Summary: Featuring the Great Big Roast of Chloé Bourgeois featuring André Bourgeois by Aubrianne Agreste.

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A/N: This be late because we have lives, and I have writer's block. ENJOY THE ROAST! It's a first for me, and a first of currently, two in this series. Beta'd by Toxic Girlfriend (ff & Tumblr).

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I'm scared to chase what I've been dreaming beyond a want. Day and night my mind is racing, dents and footprints I've been pacing: What am I supposed to find? My god: I'm the bait and the predator's my mind! When'd I become my own enemy? I don't understand what you see in me. 'Cause I'm just another story. Why aren't you afraid that I'll take a fall? Eye-to-eye our worlds collided, ear-to-ear you kept me smiling, kept me happy, kept me grounded before I flew away I felt it breaking: Then you came around. We brave and broken fewer: three cheers to fear the future.

-Nathan Sharp

Part XV

"Mari…!" Came Adrien's voice in a sing-song whisper. "Come find me~!"
Marinette glanced around her house, perplexed. She noted the high pitched giggled that did, in fact, not belong to the person trying to entice her to play, but acknowledged Adrien's happy go lucky hushing sounds.
She also took notice of the weird ass shaped present on the table top, (which couldn't fit Adrien, even if he tried).
"Maaaarii!"
That was it!
She ignored the present for now and crouched. "Oh, here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty…" She played along.

She saw Plagg before he had time to hide, so she was closing in.
Then she pounced seeing blonde hair.
"HAAAAAH!" She yelled as she flew.

"Okay, no, seriously. Why did I need to find your butt, and try for like an hour?" Marinette asked.
Adrien grinned and motioned to the fugly ass present. "TADA!" He celebrated.
"Um. Yay…?" Marinette started.
Adrien groaned. "Seriously. Anniversary… Remember? Presents are standard, right?" He asked.
Marinette blinked. "Seriously? That's today?" She asked.
Adrien nodded as he bounded from one leg to the other. "Yes! Just open it!" He said excitedly.

Marinette stared. "The hell is this weird ass backpack… thing?" She asked.
Adrien groaned beyond hope. "It's so we can carry precious cargo!" He said while lifting and placing said cargo.
Marinette still stared. "But you can't see…?" She questioned.
"That's the point, dear." Adrien said, mutely exhausted from trying to explain.
"But why is it the point? Why do we need this?" Marinette continued to question.
"Well, when we go out, we can take this with us! And always be together!" Adrien said hopefully.
Well, when he said it like that, it made a lot more sense.

"I don't know about you, but this thing looks heavy!" Marinette said, poking it.
"Try it on and see!" Adrien egged.
Marinette rolled her eyes but indulged him.
"…And…?" He asked, once helping her put it on, straps included.
"It's not bad. Well done with this weird ass backpack of yours!" Marinette told him.
"YES!" Adrien fist pumped the air.
Marinette giggled. "Down, Kitty." She laughed.
Then they looked to the alarming police system.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"

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"Nathalie…?" Aubrianne asked.
Nathalie looked up from her work. "Yes…?" She asked.
"What did they mean when they said Adrien is on leave from homework?" Aubrianne asked.
Nathalie blinked. "That would be the school's deciding on the account of what happened with Gabriel." Nathalie told her.
She blinked. "Well, okay, then." That made sense, at least. "How does he catch up? When does he get off "leave"?" She further questioned.
The Blank Nathalie Spell gave Aubrianne the suspicion the lady had no clue, and groaned aloud, and reach for her laptop.
The hell were kid's being taught these days, anyways?! She hoped it wouldn't be on technology, she still needed to catch up on that herself!

But first things first.
Where the hell did the Bourgeois' live now, anyways?
…At the Grand Paris. Seriously?
That made things a lot harder. She couldn't just waltz in there like she owned the place.
"Nathalie. How the hell do I get into the Grand Paris?" She seethed.
"Do you wish to speak to Monsieur Bourgeois?" Nathalie asked.
"Not just him. A little Mademoiselle, as well." Aubrianne stated.
"Understood. I shall arrange it." Nathalie reported.
"I also want to talk to whoever runs whichever school Adrien goes to." Aubrianne ranted.
Nathalie looked between her log of needed duties, and the long list Aubrianne had just given her, and noted with ice crawling over her spine, that it was going to be an incredibly long day and even longer week.

