It's whumptober :D. I got to post something!
It is going to be for all members of the love square and the miraculous team, i'm a simple woman, okay?
Wish me luck!
What do you want?
This hurts.
What's happening?
You're insane
...
Listen, I just wanted to get my phone.
But I wasn't a particularly lucky man- I blame Plagg (he is loaded with centuries of bad luck).
It only took a millisecond to understand what was going on.
Gorilla grunted then swung his fists one more time, I disarmed them using the blunted sword I still carried from fencing, smacking a few with the flat of the blade. Soon our assaulters are defeated and as Gorilla calls the police to pick them up, a series of grunts and swears, I double back to school and race up the stairs and past my peers.
Shouting a few 'byes' and 'in a rush see you later's along the way.
I round to the boy's locker room and dig around for my phone.
I. Can't. Find. It.
I looked under the benches.
In the bathroom.
In the lockers.
Even in the showers- though god, forbid I never use them.
Should I report a missing phone?
Should I tell father?
Maybe I should give it another day- maybe someone will return it to me?
"Adrien!"
I turn towards her, my panic already receding, as Marinette rushes towards me. She was waving something with her fist but it was moving too much for me to identify what it was but as she stumbled into and out of my arms I realized, Marinette was very pretty.
I always knew, of course.
But I didn't really know- didn't notice it.
She had very pretty blue eyes, blue intertwined with silver and grey. Sometimes dark and complete and sometimes bright and soft, sharp or sweet. Just like her. And her lips? Not that I pay much attention to female lips- but I knew she had really pretty pouty lips. Her nose had freckles, but not a smatter, a delicate sprinkling- like she had stars on her face.
Her skin was clear and always had the glow of being happy, the flush of excitement.
And her body? Lithe and athletic, muscles under a soft exterior. I knew only because of all the times she had fallen into my arms grabbing her waist so many times I was bound to notice how hard her stomach was.
She was gorgeous.
So why was it hitting me right now?
I clench and unclench my fists, "H-Hey Mari"
She grinned up at me.
Adorable- notice how she was at the perfect height for me. I could just lean down a bit and kiss her- okay Romeo slow down.
Marinette is just a friend.
A sweet hot friend.
Just a friend.
That you want to kiss.
Just. A. Friend.
That's got really long eyelashes.
Just. A. Friend.
Who somehow cheered me up when I was down- without doing anything.
Just by existing.
Not- just a friend.
It was a funny realization, "Marinette- what do you think of love?"
"W-What?"
"What do you think it is?"
She smiles sweetly, her eyes getting a distance look "It's when you chose someone- you look at someone and you might not know when it happened- you might not have wanted it to happen- but you know that 'i chose you. Without knowing it, without expecting it, one day I woke up- one day I saw you and I chose you'." She tilts her head, her smile mild "Why do you ask?"
"I just- I wanted to see if our ideas matched up."
She handed me my phone, "What's your idea?"
"I believe that love is often times love is confused with attraction and compatibility- I think that sometimes people can catch your eye with their beauty, your mind with their intelligence or your soul with their presence. But I think the person who can catch all of that without doing anything- that's the person who captures your heart. And that's special so you've got to fight for it."
"And what if they don't want you to fight for it?"
"I- I don't know."
She smiles teasingly, leaning forward, her hands on her hips "No one ever rejected you? It's cool- I know if someone told you they weren't interested you'd respect that."
"Why do you figure that?" I ask her.
She smiles at me fondly, "Because you're too kind to purposefully hurt someone."
Her cheeks were red and her hands moving crazily, empahsising her point "No! I like you-sure! But just as a friend, you know. I don't like like you!"
.
"Me? Have a crush on you? No way!"
.
She looks up and something in her melts as she meets Luka's gaze, "Hi" she says shyly. A softness that was never there when she talks to me.
Wow, this sucks. Marinette doesn't like me- she's made it clear, over and over. And she just made it clear that she wouldn't like it if I pursued her despite her feelings.
I pocket my phone and give her my widest grin.
"Thanks Mari, hey- how did you get my phone?"
