Notes :
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Chapter Six
Marinette groaned at the shrill sound of her alarm. She an arm out to where her phone should have been on her nightstand, only to feel empty air. She blinked, seeing the open bathroom door and an unfamiliar dark wood dresser against the far wall, her sleep shorts caught on one of the drawer knobs. Her brow furrowed for a moment, until the arms around her middle tightened.
"Wha…?" Adrien's voice was scratchy and dry against the back of her neck.
"My alarm. I need to find it. Need to kill it." She answered, still groggy but remembering what had happened the night before.
"Kill it…kill it with fire." He replied, letting her pull away. She stumbled through the bathroom and into her own room in the apartment, swiping her phone screen to turn the alarm off. She had just settled back into the bed and into Adrien's arms when the Game of Thrones theme song started blaring from somewhere in the room, and they groaned in unison. She felt his phone's vibrations and reached into his pajama bottoms' pocket, snagging the phone and turning the alarm off before throwing it across the room to land on his comforter.
Adrien blinked when he felt a hand brushing against his thigh. It's just Marinette, he thought, closing his eyes and snuggling against her more. After a second, his eyes snapped open again. For the second time in as many days, he came to terms with the fact that Marinette—Ladybug—was asleep in his arms, this time even in his bed. And they'd…Oh, God. What had he done? So many amazing things, his brain offered in answer to his silent question. He pushed that part of him aside before he could think too deeply on it. What if this ruined things? What if she got freaked out, and they weren't good as partners anymore? Yes, he loved last night. Yes, he wanted to do it again, and again, and again. But not at the risk of their friendship. He valued her too much to let one night ruin them.
"That serious face better be because you can't remember if we saw coffee or not yesterday." Marinette mumbled, her breath tickling the skin of his chest. When he looked down, he met her eyes. To his relief, they were nothing but happy.
Adrien realized he was scowling and softened his expression, kissing her forehead. "I was just…hoping that nothing's changed. Between us, that is."
She smiled. "Things have definitely changed, silly." She answered, and his heart dropped. Then, she made his heart stop for an entirely different reason as she arched her body against him, rolling her muscles, her arms going up around his neck as she put her hips less than an inch from his. "But that doesn't have to be a bad thing." She was so close he could feel the vibrations of her voice in the air between them. He closed the distance, meeting her lips in a soft, tender kiss, different from the burning hot kisses they'd exchanged a few hours previous. It quickly began to heat up, though, as they both woke up the rest of the way, hands sliding under clothes and against soft, warm flesh.
Marinette pulled away with a groan, rolling on her side. She gave him a longing look. "As much as I would love to, minou," He shuddered and felt a pulse of pure lust at the sound of his nickname on her lips, vividly remembering the sound of it as she fell apart for him. "We can't."
"Why not, Bugaboo?" He said with a grin, pulling her against him again. She rolled on top of him, pulling away his hands that were sliding up her shirt and getting dangerously close to second base, pulling them to the side and pinning them to the bed. He wore a Chat Noir grin.
"Because, kitty," she answered playfully, "Roger Raincomprix said he would stop by between 9 and 9:30 this morning to drop off a radio and discuss information he found. My alarm was set for 8:10, yours for 8:15. Meaning he will be here in under an hour. I don't know about you, but I don't think that this," She gestured with a finger between them. "Would be the best position for him to find us in. Besides," she pouted, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes. "I'm hungry."
Adrien sat up, shifting her to sit in his lap, and pulled her close with one arm. Trying not to laugh, he brought his mouth to her ear. "I can give you something to eat." He whispered as seductively as he could, grinding his hips against hers.
It got the desired reaction. Marinette gasped and smacked his chest, pulling away. The grin on her face told him she wasn't put-off, even as she reached for a pillow and smacked im upside the head with it. "Oh, is that how we're playing it, huh?" He teased, grabbing the other pillow and hitting her side. Their mini pillow war devolved into tickling, leaving Marinette writhing under him, laughing so hard tears streamed down her face.
"I give! I give; you win!" she gasped, letting him steal a victory kiss. Her eyes were shining when he pulled away. "I love you." She said. "I know I said it last night, but I want you to understand; I really mean it. It wasn't just a spur of the moment thing, or a 'thanks for giving me two mind-blowing orgasms' thing. You're kind, passionate, fiercely loyal. You can make me laugh so easily, make me happy even when I don't want to be. For all those reasons and more, I love you, Chaton."
