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Adrien was satisfying his burning curiosity by sitting in front of a metronome, and watching it go back and forth. He had gotten it when Nathalie had decided to see just how cat-like he was, but he also supposed that it was because mother had died, and that he needed support and comfort that definitely was not coming from his father.

His tail, now free from it's restraint, flicked in time with the object as he pondered about what Nathalie was going to give him.

Sure, his birthday was tomorrow, but there wasn't anything sensitive about that. Unless his father actually decided to get him something meaningful and nothing like that stupid pen set he had gotten last year.

Adrien's ears perked up as he heard soft talking down on the main floor, along with footsteps. Glancing at the time, he knew his father had arrived home. If he was younger, he would've tried to go and say welcome home, but he had stopped when he realized that his father was only that- a parental figure that was supposed to take care of and guide him. After mother's death, he couldn't be anything more.

He guessed that he offered his sanity to Nathalie. For being strong enough and smart enough to be his caretaker. His father didn't pay her enough to deal with things like this.

He watched the metronome for a while longer until he heard footsteps approaching his bedroom. He paused the metronome, turning his head so that he could listen.

Three sharp taps, and then- "Adrien? You're father's up in his office, and now would be the best time." Adrien literally pounced to the door.

Finally! His curiosity was going to be satisfied! He opened it up wide and let Nathalie into his bedroom. Nathalie strolled in, all business. As she usually was. It kinda aggravated him, because he couldn't get any clues about what was going to happen or what she had in mind.

From behind her back, she produced an octogonal black box with intricate red markings. He tilted his head curiously, and she began to explain.

"You're mother told me, before she died, that your grandmother wanted you to have this. She told me not to open it, and that you'd understand once you did. She also told me to help you out in any way that I can when it comes to whatever is in this box. A secret, she had said, that had appeared when you were born." She gave the box to Adrien, ruffling his hair before moving to walk back out of the room. "Good night, Adrien."

"Night Nathalie." Then he turned to the black box, opening it up only to show a silver ring. He held it up to his face, observing the object. He placed it on his right ring finger, admiring it.

"You like it?" Adrien jumped about half his height, spinning around only to see a small, black cat creature with green eyes floating there. "Anyway, I don't care if you do or not, I'm just here to do my job."

"What are you?" Adrien asked, tilting his head as he slowly approached the figure. The small being seemed to take in Adrien and his half-cat ness before nodding.

"Yup. You're him."

"Who?"

"The one that I've been searching for." Plagg clarified, moving over to Adrien. "You need to lift the stupid curse that you put on me."

"... What?"

"The curse. Back in China."

"This is Paris France…"

"So? You said that you'd travel the world with your lady one day." Adrien stared a bit longer before he rubbed his eyes.

"I must be dreaming…" He muttered, moving over to his bed.

"Hey- what're you doing?! You still need to lift the curse!"

"Look Mr. Fragment-of-my-imagination." Adrien snapped. "I'm a sixteen year old Hafukyatto that is forbidden from leaving his house without a disguise. I'm not some weird warlock who curses things." He fell on top of his bed as the creature stared at him. Then he spoke.

"What year is it?"

"2017, why?" Adrien raised an eyebrow at the being.

"Okay, I see what's happened." Plagg nodded to himself, flying over to Adrien. "Let's start over. I'm Plagg, a mythical creature called a kwami, and all I eat is cheese."

"Hi Plagg." Adrien said slowly. "I'm Adrien Agreste, a half-human half-cat creature, and all I want is to understand what on earth just happened."

"Well, I won't tell you that quite yet." Plagg sniggered. "But in order to get the information that I want to give, you'll have to feed me my favorite cheese- Camembert!" Adrien visibly scrunched up his nose in distaste. "Hey, don't give me that look! Us cats like dairy!"

"Yeah, but not that stinky mess." Adrien stood up and walked over to his personal fridge, grabbing some cheese sticks. "I'm not supposed to get food this time of night- I can only get it during the day, so you'll have to deal with this."

"Fine." Plagg took a cheese stick and observed the room. "Wow. Can you eat any of that?"

"No." Adrien sighed. "Those are all things that father brought to appease me, and some that Nathalie bought to try and quench my boredom."

"I see." Plagg swallowed the whole thing in one bite, Adrien doing a very noticeable double take as Plagg took a second one and began to take it out of it's wrapping too.

"I'm a magical creature bonded to that ring on your hand. Using it, you can become a hero and use the powers I grant to do good. To transform, you say claws out." Plagg threw the stick in his mouth, and went to move for another one when Adrien interrupted him.