-.-.-
"Thanks Mari," he wrings his hands, his eyes held a nervousness I wasn't used to seeing "hey- how did you get my phone?"
Why?
Why couldn't he just blindly receive the phone?
Why must he question my kindness?
I clear my throat, "I-kindastoleit"
He blinks, "You.. what?"
"I kindastoleit."
"What?"
"I STOLE IT!" I hollered, then buried my face in my hands- because I just screamed in a crowded hallway. About stealing.
He looks at me confusedly, a slight smile on his lips "You stole my phone from me?"
"No," I huff "I stole it from the stranger who had it."
He was grinning now, "You stole it back for me?"
He was still wringing his hands.
I hold them, trapping both of them between both of mine, he stills.
"Why are you so jumpy today?" I ask him, letting his hands fall limply back to his sides "Did something happen?"
"Just contemplating my existence" Adrien winks.
"Ah, just a Tuesday case of Existential Crisis?"
He slings an arm around my shoulder and it felt right- his heavy muscular hard arm- I swallowed back the butterflies "You know me so well."
We keep walking, ignoring the curious looks- because , gasp Adrien is around Marinette and she's still functioning?
I was so caught up in him, his touch his laugh, his smell that I didn't notice the cop cars until they were only 3 feet away, I stop abruptly, "Woah."
He looks confused and he stops too, facing me, his arm no longer around me.
"What?"
I nod at the cop cars, "See, cop cars."
"And...?"
I frown, "Aren't you worried someone got hurt?"
"No, I was there- the jerks are the ones that got hurt."
A gasp is ripped out of my throat, "You were there? And you didn't think to tell me?"
"It's not a big-"
"What were they even doing? The jerks, I mean?"
"They..." he looks at the ground- his high cheekbones flushing "were trying to kidnap me."
It took me an extra minute or so to process his words.
"Oh."
Oh.
OH!
OH MY GOD!
"Are you okay?" I check him for blood and poke his chest, testing for bruises.
"I'm fine- again I go out of it scot free."
How did he not get the gravity of this situation? Does he not realize what those men, (and maybe women I can't tell) were trying to do?
They were trying to hurt him!
Strangers were trying to hurt him.
On their own free will.
"That's not the point, Adrien" I stress out "those men were trying to hurt you."
He scratches his head, "No harm, no foul"
No harm, no foul?
Ha!
Ha Ha!
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" I wipe the tears of laughter from my face, "That was a good one, I actually thought you were serious for a second."
I grin at him, my grin fades seeing his awkward face.
He wasn't joking.
"Adrien, that mindset isn't very safe. These attacks-how often are they?"
"Once a year- maybe twice."
"And are they similar?"
"No, not really."
"This is bad or good- god Adrien you can't just be this aloof about something this serious."
Adrien blushes, "I don't mean to be- but to me it's just not something worth stressing over- they never get a scratch on me."
"What if they keep attacking until they-untill they- what if they don't stop until they hurt you?"
"They never have." And before I can protest this he leans in and hugs me, whispering "Don't worry about it, Marinette! Bye."
He pecked my cheek, eyes soft and smile sweet.
I blink, my cheeks heating, unable to speak.
He disappears into his limo and off he goes.
God, does he always look that good when he jogs away? His hair just shifts a tad, his bag hitting his side. The blade strapped to his back reflecting the sunlight- his but. NOPE- eyes above the equator.
Adrien is a model human not a model piece of meat.
I repeat; Adrien is a model human not a model piece of meat.
Then it crashes- Adrien is being targeted.
By multiple hate groups or one big intelligent one. It's possible that there are a bunch of people who dislike Adrien and would look like to mess up his pretty face. Or that there was one bigger group that was smart enough to scatter their attacks and disguise their men.
Isn't it just so convenient that Adrien coming to school in search of his stolen phone at the same time he was ambushed.
Oh god, and the idiot doesn't care.
What if this was the type of attack in where they'll keep attacking until they're succesfull?
What's it called again? Ugh! That doesn't matter!
Adrien is in danger!