Adrien kissed her again sweetly. "And I love you, princess. I've loved you since that first akuma battle. You stand up for what's right, even when your terrified. You're the strongest person I know. You have the biggest heart, and you're so ready to open it to new people. Plus, you have a playful side that keeps me guessing and begging for more. When things have gotten bad, I could count on you to help me pick up the pieces, even if you didn't know what you were doing. That is why I fell in love with you—not once, but twice." She smiled, tearing up again, and he let her up, pulling her to her feet. "You are right, though. We do need to be getting out of bed."
She frowned a moment. "You know, once we get things straightened up in here, there really won't be time for two showers…" she said slowly.
Catching on, Adrien grinned. "I believe you're right. Plus, if we were to, oh, I don't know, shower together, we would possibly have time to eat some of those bakery croissants I saw in the pantry and make a pot of coffee." They hastily made the bed and straightened the few things they'd knocked over throwing their clothes around the night before. Marinette grabbed her sleep shorts, tucking them under her pillow in her room after making the bed there as well, along with her tank top, leaving her tantalizingly in just her nude-colored silk and lace panties. Adrien leaned against the doorframe, watching her as she went to her dresser and grabbed an outfit for the day—something comfortable again, yoga pants and a Jagged Stone t-shirt. She turned, freezing when she saw his eyes on her. He held her gaze, prowling forward, looking every inch like a wild cat about to pounce on prey. She backed up slowly, all the way into the bathroom, until her back was pressed against the cool surface of the closed door leading to Adrien's room. Adrien chose then to pounce.
He yanked her to him, causing her to gasp with the sudden movement as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around him, easily holding her aloft. With the sound of tearing fabric, her panties fell away. She pouted for an instant before his fingers found their way to her already wet heat, giving in to his touch as he kissed her neck. One night, and suddenly he knew all the places that drove her crazy. She could only imagine what he could accomplish if they continued this physical relationship. She couldn't focus on that now, though. She couldn't focus on anything now, except for Adrien gracefully managing to hold her up while wriggling his hips to remove his pajama pants, stepping into the shower and pressing her against the tile. She yelped as the cold water sprayed her skin, but the water and her blood warmed quickly as he made a trail of love bites along her collarbone and the tops of her breasts.
Again, Adrien wanted to be gentler with her, but they were pressed for time, and he needed to feel her surrounding him again. He set her on her feet and turned her around, pulling her hips back. Marinette fell forward, placing her hands against the shower wall, grinning over her shoulder at him. He thrust forward hard, immediately starting a punishing rhythm, fast and rough, gripping her hips tight. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she cried out with each thrust, closing her eyes at the feeling of being so filled by him. Adrien groaned and leaned forward, pressing closer, one hand reaching under her to grab her breasts, squeezing them. The other wrapped around her waist to rub her clit, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm.
"Cum for me, Mari." He ordered in her ear, biting down on her shoulder blade. That last bit of sensation sent her over the edge, taking him with her as they shuddered to a halt. "Come here," he said much more gently as he pulled away, making her gasp. He pulled her under the warm water, grabbing her shampoo and kneading it into her hair, working out the tangles he'd put into it last night. She sighed and relaxed under his hands. Just as the suds were rinsed free of her hair, a doorbell rang, making them freeze wide-eyed.
"Oh my god." Marinette squeaked. She vaulted out of the shower, almost slipping as she hastily dried off and dressed, tossing the remains of her panties into the waste bin. "You stay there. I'll have coffee ready when you're finished." She escaped the bathroom, toweling her hair dry as she answered the door.
"Hello," She greeted the chief of police. "Sorry, we're a bit late getting started this morning."
"Long night?" He asked.
Marinette knew he meant they were up late planning or crying or dealing with Adrien's dead father, but she blushed anyway. "Yes, it's been a long couple of days. I was about to make some coffee if you'd like some? Adrien should be out of the shower in a few minutes."
Mr. Raincomprix nodded, making his way to the dining room table, looking over their work with a practiced eye. "You two are surprisingly good at this." He mused.
"You mean, for two university students?" She said with a teasing smile. "Hazards of the job. Took us a while to get the hang of it, but we've had years to perfect the method."
