Meanwhile, In the Kingdom, we open on our mischevious Neighborhood Cat...
Clad in black and scaling the roofs of the Castle's tall towers, the infamous Chat Noir led the way effortlessly to his prize. His companions, however, were not having as much fun as he was. To be fair, he had completely forgotten he was even working with the Kurtzberg twins. Once he started to scale the brick walls of the large castle, his mind was solely focused on the thrill of adventure. Taking a deep breath, Chat Noir gripped the top of the metal spire next to him. He set his left foot on the base of the iron and tucked his other back against his left knee. After getting into a more or less stable resting position, Chat let the rest of his body hang as he stared out into the distance. Even in the early reaches of the morning, the view was incredible. The golds and greens that brought the sleeping town to wake, the smell of the salt in the air; If he could ever live near a place like this, life would be a cakewalk. He closed his eyes as the high winds blew back his light fluffy hair, drinking in everything he could feel. His reflexes and flexibility made him the best thief in the kingdom. He had a bad rep from the Nobles, a clever kitten that could never be caught. He didn't entirely like stealing, but if it meant he could see this glorious sight every so often, it was worth it. But even while he remained breathless on that roof, Chat knew what he needed and the task at hand. A bright, Shiny crown that rested, and was heavily guarded, in the Palace below him. All he had to do was duck the guards, steal the crown, and get the money.
How hard would that be?
"Oi, cat boy. We need to talk about you ditching us." Oh, right. Kutzberg twins. Well the few minutes before noon just got interesting. Chat thought as he leaped onto the top of the spire, his hands meeting his feet and back hunching over as he looked down at them. In the light, he almost appeared to have cat-like pupils. It was preposterous, but no one could doubt how much the young man resembled the feline family.
"I waited for you to catch-up, baby tomatoes, so don't be so purr-tentious." Chat couldn't resist the small slip of the pun-tongue. This small slip, however, brought glares instead of chortles from his 'comrades'. Yes, Chat left them in the dust, they were some of the stingiest and dirt thieves in the kingdom. The only way to tell them apart was their bangs and the way they parted, but even then, sometimes they switched sides. They were known for being sly and deceitful. He had worked with them once or twice before, but it had never worked in his favor. In short, did Chat want to work with them?
No.
Did Chat have to work with them?
...
Since he wanted the crown, yes, yes he did.
Biting his tongue instead of giving into more pun-filled statements and jabs, Chat Noir decided to save his temporary companions the grief and just continue with the job as planned. Lifting a skylight-panel underneath him, the twins scaled the roof and hovered over the mischevious feline-boy. Chat would have made a quip about personal space had it been any other situation, but frankly, now wasn't the time to complain. Cramped by two selfish twins or not, he needed that crown. The last memoir of the Long-lost princess, Belle Dame de la Chance. A perfect item to sell for a very lavish price.
Like they had rehearsed over and over the night before, the twins, with bags to the left of them, latched onto Chat's ankles and he carefully lowered the top half of his body down into the tower from the skylight. As Chat's eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he noticed the ring of guards around the crown. He hadn't expected guards to be there, but it didn't matter either way. They all had their backs turned to the possession they were "vigilantly" protecting. A devilish smirk passed Chat's lips as he was lowered down further by the twins. A twinkle caught his eye when he had passed a certain vantage point, suspended in mid-air. Immediately, Chat set his sights on the one thing he was aching to get his hands on. There was a stop in the lowering, a curse, and then a continuation. Chat reached out, stretching his arm out as far as he could make it.
And just like that, the shiny tiara was secured in his clutches.
But a guard just happened to sneeze. And without breaking a sweat, due to his private and chivalrous other-life, his mouth did its normal sneeze routine.
"Gesundheit." Chat and his provisional companions froze. The Guard thanked him. Scrambling before the guard could realize that the polite gesture came from someone behind him, Chat was pulled up and promptly thwacked upside the head by the twin on the right. It wasn't even a few seconds later that arrows began to fly from the ground below from insanely mad guards. Chat was met, yet again, with dirty looks.