Possibly.
Maybe.
There's a slight chance.
Like 0.2%
But that's 0.2% too much!
Adrien Agreste you might not think you are in danger- but I do. I'll look out for you- just not in the creepy stalker way.
-.-.-
Oh god- I can't believe I did that. After convincing myself that I wouldn't force my feelings unto her.
What do I do?
Just that!
I kissed her on the cheeks.
I held her hands (well, she initiated it purely out of concern for me)
I draped my arm over her lovely shoulders.
I am such a jerk.
No wonder Marinette hated me for so long she knew what kind of person I am- deep down.
I'm a jerk.
But it was a craving I couldn't explain- a need to touch. To be close. Too be honest she didn't seem to mind all that much.
Or at all.
She probably just thinks I was being friendly.
Duh.
I was contemplating my terribleness on the entire limo ride, wordlessly getting in the limo without even sparing Gorilla a look- which of course, was my first mistake.
Stumbling out of the limo, I eagerly rushed to Nathalie- praying she'll have something that can keep my mind occupied, my hands busy. Maybe she'll scold me! Maybe father, himself, will take time out of his 'busy' schedule and scold me. Then I could forget the fact that my good friend Marinette is a young attractive women with a beautiful heart and kind soul. At least temporarily, it was only until I was 5 feet away that I realized Nathalie wasn't Nathalie.
It was a woman very similar to Nathalie- but not her. This woman had a thinner nose and bolder eyebrows. Her jaw was also a degree more protruding.
I paused, then stumbled back.
Who was this?
Backing up into a bouncy belly that couldn't be G's.
Plus G never smells of cigar smoke. He smelled of deodorant and aftershave. I should know- his scent is always blasted around the limo due to him directing three of the AC at his armpits.
I don't judge.
I peeked up at the man who was not G, I could try squeezing a nerve and immobalizing him but his double chin would make that hard to find. And I don't think I could reach it- and i'm pretty dam tall.
They were still waiting for my next move- I had to get out of here.
Ducking away from fake G I darted to the gate but he was quicker- and when I notice where his hands are knew.
I was so screwed.
He squeezed the nerve and I prayed they'd catch my body before I hit the floor.
It went black before I found out.
...
It smelled of oranges was the first coherent thought I had.
Then,
Where am I?
What's happening?
What do they want?
Ransom?
Money?
Entertainment?
My...and i'm not trying to be obnoxiously overconfident..but my body?
I know I have a really nice body- but it's really my face that is so special. Plenty of people have a nice body. And what can you do with a face really?
Nothing, that's what!
Around this time I realized I was bound in rope- tightly knotted. The chair I was on was metal, not wood. It was cold, all my clothes are still on me. My rings still on my finger- which thank god.
"Plagg" I hissed in my best ventriloquist impression "get out of there you stinky cat."
"Kid...are you okay?"
I look at his green and black cat eyes, "No."
He winces but I was already at it, "I'm tied up, locked up, kidnapped and who knows where and- and i'm terrified. I'm hungry and worried for G and Nathalie- what if they're dead? And- Marinette was right and she'll probably feel guilty even though she has absolutely no reason to feel guilty. This place reeks of oranges and-"
"Okay, that's understandable but you can't transform."
"Why not?"
"Cameras."
"Destroy them!"
"I can't use my magic on something as mundane as destroying a camera," Plagg looked more adult than ever, his paw on his hips.
"Then punch it!"
"Adrien, calm down. I will leave to find out where exactly you are- i'll come back and tell you then i'll got to Master Fu and have him summon Ladybug."
He looked terrified too- and instantly I felt shame for yelling. I didn't need to yell. It wouldn't solve anything and..and it unsettles people.
Seeing me angry, I mean.
They always got this look in their eye like I was a feral monster.
I close my eyes, tilting my head back "Sounds like a plan- sorry for yelling."
"I don't blame you for your fear- this is scary." Giving me a scared smile, he whispers "Be back in a few minutes."
"Plagg" I whisper, before he can fully go through the ceiling.
"Yes, kid?"