His eyes widened in surprise. "I knew you had both been active for…five?...years now. I just hadn't thought…"
"That we'd be so organized?" She finished for him. She smiled sadly, looking towards the bathroom, where the shower was quieting as Adrien turned the water off. "At first, we weren't. We were just ordinary kids. Then something…miraculous happened. We thought it would be easy: Show up, fight the bad guy, win the battle using our wit and our powers, prove to the world that good will always triumph. Just like the fairy tales. But those stories don't tell you the rest of it." She fingered the inside of her upper arm, and he could see a jagged white scar peeking out below the short sleeves of her shirt. "They don't properly warn children of the dangers that go along with being a hero. Heroes can get hurt. Especially super-protective, leather-wearing cat-type heroes who throw themselves in front of their partner constantly instead of trusting her to dodge the attacks," She added louder, seeing Adrien exiting his bedroom, fully clothed.
Adrien just rolled his eyes and tossed her cellphone to her across the room. She effortlessly caught it, tucking it into her back pocket. The two maneuvered around the small kitchen gathering cups and plates and coffee and croissants, moving like they'd been doing it forever. The chief blinked. They left the food on the counter, munching for a minute before launching into their plans as Mr. Raincomprix set up the police issue radio on the living room end table.
"It's fairly sound." He commented, looking over the grid. "You were also correct in narrowing down the search for her identity. The girl's name is Eloise Dumain, 16 years old. And, luckily, there was a witness to her transformation. Another student saw everything. Apparently there was a bit of a teenage power struggle between Ms. Dumain and another girl, and she had been having boyfriend troubles, and her parents were getting a divorce. All at once, her life started moving too fast for her is what she was saying. Then the akuma hit, and she kept raving about wanting everyone and everything to just be still for a while, to stop moving. She wanted to regain control."
"I understand that." Adrien said quietly, giving Marinette a meaningful look over his coffee mug. She nodded reassuringly at him before returning to the chief. The boyfriend, the other girl, and her parents have all been located. They are, unfortunately, in the hospital, paralyzed. Medical professionals have been studying them nonstop, trying to find a way to fight the bees' venom, but have so far been unsuccessful."
"It's caused by the Miraculous; only another Miraculous can undo it." Tikki spoke up. The three Kwami had made their way to the table, Tikki and Plagg supporting a still-weak Nooroo between them, setting him down next to a plate of honey, cheese, and cookies that Marinette had set out.
"So the only thing that can cure them is my –well, your—magic? Just like the other akuma's powers?" Tikki nodded while munching on a cookie, all previous upset apparently water under the bridge between them. "And you said when we first came together that I can't use that final magic until the akuma has been purified?" She nodded again, and Marinette ran a hand through her damp hair in frustration, turning to the chief again. "All of her victims, are they stable? Are any in danger of dying from her magic?"
"No, they all appear to be doing fine, breathing on their own and everything. They aren't in comas; they're simply paralyzed. They can't move their bodies at all." He answered.
"Could you make sure that stays the case? Our magic can fix anything with civilians, right up to the brink of death. Once they've passed that threshold, though, we can't do anything for them. We need to keep them alive, at all costs." The chief nodded firmly, jotting down a note in the notepad he kept in his pocket. Marinette notated the necessary changes to their board, then turned her gaze to the map. "So, then, we need to focus our search. Has she been spotted at all since the tower?"
"Once," he confirmed, pointing at one of their red 'x's. "At the Agreste mansion last night. No one was there, however, so there were no victims. We had a few spotted reports around the city that seem to be pointing to her central location being right around here," he motioned to a 3x3 set of grid-blocks including the high school, bakery, and Lahiffe and Césaire houses. "So I would say your best bet would be to patrol these areas. The police are already stretching our staffing limits. All available personnel are out scanning the area, and we always have someone on the phones to report akuma sightings directly to me. I let them know, though, that you would be receiving this radio, so that you could be contacted if needed. I just need to set it up, if you are ready." They nodded, and he picked up the device. "Dispatch, this is team Alpha, signing on. Do you copy?"
A voice came in through the static. "Alpha, we read you loud and clear."
"Any 614's we need to be aware of, dispatch?" He asked. He unclicked the microphone and turned to them. "We use 614 for akuma sightings; 615 is for confirmed akuma attacks, and 616 is for confirmed casualties during an akuma attack. In the event of an akuma attack with an officer down, 617. We have never had to use that one."