"Claws out?"

"But cheeeeeee-" Plagg was sucked into the ring, and a green light engulfed Adrien for a moment. Adrien looked around, confused.

"Plagg? Plagg?" He called, walking into the bathroom. Then he saw what he was wearing.

His hair had been messed up, but not worse than his bedhead. A black mask surrounded his suddenly cat like eyes, the whites being replaced with a lighter tone of green. His normal clothes were replaced with a black leather suit. His tail swung from side to side behind him, and the ears on top of his head were flattened in shock. An Armor of sorts covered the back of his ears and all of his tail. It was flexible, clearly, as he didn't feel anything that was restricting.

Slowly, he observed himself in the suit. On his back was a silver staff with a green pawprint on it. The lucky charm that Marinette had given him that he kept on him at all times hung off of what he supposed was the top of it, close to the buttons. He grabbed it and observed it for a moment, messing around with the buttons.

"Sweet." He looked in the mirror one more time and then looked back into his bedroom. Pressing a button, he opened one of the windows and slipped unnoticed into the night.

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He found, with much happiness, that his staff could extend to just about any height that he wanted. Also that he was granted super strength and flexibility. Then again, he already had more flexibility than the average human, but he wasn't one to brag.

As he soared through the night, exploring the city, a sudden smell of cookies and pastries and something sweet hit his nose, which he could only guess had been heightened by the magical power.

'Princess Marinette!' He cheered in his mind, almost faltering in his step before he caught himself, turning to look in the direction of the smell.

Would she mind if he visited? Probably. It was the middle of the night. She might not take to seeing a masked man in all black with cat ears and a tail all that well.

Could he finally find out where she lived? Yes.

Could he spy on her? Absolutely.

Before he could stop himself, he ran towards the smell and found himself a few rooftops away from his school and his house. Marinette was out on her balcony/roof patio, drawing something in her design book. Adrien's insides did something weird, and he snuck in closer and behind her to see just what she was designing.

It was a gorgeous sundress of sorts (he wasn't one for fashion despite his father's work), and it looked like it was going to be a light green color of sorts. Slowly his eyes trailed away from the page and towards the designer of the dress, who was just as beautiful- if not, more so, than the dress.

Her hair was still in it's twin tails, and although he couldn't see her face, he could tell that she was focused, maybe sticking out her tongue.

And that smell… His stomach rumbled a bit, but he was certain that she wouldn't be able to hear. It was ten times as strong up close and in the suit, nearly making him drool over it.

He was about to move closer, but he froze when he remembered something.

Sure, when she was a little kid she had liked him being part cat, but if she remembered that detail she didn't say anything about it at school? What if she though he was some inhuman monster and called the police? News would surely reach his father, and when that happened he would be grounded for life.

And he wasn't exaggerating.

So, he stayed still as she finished drawing, yawned and stretched, and then went back down into her room. Adrien's tail swayed back and forth behind him as he thought.

How to get her not scared of him?

The lights went out in the room below his a while, and he still didn't know how.

Sulking, he traveled back home, trying to find out just what to do.

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"Camembert better be on the menu for my second day on the job." Plagg grumbled when Adrien detransformed in his room, walking straight over to his desk to sit down.

"I need to find out how to approach her."

"Don't you want to know more about your powers?"

"There's more?" Adrien asked. Plagg gave the teenager a look, almost as though he was saying 'Are you dumb or something?'

"You know what, I don't care, I'll just eat the rest of these cheese sticks." Adrien shrugged and looked back to his desk, pulling out a sheet of paper, and on the top, writing Ways to approach a Princess. Then, below it, he placed his pencil to the page to write.

But nothing came to mind.

Aggravated, he opened up his computer and looked up 'ways to get a girl to like you'.

He wrote a few things that came up, like talking to her, giving her gifts, talking to her, but none of them really sat right with him.

This was his first friend ever that he was talking about after all. Probably the most important person in his life. He didn't want to make any mistakes.

Then he saw it.

'So, there's this girl in my class that I really like, but I don't think that she likes me. Any thoughts on how to get to know her?' The question read.

Below that were several comments, but only one caught his eye.

'Being a girl myself, you could just walk up and try, but you don't want to seem to needy. Maybe be a secret admirer of sorts and express how you want to know her. She'll warm up to, and want to, know you. Just be sure that it's a secret, and that you're not being obvious.'

That was it.

"A Secret Admirer." He said, a smile growing on his face.

Yes, that is what he would be.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

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