"I love you."
That was a bit dramatic- i'm not going to die.
"Ugh, and you say i'm the cheesy one."
But I see his smile and I know he loves me back.
Dragging my eyes around the room I take in the surroundings and I find the source of the orange smell. Tangerine peels all over the room. Hay was also on the floor- but god knows for what.
The ceiling looked firm and unbreakable.
The walls firm too.
I try to find cameras but I can't find them.
I give it a day before i'm found.
I'm pretty sure my dad has me bugged (not that he gave any indication of this but it sounds like something he would do). And someone had to have witnessed the whole spectacle, (Nathalie should be able to report this- if she was alive.) Ladybug can find me, or maybe she doesn't know of my existence. Someone might get akumatized and use their evil powers for good and find me! (hey, it's happened before).
"Hey handsome."
I lift my gaze from the stiffening drying, crumbling, deteroting, smelly orange peels all around.
"Adrienne."
She swoons, "You remember!"
...
I don't know how long i've been here.
Haven't seen the sun in a while and the lights are always wrong. Meals come spontaneously, but I must have been here for more than 2 weeks. Because at the end of each day (for me) Adrienne comes by and tries to nurse me back to health.
Key word, tries.
I refuse to talk to her.
Look at her.
And if she touches me I hiss or snap my teeth at her.
Every time she gives me that look, like i've wounded her. Like she doesn't understand why i'm so cold to her.
The look people give me when they think i'm being irrational.
Except i'm not.
They took Plag away- by taking my ring from my finger.
Adrienne wear it in a necklace around her throat.
I'm relieved, because if she wore it on her finger she'd know.
Everyone will know.
No one can know.
That i'm Chat Noir, that is.
Thank god, she likes wearing her lacy gloves so much.
I despise her.
More than I do my beaters.
They, at least are just following orders- even if they enjoy it a little too much.
She is doing this because she wants too.
"Adrienne?"
Adrienne was my number one fan, she held parties to my name. Changed her name to match my name and dyed her perfectly fine brown hair to match my shade of blond. She always scared me- with her frantic eyes, ear piercing shrieks and buzzing body. The way that under her wide frantic eyes there seemed to be one single thing. Nothing else. Want.
She swoons, "You remember!"
"How can I forget my #1 stalker?"
She flinches.
Like I hurt her.
Hello?
I'm the one tied to a chair.
"That's not very nice, Adrien." She traces the side of my face with her finger, I jerk my head away "You are always so nice."
I meet her brown-eyed stare, she'd be pretty if she weren't crazy "Turns out being kidnapped then manhandled can make a man not so nice."
She pouts, biting on her lip. If she expected me to look at her lip she was sadly mistaken. I hated that habit, on anyone but Marinette- she makes it work, "They manhandled you? Who were they i'll-"
"I'm pretty sure you very much know who they are" I grit out.
She tossed her head and picked at a clementine I hadn't noticed her holding, peeling it little by little. Averting my eyes to the other clementines on the floor- what happened down here? I'm guessing she spent a lot of time down here. Picking at her clementines, she clearly didn't do that great a job of cleaning out her space. My eyes wander to the cot on the floor.
Did she sleep here?
Was she going to sleep there? Staring at my chair all night?
I wouldn't put it past her.
I'm not being too judgemental either- I've had a few unpleasant encounters with Adrienne.
Some including her stalking my friends, stealing my fencing clothes and somehow sneaking into a lunch meeting with me and Marinette.
I was especially salty about the last one- I guess now I know why.
"What are you doing?" My voice breaks and I feel my resolve to keep cool crumble "Why- what do you want from me?"
She looks up from her fruit, she was down to the last slice and pulp was stuck in between her front teeth when she grinned at me hopefully "I want you to love me."
"And I can't leave till I do?"
Her smile was so crazily radiant that goosebumps prickled my skin,"Once I get you to love me, Adrien Agreste- I will never let you go."
-.-.-
3 weeks, 4 days, 17 hours and 32 minutes since I last saw Adrien.
