A/N: Hey guys, I know that the last chapter was really small and thank you for the views and followings, school has started up along with sports training. This chapter will be from Marinette's POV.
Reply to Rose Tiger: Just wait and see.
It had been over a week since the last akuma attack and Marinette was starting to grow anxious. She patrolled almost every night with Chat Noir and his flirtatious and punny ways.
"Still waiting for the akuma, Bugaboo?" Chat leaned against his staff, gazing at her.
"Hm, no. Well, maybe. It just doesn't seem to make sense as to why all of a sudden, after fighting a villain nearly every week, the akumas just seemed to have gone quiet." She'd been pacing the rooftop, eyes and lips moving quickly, searching for any new opponents nearby.
Maybe we could use this time to figure out why all the akumas were and still are happening, Ladybug thought, stopping her pacing to face Chat.
"Pussikins, what would you do if I were to say that we split up and use this time to figure out who Hawkmoth is? And then we team up later to take them down." Ladybug, mused the idea so quickly that it startled Chat, who then slipped, his staff clattering to the ground.
"Uh, sure m'lady. Are you okay?"
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After ending the patrol on the idea, with both herself and Chat Noir promising to research all that they could, Ladybug slipped back into her room. Slowing and silently closing the door to her balcony, Ladybug dropped to her bed, transforming back to her usual self as Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Giving Tikki a chocolate chip cookie, Marinette sluggishly got up from the bed to rest back own at the computer. After viewing Alya's Ladyblog as to who in Paris had been akumatised, Mari started to make a list of unakumatised people in Paris. Rereading through her list, one gorgeous name stood out from the crowd.
"Adrien." Her voice barely a whisper, head and shoulders slumped forward. Slowly her eyelids drooped, and Marinette fell asleep.
The light was out and the computer was on. Slipping down off of the balcony, Shroudelle padded over to the pink daybed. Smirking at a bobble-headed stuffed animal on the bed, Shroudelle removed her phone from the inner lining of her cloak. Silently, she snapped picture after picture of the room, and the list that lit up the computer desktop.
Opening her messages, and saving the photos in a blank folder, she smiled, knowing that she would be seeing Mademoiselle Ladybug again very soon. Tiptoeing out of the room and off the balcony, she headed home. Too excited with her discovery, she didn't see the bobble-headed animal's whiskers curl up with worry.