"And I hope we never will." Marinette said.
"Air's clear, Alpha. We'll let you know the second we hear something."
"Thanks, dispatch. Over and out."
"Over and out."
The chief fiddled with a couple of dials until other voices became clear, though quiet. "Thanks to the mayor's generous allotments to the police, we have good radios. The scanner is going constantly in the background, picking up all the walkies from officers on the ground. Dispatch has a direct line to each radio as well, so that, if necessary, separate messages can be relayed between different teams." He took two walkies off of charging ports and handed one to each of them. "Keep these on you when you aren't here. This one will adjust the scanner's volume. This one will adjust the volume for dispatch. The buttons behind each one are the respective talk buttons."
"Thank you," Marinette said as she placed the walkie back on the charger. She was just wondering where she could put the device while she was transformed, when the chief pulled out two sets of strappy holsters. He quickly showed them how to put them on. It consisted simply of a belt around the waist and a thick fabric band that Velcro-ed around one thigh, and two straps attaching the pieces. The walkie talkie fit into a holster on the thigh strap. "You really have thought of everything." She said with a grin.
"Not quite everything," Adrien muttered just loud enough for her to hear, shooting her a glance. She 'accidentally' stepped on his foot, making him wince.
"There's a young girl out there who needs our help, and a city full of frightened citizens. We thought of everything we could to help you two out." The pair instantly sobered, all joking gone as they fell back into hero-mode.
"Understood." Marinette said, nodding firmly. She glanced down at the Kwamii. "Nooroo, I was wondering earlier; are you able to sense the akuma? I mean, they are, at least in part, your magic, right?"
Nooroo looked a little worried. "The butterfly is my magic, yes, but the taint that created the akuma was not from me; it was from my previous master. I wouldn't be able to track the akuma until it has been purified."
"That's fine, Nooroo." Marinette said hastily, seeing his anxiety rising. "I was just curious. We'll find another way, purify that akuma, save the poor girl the akuma's taken, get you back to full strength." Her words seemed to soothe the little god, and they moved on. Looking back at the ap, she nodded. "Alright, Chat Noir and I will start from here and here," she said, pointing to the north and south edges f a five-mile-wide circle. "Chat, take the east half; I'll take the west. We'll meet in the middle, here." She pointed to the park. Keep communication open at all times, and remember to pay attention to the walkies. Tikki, Plagg, are you ready to go?" She asked as she stuffed some cheese and sweets in a bag into her jacket pocket.
"I'll wait here, if you don't mind." Nooroo said quietly. "I'm still too weak to be of much use, and being near a tainted akuma could cause great physical pain after a while."
"I understand. We'll see you when we get back." Marinette said gently. "Is there anything else, Chief?" He shook his head, heading to the door with them. He left down the stairs, while Marinette and Adrien went up, back to the roof. It was deserted still. Marinette wondered briefly if anyone else actually lived there, or if the mayor had bought them the entire building. She blushed, hoping they hadn't heard what they had been doing last night. How many times had she cried his name? She really, really hoped they hadn't heard. That would be the most embarrassing way to get caught.
Chat grabbed her hand once she transformed, pulling her to him for a soft kiss, a promise. "Be safe, Bugaboo." He whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.
"You too, Chaton." She replied, biting her lip. "Call me if you see anything suspicious. Anything. And I'll do the same." He nodded, and they took off, both ignoring the urge they felt to stay together, no matter what, as they split.
Chat tried to ignore the feelings running around behind his eyes, every piece of emotion that he couldn't let himself feel. The mask had always been his freedom, his ticket out of his father's house. In the mask he knew that good always won, and that Ladybug and Chat Noir would save the day. But he'd failed. That failure made the usually warm leather feel chokingly snug and unfamiliar. Like it had changed. Like it wasn't really a hero's suit. That was it. Was he really a hero? Could he be after such a massive failure? He had failed to save the only living member of his family, and he was right there. He couldn't do anything. Ever since donning the black cat miraculous, he had never, not once, felt helpless. Until then.
He shook those thoughts away. Find the akuma. Keep the victims alive. Save Paris. Then he could break down. Not yet.