3 weeks, 3 days, 17 hours and 31 minutes since he was officially claimed kidnapped.
17 night-long trips around Paris (All of it).
8 absences.
64 missed calls.
We haven't found him.
Not a trace.
How is that even possible?
How is any of this even possible?
I'll tell you how.
You had to drug Gorilla- and have someone else drive Adrien to the mansion (with a believable excuse or story).
You had to beat up then drug Nathalie, a trained black belt, then something.
That's all we knew- and we're lucky to have that much. The drugs in Gorilla's system would have killed an average man. But thanks to his humonguossnes he was able to gain consciousness long enough to call an ambulance and report that he was hurt and not with Adrien. And Nathalie? She was dangled over a tank of water- she would have drowned had she not had her nail literally sharpened to a point.
Gabriel Agreste is furious vowing to destroy anyone who had dared touch his son.
Hawkmoth was going crazy too.
Akumitazatins left and right- but none of them were very good. I've even let some go on for a bit longer than necessary hoping for them to lead me to Adrien. They, so far, have been useless.
And the worst piece of news?
Chat Noir has been missing too.
And I know why.
How in the world do you lose a limo?
I was still running over rooftops- the Agreste mansion was silent and I was half-hoping there was a good explanation like maye the whole family is having dinner at the Bourgeois Hotel.
They're not, I already checked.
I rested above a factory, pressing my hand over my nose. I chose the worst pace to stop- about to launch to a different destination a voice gave me pause. It was boyish and timeless and familiar.
It was Plagg- Chat Noir's kwami.
"Plagg? What are you doing here? Is Chat-"
"Adrien is in danger! He is being held hostage iiiiiiiiiiiin-" and with panicked eyes and breathless face he was zapped elsewhere. Sucked back into a ring that was taken off Chat's finger- except, except Plagg said Adrien is in trouble.
But so is Chat.
Either Chat was taken down when attempting to protect Adrien or- or- or Chat Noir is Adrien. Adrien is Chat Noir. They are each other and-and they are in danger.
I gaze over Paris looking for anything that might put two and two together. I've done something stupid and took out all the kwamis. I'm wearing the miraculouses right now. Not using them- not transforming into anything but Ladybug. But currently the kwamis are looking through all of Paris. It's a good strategy except wearing the miraculous for more than an hour is agonizing.
And it took a week to convince Master Fu to let me do this- it took another week to bear it.
We have searched most of Paris- and still nothing.
The possibility that they left Paris and are in some other parts of France. I'd never find him in time- then i'd have to recruit the team and let them know of Chat's identity. I already have Alya tracking down plenty of people asking for their take on it. Max has hacked into a few public cameras. But we still haven't scratched the surface. I'll have to do it the hard way then- i'll have to tell the team.
I was just about to make my first call when my phone starts ringing.
Answering it I say, "Chloe, I know we called a truce but I really don't have time-"
"I have a lead. Get the team together and tell Max and Alya to bring their computers."
She hangs up before I can get another word out- but it didn't matter. I was speechless and breathless and there was a thudding ache in my stomach that I suspected had to do with the miraculous exposure.
I sit and start making the calls.
Here are responses;
What? I'm on my way to the Bourgeois suite! Gurl, she better not be pulling our legs or else we'll be down one.
Guess from who?
Dudette? What? WHAT? On my way!
Guess from who?
Oh, how? How did she find something before me? Forget it, actually- i'm not surprised. I'm already half-way there.
I don't know how that is even possible but Max isn't a liar.
I can't recall what exactly happened after that- we met up. Chloe told me about Adrien's obsessive stalker, how she knew way much more about Adrien than normal and how she has been posting more about him lately. (I faintly remember a blonde girl interrupting my and Adrien's lunch date- it wasn't an actual date. He was really upset about it.) How she had someone follow her and how they found out her father is the head of a notorious gang.
Then I brought out the miracle boxes.
It was Saturday and her social media suggested that she was at a the theatre showing- we waited for her to leave the building.
Then followed her.
We ended up somewhere a little outside of Paris, a large warehouse.