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"Okay, so I'm a little scared of your mother. Is that normal…?" Marinette asked, nervously from her chair at her desk.
Adrien just laughed, sitting next to her. "I think everyone fears her…" He started, fiddling with a stray piece of wool. "…She has good cause though…? I mean she had to be able to stand up on her own and win arguments with Gabriel…" Adrien said while shrugging.
"I guess… I don't think she likes me very much…" Marinette said slowly.
"I don't think she hates you, Princess. She would have said something." Adrien told her.
This caused her to perk up. "She doesn't?!" She asked while looking imploringly at her boyfriend.
Adrien just laughed and patted her shoulder. "You're fine, my Lady." He told her softly.
"She isn't gonna be like Chloé, though, yeah?" She said nervously.
Adrien blinked at her. "Marinette. She was chosen to be a miraculous holder for a reason." He said.
This made her feel so much better.
"…Are you sure I can't see your homework…?" Adrien asked bleakly.
"Adrien!" She giggled.

"No. Seriously. Please!" Adrien implored.
Marinette regarded him, with her head sided. "Why are you so insistent?" She asked.
Adrien just sighed and leant back against his chair. "It's because I'm running rings around my own head. I've never had this much free time since I was younger, I have no idea what to do with myself. And I know the content this year will rely on this homework you're doing now, and I won't have access to it, like you have. I'll be behind, because of my stupid Father. And I don't want to be left behind, again, Marinette. Can you understand that…?" Adrien pleaded her to understand.

Marinette blinked at him. "…Wait. They've given you nothing?!" She screeched.
He head-smashed her desk. "No!" He said back.
She stared at him, then bolted for her school stuff, bringing it back with her, and a notepad and pen. "No, seriously. There is some major content, I thought they would have at least given you that!" Marinette raged.
Adrien shook his head and held up a textbook. "Can I turn to page 394?" Adrien asked with a smile.
Marinette blinked, then booked him one. "Do, and I'll hurt you for the reference."
Adrien just laughed happily.

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When Madam Sancoeur appointed a time today for Agreste. André didn't think much of it, as there was only one Agreste he knew of that was currently inability to come to his hotel.
Oh, how he wished he gave it a second thought.
He was wrong. So very wrong.
He saw the door opening. It was an Agreste, that much was true, but his face fell a mile when he realised just which one it was.
She was smiling at him. Smiling. "André, dear! You're the mayor now!" She cooed.
Whelp. It was a short life. He was certainly going to die.
"How are you?" She questioned.

He stared at her and gulped. She had a reason for coming here.
And it wouldn't be kind to him. He knew it from that smile she had. That deadly smile. It had sent Gabriel running many a time, amongst others back in school. And now, he had no way out. No running for a nuclear shelter now.
"Madam!" He was able to crow.
And he only made it worse, as her smile deepened.
"Oh, I believe you know why I'm here." She said sweetly.
He didn't, but he'd find out very quickly, he'd imagine.
"Shall we sit down?" She asked.
Hell. He was going to hell in a handbasket.

Aubrianne knew at once André had no idea it was going to be her, and once he saw her, realised he was screwed.
"Dear, André. I'm afraid I'm going to need a little help." She continued, and he gulped, making her smile. "See? There is just something I just don't get. Perhaps you can explain it to me." Aubrianne told him.
André nodded nervously. "I-I'll try, Ma'am!" He said, nervously.
"Hmm." She started, smiling faux-happy. "I've been having such a rough time, since waking up, so I've been getting help with the time I've lost. And there just seems to be a little error that needs correcting." She said, in oncoming steel. "See. I'm so very confused about your daughter. Explain her behaviour. Now." She ordered flat out.
She sat back and watched him grow pale and sweat.

They both turned to see the hotel elevator let out their discussion topic.
"Oh! Look at that!" Aubrianne started, still faux-happy, and she bounded up from her chair, André racing to follow her. "It seems I can ask her myself. I can do that, can't I, André?" She asked, steel in her voice.
Just as Chloé came up to them with a pouty frown.
"Papa? Who's this?" She asked, looking Aubrianne up and down, as if sizing her up, trying to figure out where her familiarity came from.
It made Aubrianne smile, in such a way André flinched. "I'm Aubrianne Agreste, nice to meet you again! You've grown up so much!" Aubrianne held out her hand to Chloé.

Chloé immediately knew who she was talking to. "Oh, well!" She gloated and shook her hand.
"I get the feeling we're gonna get on like a house. on. fire." Aubrianne stated.
Chloé absolutely missed the threat. André didn't, and when he stepped forward, he noticed Aubrianne's glare turn up a megawatt in his direction.
Yep. He was going to hell.
"This-This has nothing to do with her…" André tried, confusing his daughter in the process.
Aubrianne laughed. "Oh, no? I'll make that judgement, André." Aubrianne counted venomously.
Chloé scoffed at her father. "Seriously, Papa?" She started, then looked to Aubrianne expectantly. "Are you here to talk about Adrien?" Chloé asked.
Aubrianne smirked. "Oh, yes, let's. Let's talk about my son."
This would be fun.

