genuine smile in light of her own. But, before he could stop himself, it quickly turned into his Cheshire grin that was so easy, so comfortable for him. Though he could never smile in such a way at home, it didn't come any less natural to him. Three fingers curled on his right hand, he held up the two remaining digits in a farewell salute before turning his back to the princess and bounding out of sight.

Princess? he thought. Not quite... though, as he pictured her sleeping face, angelic and serene, he realized that no other title would fit her more perfectly. Yes, he realized with a grin. She is a princess... And that is why, when he saw her the next day, he called her by her name sake (though, admittedly, with a bit of his own feline twist).

Bluebell eyes watched as the hero bounded away into the cold Parisian night, his shadow fading into the dark sky only to be smothered as he ducked behind a building. And as he faded from view, the princess, too sleep-deprived to care or even notice, couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she had seen those eyes before... on a different boy... One with golden hair and sun kissed skin... and such a sweet, angelic smile.