Plenty of men were stationed at the entrance. They were acting casual but I saw the lump that indicated firepower. But Alya had us hidden from sight.
The men suffered a faint concussion and we were in- and then.
We heard the sounds of screams.
It was both girl and boy. Different ages, and it was sickening. Carapace bounded off one hallway an Rene followed him just to run down another hallway. They were going to follow the screams.
Chloe and Max turned to me, Chloe who still hasn't regained color from seeing the place and telling me about where Adrien was. There was some heat in her cheeks though, she and Max were standing shoulder to shoulder. Almost the same height, the difference being that Chloe has stopped growing. Max still had some way to go before he stops.
I point them down two hallways and tell them to call if they need backup ad if they find Adrien. Or his miraculous. They assured me they would.
I go down the same hallway as Queen Bee, and split off when it splits. The ground was going down, the walls smelling more of horse and oranges and musk. I run even harder because who knew this might be it- another grunt sound and it sounds young and masculine and like Adrien.
But that might be mind playing trick on me.
Further down the hallway, a door slams open and I swing up to the wall. The man who leaves the room was big and ugly and had a bloodied fist. But the blood didn't look like his.
Further down in the opposite direction where he was coming from familiar blond hair catches my eye.
The girl.
Adrienne, she was smiling a hopeful smile- which just made me sick, because what could she possibly want. What more could she take?
And I knew- I knew who was in the room and I swung in, ready to destroy whoever stood in my way- but no one did. Besides Adrien, except I didn't recognize him at first. His bones seemed to protrude from his body and his clothes hung off his body, his hair was so dirty it was nearly brown. His eyes were red-rimmed- he was hunched over a pile of hay and was clutching his stomach holding himself up with one arm. His body shaking with the effort.
My heart broke. My breath left me as he nearly collapses on top of his vomit.
"Adrien-"
I rushed forward as he looked up, his eyes crinkling.
His shaky smile broke my heart again. It looked broken like a sloppily built tower built by a toddler destined to crash and be destroyed.
Her broken heart pieces pierced her lungs when she saw blood drip out of it.
"W-what happened to you?"
"Ah! Mi'lady! You're back!" His smile was still bloody and shaky when he said "You look very real."
-.-.-
How cruel, she appears right now, when I am beaten and shook. Couldn't my mind fool me later?
Would she disappear as soon as I ask her a question? Probably so, she has before.
Then again, in his dreams she's never looked this wretched, she stumbled foeward and started cleaning me up, checking my pulse, brushing my bangs back "You'll be fine," she whispers "we'll be fine, Kitty."
My eyes, which have shut, flew open. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, ignoring the protest of my sore stomach "How do you know?"
"How could I not?"
"Once I get you to love me, Adrien Agreste- I will never let you go."
"I guess we'll be here for a while" I spit out.
That's when the touching started and I did what I could- shift plenty, shuffle away, snap my jaw, hiss at her, make ever disgusted face I knew but she wouldn't stop. She traced my jaw, then my spine, then my arm and stopped on my ring finger. Swiftly, with her eyes on me, she pulled it off. I kicked her in the stomach so she wouldn't see the flash that always followed.
In that millisecond, with her bent over in pain, my eyes met Plaggs. And I saw the raw horror reflecting back at me.
She straightened, panting, and she marched out. Seconds later, poor imitation of ex-villains came in.
And they showed me the hot taste of pain.
It burned in the back of your throat it stirred in you stomach. It clouded your eyes and scrubbed your cheeks raw. It tasted of iron and salt and whatever vomit taste still lingered in my mouth.
Sometimes they took turns, passing me around like I was a toy or a punching bag.
Sometimes they all came at the same time, and so I had to feel how a kick to the gut and a punch to shoulder felt like.
They weren't allowed to hurt my face.
Then Adrienne would come and
"Do you love me today?" she asked, like she asked the day before and before that.
I ignore her, and just shift my attention to another tangerine peel. I've almost forgotten how overwhelming the scent is.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!" she moans childlishly but I don't care. If she thinks whining can get me to talk to her she is sadly mistaken eventually she just stands fro her cot, "Well... I guess i'll leave you to someone else's company."
