Chapter 2: Adrien - Obtenir traîné à l'États-Unis (Getting Dragged to the States)

Paris: Current Time -

Ladybug takes to the rooftops, hot on the trail of Hawk Moth's latest akumatized victim. He seems to always be one step ahead! She wonders where her trusty partner, Chat Noir, is right now. Usually he's late to the fight, but never this late! Hopefully, he doesn't take much longer getting here. Where is he? Did he get kidnapped? Is he dealing with something else? What's going on with him? He hasn't answered his communicator either. Where in Paris is he? She wonders if he's even in Paris, just for a second...

New York City airport: Current Time-

"A-ahhh-CHOOO!" Sneezing, I wipe my nose with a sniffle. 'Great, first I'm dragged to America thanks to one of my dad's crazy ideas of how I should live my life, now I might be getting a cold.' I thought to myself, as I pick up my bags at the baggage claim in the airport. I hadn't wanted to leave Paris, especially not when Ladybug might need me, to go attend a stupid fasion show that just happened to convince my dad to have me be one of the models for the teen section. Of course I had no choice, and was told that it would be good for business, anyways.
"Adrien, do you have all of your things?" The familiar voice of my dad's secretary, Natalie, spoke up from behind me. Of course my dad couldn't be bothered to come here himself, so he just sent other people in his place.
"Yeah…" I say with a small smile so Natalie can see my unamusement. She just nods and leads me away, through the airport entrance and out into the streets of the city that never sleeps, New York. Natalie tries to make small talk, but I'm too busy lost in my own thoughts to comprehend what she's saying to me.

My small black companion peaks his head out from under my overshirt. "Geez, so this is New York City. A bit more smelly than Paris, wouldn't you agree?" he says in between bites of his camembert cheese.

"That's one thing we can agree on, Plagg," I say, pushing him back under my shirt. "Though it's not as smelly as your cheese."

"Did you say something, Adrien?" Natalie says, looking over her shoulder at me.
"No i didn't say anything. It must be the crowds confusing you." I lie to her.

'That was close,' I think. 'The worst thing that could happen is Natalie finding out about Plagg.' I bring my hands together and touch the ring on my finger, the vessel Plagg uses to transform me into my hero persona, Chat Noir. To think, it's only been about a year since I started fighting the Akumas with Ladybug. Oh my Lady, I wish I could have stayed in Paris with you instead of coming here for this next week. 'I hope you can handle things back home without me…'

I was quickly brought out of my thoughts, however, when I heard loud gasps and squeals of fangirls from the large crowd around us. Thinking that someone realized who I was, I quickly try to hide my face. It was a few minutes later that I realized they we're looking at me, but up towards the sky. Confused I turn my head upwards only to catch a glimpse of two blurs heading in opposite directions up above. One, a dark green and red over to the left, and a black and white one streaking off to the right, straight in the direction of our hotel.

'Will I get to meet some local heroes?' I couldn't help but think as I watched the blurs go by. Shaking my head, I think otherwise. 'Who am I kidding, I don't know of any other heroes besides me and Ladybug. This is probably just some regular New York stunt group or something. Then again, I have heard that New York can be just as crazy as Paris, so who knows?' I realize how long I've been staring when Natalie calls to me from a little ways down the sidewalk, and I sprint to catch up with her.

Tossing my bags next to my bed I let out a sigh of relief. After arriving in the hotel I was shown to my room. Natalie said that she had to do a few things and that I was to stay up in the penthouse and wait for her, of course, little did she know I wasn't going to listen.

"Come on Plagg, let's go out for some fresh air." I say, pulling the tiny kwami out of my inside pocket.

"Didn't Natalie tell you to stay put?" He asks in protest. Of course he wouldn't want to go out, he's always lazy.
"She told Adrien not to leave the room. She said nothing about Chat Noir, though." I say, with a mischievous smirk that has made it's way onto my face. Plagg shakes his tiny head.
"Well, you make a fair couldn't we just get some camembert and stay here for a while?"
"No can do! I want to see the sights the best way possible. Plagg, CLAWS OUT!" I say loudly, as the kwami is pulled into the ring and I'm transformed into Chat Noir.

Sliding the window open, I step outside onto the balcony and look at the long drop below me with a smirk.

"This is going to be fun."

I had been vaulting along the rooftops of the new york skyline for about an hour before deciding I should go back to the hotel. After all, I want to make sure I get back before Natalie does. Leaping in the air again, I close my eyes and enjoy the breeze. Although, my enjoyment was cut short, as I suddenly crashed into something - or rather, someone - in mid air as we both tumbled to the building roof below us with a yelp. I roll into a crouching position to gain my balance.

"Ughhh..." I hear a voice say in front of me, with a bit of an echo to their voice. "Watch where you're going!" Looking up, I see a boy, not much older than myself with snow white hair in a black and white jumpsuit. I couldn't see the rest of his face as a white gloved hand was covering it, most likely holding his head in pain. The oddest part was he seemed to have an otherworldly glow about him.

"Who are you and what are you doing up here?" I ask him, curious as to how I could run into someone else mid-air. He takes a moment before looking up at me, moving his hand through his tangled mess of white hair. His bright, almost glowing, acidic green eyes meet my own, less intense green eyes. We just stare at each other for a while, until he pushes himself up, and starts to float. His eyes never leaving mine for a second before he speaks again.

"Me? I could ask the same thing about you, kitty-cat!" he says, his echoey voice a bit more confused than anything else.

I stand up, noticing how tall he is, even when he's flying, which still makes no sense to me. "The name's Chat. Chat Noir. Try to get it right, f-floaty… boy? Yeah, floaty-boy!" I say, putting my hands on my hips. The boy in front of me face palms.

"Floaty-boy? Seriously? That's worse than Inviso-Bill. Look, the names Phantom, Danny Phantom. And I think we both have some explaining to do."

CHAPTER END