Marinette was not expecting the guy stuck in her bed to be like... this. A small dorky hello from the kingdom's most notorious thief. She stared at him in confusion. He was supposed to be ruthless, to be scary, cruel. Why did he seem so... nervous and harmless. Mari inched closer Chat, poking him with the frying pan. Small, painful groans came from him and she quickly pulled away, startled.

Papillion always said thieves and liars felt no pain, "the thrill of the hunt wouldn't allow them to feel it until their lives as thieves were over. That's when the pain and the regret from their deeds wash over them." He said that they were all liars and sneaks, taming their selfish hearts through stick fingers. Fairytales were stupid stories. No man would scale a tower to save the maiden from her hideaway.

She watched his eyes graze over her figure once more, shuddering. This was another thing Papillion had warned her about; men's lust for women and people's hunger for weak prey. Marinette had never seen herself as strong or pretty, mostly just a clumsy oaf, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid of what people could do to her. Mari held the pan close to her, thinking of what to say. But the more she stalled, the more Marinette saw.

She saw his hesitation. She watched his fingers curl in her hair. She caught a glance at a small quiver in his lip. Marinette may have only known her own fear and what it looked like, but He looked just as scared as she was. She didn't need to be around people to recognize that.

Her voice wavered as she spoke. "What do you want with me?" Chat's eyebrows creased inward.

"What do you mean? I'm not the one holding a frying pan menacingly." Marinette squinted her eyes and tried to sound a bit more stern.

"What do you plan on doing with me? Kidnap me? Sell me? Chop me up into bits and feed me to wild animals just to have a laugh-" Marinette began to ramble on, her tough voice draining slowly as she kept going. But she was cut off by the wide-eyed masked man. His voice cracking and fluctuating, shaking his head wildly.

"No! Why on Earth would anyone do things like that!? I didn't know anyone lived here! And I could say the same for you, you've tied me up to your bed creating a hairy situation- pun very much intended-, waving an expensive frying pan in my face." Slowly, Mari lowered the pan, studying him. While he may not have known she was here, he was still up to something, Chat Noir or not.

"you're a thief, aren't you?" Sweat beaded around Chat's forehead as he answered.

"No?" Marinette paused at the question in his voice. Chat was obviously lying, but Mari had to catch him in the lie before she could be absolutely sure. After all, he could just have been caught off guard or using sarcasm, something she was not very experienced with.

"Well, if you're not going to do anything to me, then what were you going to do with that headpiece?" She saw him flounder like a fish out of the water as he tried to hunt for words.

"I was doing business with... someone, on the country border." Marinette's eyebrow raised as she looked at him.

"What do you do for a living?" Chat looked a bit nervous as he continued.

"I am a mail carrier. I deliver packages to folks; Items, clothing, I even deliver liver. It's quite a job, and I really need to get back to it."

"In that outfit?" Marinette set down Plagg as Chat readied his lies.

"It's rather cold, don't you think?"

"It would be if we weren't in the middle of summer."

"It's my uniform, can't be seen in my regular clothes."

"I didn't know that jobs required their workers to wear charcoal as a type of mask in their uniform." Her arms were crossed as she waited for an answer. The teenager paused, looked at her, opened his mouth, and the proceeded to close it. Mari had broken him and she was ecstatic. "I knew it! I knew you were Chat Noir!" He sighed, laying back into her bed, mumbling something along the lines of 'dear god...'. It left Marinette a bit confused in her joy. Wasn't an infamous villain proud of his title?

"Look, I'd love to stay and 'Chat' but I really have to hightail it out of here if I am going to make the drop off on time to get that money reward- Put the frying pan down!" Once again the cooking utensil was being used as a weapon, pressing against his throat as Chat pleaded.

"You are not going anywhere." Mari pressed the weight down onto his throat, not enough to suffocate him, just to send a message. He didn't know what Marinette could do and certainly didn't know she was a pacifist at heart. She could play games as well as he could. After all, playing games all day was what she had done her entire life, keeping herself busy while Papillon was away. "You are going to stay here until Pa-" She stopped mid-sentence. Papillon was gone. He would be gone for a few days at max, and until then, she was stuck in the same building as this vile fiend. Swiftly, she regained composure. "Until someone comes to collect you."

With that, she pulled the pan away. Marinette took this time to look at him. His facial features, as she had seen previously, were very childlike in essence, but as her eyes went from his chin, past his lips and nose, and up to his eyes, she was very much transfixed. Mari had never seen a shade of green so vivid. Shaking her head to rid herself of these thoughts, she went to the window. Mari then proceeded to tie the end of her hair to the window handle that led outside, also attaching a small metal lock, knowing very well where the key was. "Now you're stuck here."

His eyes looked hopeful for a moment. "Then can I get out of this hair?"

"No."

He groaned and growled, sounding like Plagg whenever he was hungry. "Why not?!" Marinette smiled a bit.

"Because I am not stupid."

A/N: I am early! I'm sorry these are such short chapters, but it keeps me from getting too lost and it also gives me pacing for getting these chapters out quicker than I usually would. So here it is, four days later, another chapter for you all. Thank you for waiting so long, I know I took forever and I always babble on about excuses and life, but I'm so glad to have readers like you that have stuck around despite my nonsense. I adore you all. (OMG steven universe has left me shook)

So, they finally talk. I am excited about continuing this but be warned, this is not like an Average Repunzle story. It's a bit like Tangled in some aspects. However, from this point forward, there will be far and few reminders of Tangled. Thieves, twists, and ice; it's going to be one hell of a ride. (and again, I will get better on the pun side of things)

I couldn't find a good song to embody this chapter :P

Thank You for Reading and Stay Tuned!

~ Pheonix