They searched for three hours, being as thorough as possible while remaining, for the most part, discreet. They couldn't hide from everybody, though, and before they were even half-way through the search areas, the city was buzzing with news that Ladybug and Chat Noir were both out and about again on patrol.
Marinette hadn't been out in the city much the last two days, since the incident. The difference was overwhelming, instantly noticeable. It was like something was blocking the sun. No one was smiling or laughing. Mother's clutched their children's hands a little tighter, eyes darting to the dark corners of the street as they rushed inside. Several shops were closed. Police were everywhere. Everyone was scared. They were hiding.
She was passing a house when she overheard a couple of kids. She paused. Two boys around 10 or 11 were standing in front of a little girl who was maybe 6 or 7. She was on the ground, looking like they'd shoved her, her knees scraped and bleeding a little. She was crying.
"What a cry baby. You know what happens to cry babies?" One of the boys said.
"Akumas come for cry-babies, and they eat them all up." The other finished. The girl started crying harder.
Marinette frowned. She easily dropped out of the sky, right behind the girl and walked up to them. The boys froze, open-mouthed, then ran off. She grinned. At least they had some sort of moral compass; they knew what they were doing was wrong enough for them to be in trouble with Ladybug. The girl turned around, eyes filled with terror, probably expected an akuma. Marinette knelt before her and held out a hand to help her up. "Hi there." She said.
"Ladybug?" The girl gasped as she scrambled to stand up, wincing at the pain in her knees. Her lower lip quivered. "Were they right? Is an akuma going to come for me?"
Marinette mussed her hair at the top of her head, smiling. "Of course not. I won't let anything hurt you, princess. Chat Noir and I, we're going to catch all of the akumas and make sure they won't hurt anybody."
"My name's Amie. I'm not a princess." She giggled.
Marinette squinted at her, finger on her chin. Then she shook her head. "Nope, you definitely look like a princess. But, we might as well make sure. Do you know how to tell if someone's a real princess or not?" She said conspiratorially. The girl shook her head, entranced by the hero. Marinette leaned closer, closer, and tickled the girl's sides, making her laughter ring out, echoing off the houses and breaking the eerie silence of the day. Marinette laughed with her. "See, 100% princess right there. Only princesses are super ticklish. All hail Princess Amie!" She said, picking the girl up and twirling her around. She held her, balancing her on her hip. "So, where are your parents, your highness?"
Amie pointed, and Marinette looked, noticing for the first time the other people who'd gathered. The two boys hid behind a couple, and two men stood with their arms around each other, smiling at Ladybug and her new friend. Marinette set her down, and she ran to the two men, who caught her automatically, hugging her close. "Ladybug's gonna catch the akuma, and we're all gonna live happy ever after! Right?" She asked, looking back over her shoulder.
Ladybug smiled broadly. "That's exactly right, princess. We're going to save Paris from the evil akuma, and then we'll all live happily ever after." Marinette felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Chat, smiling at her with so much love it made her insides warm and soft. She stepped into his arms for a moment. "Already done with your patrol, minou?"
Chat scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, no. I saw you stopped, and you didn't move. I got worried." Marinette rolled her eyes, but her smile didn't falter. He put his lips to her ear. "I saw you with her. You were amazing. I think you just made Paris a little brighter."
She shrugged. "I don't like bullies." Was her only reply. "Come on, we need to finish our rounds. She had pulled out her yo-yo and was about to swing it up to let her fly out of sight, when a sound caught her attention. "Everybody, get inside!" She yelled, spinning on her heels.
Chat Noir leaped back, crouching, eyes searching for what had set her off. Then he heard it. Wings. The fluttering of hundreds of wings, like a soft hum in the air. Bees.
A swarm of them flew from an alleyway. He spun his baton, creating a shield that crushed any that got too close.
"Impressive, for a couple of losers." Came a voice that Chat Noir would never forget. Queen Bee drifted after her bees, floating on a cloud of them.
Something snapped in Adrien. The emotions that he was holding back raced to the forefront of his mind, all that rage and grief. "Cataclysm!" He yelled as he leapt forward.