Aubrianne leant back on her chair as Chloé sat next to her father proudly.
"I'm glad you've come to me, and not anyone else! See, I'm still his friend!" Chloé gloated.
Aubrianne smiled and nodded. "You must simply tell me what's he like at school!" She encouraged.
For all intents and purposes, Aubrianne was genuinely curious to find out how Adrien managed to pull off going to school for the first time, seeing as it was the one fight she never won.
André noted his daughter was going to dig her own grave with this woman. And he couldn't do anything about it until Aubrianne got whatever it was she wanted.
"School is just fab! It's always awesome to have class with him! He wasn't allowed to sit next to me!" Chloé ended up raging.
Aubrianne made out to gasp. "Oh no! That's terrible! What happened!?" She asked.
"Some lower-class brats stole him away from me!" Chloé raged, André sunk further into his chair seeing the return of her deadly smirk.

"Lower-class?" Aubrianne prompted.
Chloé nodded and whipped her hair back over her shoulder. "Yes! It's just simply amazing they can be in the same room as us! It's simply tragic that they walk the same floor as me!" Chloé told her.
Aubrianne just smiled. This girl. This girl had it coming.
"You must get into arguments." Aubrianne edged.
Chloé nodded along. "Almost daily! It's as if they believe they can talk to me and argue my right!" Chloé said.

"…Right?" Aubrianne asked, genuinely confused at her meaning.
"The right to contradict me! The Paysan-Boulanger does it constantly! It's so annoying! I hate her! Adrien does as well!" Chloé raged.
This got Aubrianne's eyebrows to raise. So, she went around calling people names too. She watched as her father shrunk in size. He knew where this was going, he might have as well as handed her a physical shovel when he let her get this bad.
"That must be rough!" Aubrianne said, in a faux-sympathising voice.
Chloé just nodded. "She is the one that annoys me the most!" She told.
Aubrianne sided her head. "Who?" She asked.
"That damn paysan Marinette! She's taking my Adrien away! You simply must stop her! She is beneath us!" Chloé demanded.
Bingo.

"Marinette is the girl you fight a lot with?" Aubrianne asked. Chloé nodded. "The one who you intentionally hit, and Adrien needed to intervene?" Aubrianne continued, her voice now devoid of emotion, other than flat out rage.
Chloé blinked. "What…?" She asked, not entirely sure where the conversation had gone, or how it ended there.
Aubrianne turned her glare back to the mayor's shadow. "See. This is the thing I was having trouble with." She sighed. "I am having so much trouble understanding her." She let her voice show how unpleasant she thought this was, and how angry she was.
André gulped while Chloé looked confused.

Aubrianne turned her glare to Chloé, who immediately stalled, seeing no friendly demeanour Aubrianne had with her five seconds ago, "For the record, I know all about the little fights you've had across the time Adrien has been in your classroom, I have seen them firsthand thanks to that Ladyblog. I know because of that you have caused a great deal of pain to all your classmates, including my Adrien. Damned, your reasons be!" Her voice was dripping further with venom the more she spoke, and her demeanour was far from pleasant. "I wouldn't have pegged the little girl I remember who enjoyed little tea parties to be this cruel, this disheartened, to anyone. Class status you've set up, be damned!" Aubrianne had raised her voice, and it certainly got Chloé's attention when she smashed her fist down on the table between them, making both father and daughter jump. Aubrianne could see that behind doe face eyes Chloé was afraid.
Good on her.

"Let me get one thing straight here. Adrien is not some tool you can own, something you can parade and put up on a shelf to further your so-called status. I don't give a rat's ass if you're the queen's daughter, or a daughter of a baker!" She seethed, watching the girl cower alongside her father, as she stood up menacingly.
"I do not care what kind of self-status system you've constructed, but in current times, there is no class system. Your living style, and your bank allowance, be damned!" Aubrianne told her, and her father too, seeing as he let this get this far. "You are not to be unkind to the smallest creature under your foot, do I make myself clear?!" Aubrianne seethed.
Chloé silently nodded, gobsmacked.
"Good." Aubrianne started. "I will be watching. I will be waiting. You have the first school term to come to my promise, or I will make your life a living hell, do you understand me?" She asked.
Chloé nodded extremely quickly.
"And you." André snapped up. "Be careful." She threatened, then walked out, leaving them to sweat in peace.

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A/N: Whoever guesses the backpack thing gets a surprise.