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What can I say? I haven´t really expected any difference. Chat thought and he was right.

Nobody would be shocked to see such a picture before their eyes. You´re asking why he´s in that situation? Well, you see, he kinda asked a very, let´s say, unordinary question. Why did he asked it? Oh that´s an easy one. Well, he may or may not … y´know … Ummm. Argh, forget it I´m not telling you, at least not know. You´re finding it out soon enough. But let´s get back to the problem at hand.

Marinette was sitting in her chair like a statue. Frozen with a surprised, disturbed, confused, flustered and all in all very shocked expression on her, now, red face. The controller, that Marinette was holding mere seconds ago, now lying on the ground. It´s not an everyday experience, that one of the local superhero´s in town asks you ´if he can live with you`. Especially when you are his teammate and friend, which he of course doesn´t know about, or so Marinette thought and hoped. She was just staring at him, mouth agape and wide-eyed, trying to process the new information as fast, but careful as possible.

So there they were.

Looking at each other.

Not moving or making any noise.

There was only a car driving by.

Then silence, again.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes and nothing changed.

After ten minutes passed, Chat loosed all hope that he could stay, or at least get an answer. He sighed and stood up. Laying the controller, that was in his hand the entire time, carefully on the desk. He glanced one last time at Marinette before he turned around and began to walk to the trapdoor, which leaded to her balcony.

"WAIT!"

A hand grabbed his wrist and he was pulled back into the chair. Looking surprised at Marinette, which was still holding his wrist.

"Wait." Marinette said quieter this time and with very red cheeks.

Chat was moving around in his chair so he could sit normally. Marinette's hand sliding along his arm and hand back to her body. She shyly hold it in front of her chest with her other hand before continuing.

Quietly and flustered she said, "I know I don´t have the right to ask why, so I won´t, but I want to know …why me? Why me of all people? We don´t know each other very well and even though you call me a friend, I-I … I just … don´t know."

Her hands moved down into her lap in the time she spoke and her eyes were fixed on the floor. There was silence again, but not an as awkward one as the one before.

Why? Is he a homeless boy? Did his parent´s die? And why me? Do we know each other? Does he know I´m Ladybug?! No, he can´t, but why?

Repeating those questions again and again in her mind, was like hearing a broken sound player or radio.

"Well."

Chat continued, breaking Marinette´s stream of thought and bringing her attention to him.

"You´re a very astonishing girl, Marinette. And I know that you just think of me as the joking sidekick of Ladybug, but I´m not asking you as a hero, rather as a teenage boy, which needs your help. I know we don´t know each other very well, but I´m sure that you are a very loyal, trustful and honest person. I would be so happy if I could live with you."

Marinette looked at him the entire time with an expression, he can´t quite make out, but he thought he saw a little smile at the end of his speech. That smile quickly faded and Marinette looked down again.

"You don´t know me. I don´t know you. I don´t even know if you could live here. I´m not sure. I´m not sure about anything right now. Why do you need to live elsewhere? Why here with me? Is this the reason you were looking so bad when you came here? Did you live in the streets? Don´t you have family, which let you live with them?"

Marinette sighed and slumped down her shoulders.

"I´m so confused right now."

Chat just looked at her, his gaze full of compassion. He was silent for a minute, trying to sort all of the words he needed.

He sighed and continued, "To answer your questions: Yes I´ve lived on the streets, for two days to be exact. No, unfortunately I have no other family members that I can contact. And…"

He sighed.

"I´m sorry. I can´t tell you why I needed to run away from home and I also can´t tell you why I´ve come to you. It was like an instinct, you know? I´m glad I did that, because you´re an awesome person, but I also can understand if you don´t want me to live here."

Marinette just couldn´t asked more question. She was simply just not able to. He said that with such a sad tone, Marinette could already tell that it was a very bothersome topic for him. She also was getting surer and surer that he knows her from somewhere and that the trust he has in her was real. Not something he wants to say to manipulate her, so he can stay here. It was really important for him and she couldn´t let him live on the streets again. In the worst case he could die! But she couldn´t let him live with her, could she?