"No!" Ladybug tried to grab him as he shot past, her fingertips brushing the end of his tail. Queen Bee flew straight up at the last second, cackling as Chat Noir's hand hit a car, the frame shuddering before crumbling to dust. Ladybug felt fear creep up as she saw the black glow still going strong. He should only have one hit. That much negative energy would be too much; their yin and yang powers would be out of whack. "You can't! Stop!" She yelled, running after him, wrapping her arms around his middle and holding him back. His body was trembling. This was all wrong. This wasn't her steadfast partner. This was…a broken Chat Noir.
Adrien tried to break free from the grip that held him, but whoever was there was stronger than him. He yelled, reaching forward desperately, wanting to sink his claws and teeth into his enemy. Finally, he slumped, then jerked forward one last time with a harsh cry. As the sound died, Marinette was thrown backwards, her grip broken. A green light flashed, and she heard Plagg grunt as he hit the ground. Adrien let out a breath, then slumped to the ground unconscious.
"At last! Give me that Miraculous!" She pointed at Adrien's prone form. Marinette didn't think. She spun her yo-yo, fending off the bees that flew at them, and crouched over Adrien. She picked him up, throwing him over her shoulder, pocketing Plagg, and vanished once more into the skyline of her city. "You can't run forever, Ladybug!" Queen Bee yelled back at them. Marinette squeezed her eyes shut, her only thought getting her partner to safety. The civilians had all run inside. She'd seen them. They were safe.
Quickly, she grabbed her walkie. "Dispatch, this is Alpha One. Six-one-five a block east of the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Alpha Two is down. Forced to retreat. Civilians nearby. Requesting backup."
"Alpha One, we read you. Get Alpha Two to safety. You two are our top priority until this is resolved." Came the swift reply. There was a pause, then the walkie burst with static from the scanner line. "All units, 615 in progress one block east of the Dupain-Cheng bakery, requesting back-up. All units." Several voices called that they were on their way, and Marinette breathed a sigh of relief, hopping rooves to their apartment and dropping onto the roof without a second thought, dragging Adrien into their living room and dropping him on the couch. She checked his pulse. It was there, strong.
"Spots off." She breathed in relief. Plagg floated over his holder, worry etched in his face.
"I never…None of my other holders were ever able to force me out once, and he's done it twice." He said. "And he overpowered me, took hold of cataclysm again. He shouldn't be able to do that."
Tikki patted Plagg's arm. "Master Fu might know what to do." She said, giving Marinette a look.
Marinette's eyes were still on Adrien, but she perked up. "Do you really think he could help this?" She asked. She didn't wait for an answer. "I'll call him." She stood, pulling out her cellphone and dialing his number. "Master Fu?...Yes, this is Mari—Ladybug…Yes, I-We have a problem. It's Chat Noir; there's something wrong, and we don't know what…no, he's unconscious now…yes, it is serious…can you meet us? I can give you the…you can track us?...Oh, right, the Miraculous…twenty minutes. We'll be here. Third floor…Thank you." She pushed Adrien's hair out of his face, kneeling by the couch as they waited.
"Alpha One?" Came a voice at her hip. She grabbed the walkie.
"This is Alpha One." She answered, tone somber.
"An update on the 615. The incident appears to be over; however, the akuma did have victims. It seems a child tried to rescue an officer. Both the officer and the girl have been paralyzed and transferred to the hospital."
Marinette covered her mouth with her hand. "Amie," Came her choked breath.
"Yes, it appears the girl was Amie Southerland. Did you know her?"
"Yes." Was Marinette's response. "Thank you, dispatch. Please, keep us posted." She tucked the device away again and wiped the tears from her eyes. That little ray of light she'd fostered, gone, just like that, in the blink of an eye.
"How is Alpha Two?" The voice said after a minute.
"He's…He's still down. We won't know more for a while. I will keep you updated. I have to go. Over and out."
"Over and out."
The doorbell rang as she put the walkie talkie onto it's charger. She rushed to let Master Fu in, ushering him to the couch to Adrien and explaining rapid-fire what was going on. The old man's eyes got wider with every sentence. When she was done, he placed a hand on Adrien's forehead, mouthing several words.
"He is resting now; that is all. He should wake up soon. The rest, though, is a more troubling matter." He turned to Tikki and Plagg. "It seems he has become bonded with the Miraculous." Tikki gasped, and Plagg's jaw dropped.
Marinette looked back and forth between them. "What? What does that mean?"
"It means," Master Fu said slowly. "That this boy is very special, and in great danger."