"Crown." They demanded in unison, holding out their hands in waiting. Chat thought for a moment, tapping his chit dramatically. After a moment, he merely shrugged his shoulders, grin never faltering.
"You know, I never said I'd give you the crown when we went over the instructions, now did I?" The thrill of running from authority already coursing through his veins, Chat Noir used his excitement to leap from the tower they resided on, landing perfectly down to the wall that bordered the huge castle. He rolled a bit, and stayed down for a beat, waiting for the shock of the impact to subside before the running at full speed on top of the wall. The wails and hollers from the two low-life, twin thieves screaming their death wishes upon Chat brought him more joy than it did terror. Let the guards come, Chat thought as the wind tore through his light blonde locks, It'll be all the more fun to evade them.
Chat knew he couldn't go back into the town area, so instead, he booked it into the woods on the outside of the town walls. Dodging the arrows that still followed him, He ran beside the soft waves caressing the shoreline, watching them contently as He sprinted. Chat was hardly out of breath as he dashed, the wind ruffling his hair. As the edge of town came into view, Chat cursed. The only way off the island was the bridge, and the only way to the bridge was to pass through the heavily patrolled side of town in broad daylight. Quickly, Chat stuffed the crown into his black saddle bag and continued of his escape, keeping an extremely watchful eye on the guards there. They all seemed on edge, probably due to the fact that he, Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste, had just stolen the most priceless artifact in the kingdom. The money from this would be able to take care of what he needed.
He slipped past most of the guards, a Cheshire grin growing with each guard he managed to duck. However, with each guard, came more cocky feelings. Those Cocky Feelings, in the past, usually had a negative effect on his performance. Even as he felt the feeling rise, he felt proud of it. The more smug he grew, the less careful he became, and as he chasséd away from the guard he was working on, Chat's rump decided now would be a great time to tap a wine barrel and topple it.
"Just Purr-fect. Now, instead of a bee, I get hornets." Chat growled to himself as the purple liquid spilled all over the stone pathway. He didn't wait for the guard to turn around as his flight reflexes kicked in. A battle cry was let out from the guard as he spotted a glimpse of Chat rounding a corner. With Chat's excellent hearing, he could make out the guard call for a blockade on the bridge (Something they should have thought about in the first place). But the army came moments too late, and Chat already on the other side of the bridge, his eyes locked onto the vast forest in front of him.
With his sights set both literally and metaphorically, he practically pranced his way into the deep, thick wood that had more thieves than aristocrats would care to dream of. He needed to get to a pawn shop out of the kingdom, and a black-spot pawn shop at that. It only a few miles east, but that would take him days by rowboat due to the morning fogs and he couldn't risk being spotted following the shoreline. The forest was the easiest transition there was. That was, it would have been had there not been arrows flying his way from the bridge, horse hoofs ringing in the distance. Chat's fangs glinted in the light of the sun before disappearing into the dense tree line.
A/N: OK, As I had said, I was gonna switch perspectives on this chapter. I thought, like the movie, Chat should get an opening as well. I am not going to make many Chat chapters, mostly they will be from Mari's perspective. I am going to update so much more, I've just been so caught up with things. But, I should have an excuse for not writing for almost a month. It's not the kind of behavior a wanna-be writer should have! I Hope you like how I did this chapter. Yes, I didn't include a lot of chat's thoughts or backstory, but there is a reason for that. I'd rather Mari and the audience to discover his reasons rather than explain it in the third chapter. That would ruin the surprise! c =
And I am sorry for those who wanted a parody or a song by the Papillion, but I am not turning this into a sub songfic. In my personal opinion, writing songs and movements are very anyone wishes for me to do a Parodie then I can do so on SoundCloud. I am just a PM away!
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