I know what that means.
"Why? Why would you do this to me?"
She smiles at me softly, I flinch.
"I love you! I've loved you since you were 6 and first modeling- you are my everything!"
She must not be satisfied by my disgusted expression since she plows forward "All my life i've been told to stay on this room, trapped by my own family. No matter what all I had were a bag of tangerines and my own company, you my sweet Adrien were a beacon in my dark years. And next year I'm going to leave- going to college and they offered me anything for my silence and all I wanted...was you."
I wasn't impressed by her speech and I let her know.
The next day when the men came in with baseball bats I knew how she felt about that.
I didn't think she broke me- not once. Not even when she did my bones and colored my flesh with yellow, green, blue and purple. Not even when I felt her stare at me all night, at first when I was tied to my chair but eventually I was too weak to even walk 5 feet on my own. So I was lain on a stack of hay since I kept rolling away when she tried to guide me to her bed and she stared at me while I lay there too.
But seeing Ladybug, feeling her hold me. Call me 'mon chaton', cooing that I was strong and how help was on the way and so was the police. How soon i'll be safe. That broke me, because the toppled shriveled thing called hope was reignited and I knew if it was stamped out it'd hurt.
"Milady, Adrienne wears my ring around her neck. She doesn't know I'm-" I turned to the side and emptied my stomach.
"I'll fix it," she swears, but her voice shook too as she accessed my injuries.
...
I pass out, am no help whatsoever. But I hear voices, hear them as i'm taken to the hospital.
Plagg's, I'm going to burn them all to the ground!
Marinette's, Adrien! Just squint, on a scale of Papercut to Imma-Kill-A-Bitch, how bad is it?
Adrienne's, Adrien! How could you- ow!
Chloe's, Adrikins- .were .is .she?
Adrienne's, just a scream I knew was hers
Nino's, Dude, I- oh god. I think he's vomiting blood, someone flip him or he'll choke on his vomit.
Later much quieter, I got you, dude. They can't hurt you- they'll have to pry you out of my cold dead hands.
Alya's, someone is going to die nd her name rhymes with psychotic bitch
Then sirens, then silence.
...
"You need to eat breakfast," the nurse insists.
"I can't"
The nurse writes something down, and then nudes the strawed cup towards me, "Drink the juice, at least."
I don't want to but I do.
I throw up as soon as I take the first sip.
Not because of my stomach- but because it was orange juice.
...
She leaves the rom and I hear raised voices. My father demanding why he couldn't see his son- grunting as he probably tries to force his way thrugh. Then a sweet calming voice. Marinette's voice- no Ladybug's voice. Other doctors too.
"...surrounded by tangerines-"
"..traumatic experience."
"fangirls and oranges can be possible triggers-"
"PTSD."
Moments later the door opens and my dad crashes in, he's a wreck. His hair mussed and flat, not teased to his usual hair style, His eyes as red as my own, his ngagsa big of my own. His face as haggard of my own. His eyes as suffered as my own yet he sits and for the first time in his life says "Tell me everything."
So I do.
...
Adrien: Marinette, she- she told me she loved me.
Marinette: she didn't, when you love someone you want what's best for them.
Marinette: she was obsessed with you- she believed you owed her something, that you belonged to her. She wanted to have you regardless of what you wanted or needed. that isn't love, that's too selfish.
Adrien: thx, mari. I needed that.
Marinette: :). Of course I love you and wants what's best for you
Sneak Peak for next fic;
"Did we win?" Carapace shook, the blood soaking his side. He was a hero, he protected- with his shield...with his body.
Again he asks his girlfriend, "Did we win?"
"Hold on," she whispers "hold on a little bit longer."
He shook his head, a sad 'i'm not gonna make it' smile playing on his lips.
... this took longer than expected, I guess there are a lot of different degrees to kidnapping. There's the before, the during and the after. The emotional aspect as much as the physical one. I wanted to make it longer but god forbid I would have turned this into a story.