Chat was getting nervous. Marinette was just looking at something in the distance, probably thinking of something. But after three minutes every person gets nervous, when something important is being discussed. After five minutes, Chat just couldn´t bother Marinette anymore. He stood up, walked to the trapdoor, climbed the stairs, opened it and …

"You can stay."

Those three words almost made him fall. He carefully looked to Marinette, which was looking at him with big eyes. Apparently she couldn´t believe it either, that she just said those words. She probably wasn´t even sure if he heard her. Well Chat heard her just fine. His cat ears were good as ever and could even hear a mouse from a long distance away. And now they were pressed down against his head.

Chat climbed down and could do nothing more than to ask, "Are you sure?"

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?!

Marinette was repeating it over and over again. She could do nothing more than to sit there like stone, looking past Chat at her wall. She barely even noticed him standing up and walking to her trapdoor. After he arrived at the stairs, she could see Tikki. She was slowly flying out of her hiding spot, looking very concerned at Marinette. Marinette was looking at Tikki. The question, which was being repeated in her mind, clearly noticeable on her face. Tikki must have sensed this, because she slowly came a little bit closer to Marinette and nodded. Smiling she nodded again, this time more enthusiastically, encouraging Marinette on.

"You can stay."

Did she just said that?

Ok Marinette, don´t panic. It was certainly for the best. And my parents will surely understand. You can do it! No problem.

"Y-yes, you … can."

Marinette said a little bit louder this time, looking Chat in the eyes. He was perplex.

"Marinette I-I don´t want to be a burden for you. Are you really sure that I can stay?"

"Of course I´m sure! Would I have said that if I weren´t sure?!"

She didn´t know why, but for some reason she had gotten angry. Well, It´s 2 am and she had School that day, so she´s tired as hell.

Chat was just very bewildered. He looked at her as if she came from another planet.

"I´m sorry." Apologized Marinette.

"I´m just very tired. I had school today, y´know?"

Chat´s gaze softened and he nodded in understanding.

"If you really think I can live with you than …"

"I don´t think it, I know it. Of course you can stay here. A little fuzzy kitty shouldn´t live on the street."

She needed to snicker at that and after she looked at his face, she bursted into full laughter. Chat just chuckled a little awkwardly, not able to follow the conversation at this moment.

"Well thank you princess." He said.

"But I wanted to ask something different."

Marinette looked up and stopped laughing, well at least tried to, and listened closely. After he thought he had her full attention, he began talking again.

"Well, as I wanted to ask, what do you gonna tell your parent´s?"

"My parent´s!?"

Marinette jumped up and walked through the room. Moving in a circle she passed her computer, the trapdoor that leaded to the living room, Chat, who was now standing at his chair again, and other things that were in her room. At the same time, Marinette was rambling something that Chat couldn´t make out. Even with his catlike ears. After some time Chat just sat down. Watching as if he were in a cinema. He didn´t know why, but it was a little bit entertaining. It was like watching roadrunner or something.

"You know what?" Marinette said now standing before him.

Her head and shoulders slumped down and a look of exhaustion on her red face.

"I´m figuring it out once they´re here."

After sitting, more like falling, on her chair she uttered under her breath.

"I think I´m having a headache."

Chat just chuckled. "I think it would be good if you go to bed, princess."

"Good idea." Marinette said and was standing up.

While grabbing her pyjamas and going downstairs, she said "You can sleep on the chaise."

Chat glanced at the mentioned object.

"Thank you, but I need to fetch something from home. I´m back in a second."

The last part was practically a scream, because Marinette was already downstairs.

"Ok, but be fast. I can´t open the trapdoor when I´m asleep!"

And the door to the bathroom was being shut.

He just shrugged and walked to the trapdoor. He opened it, got out and he immediately felt the cold air hitting his body. Well, the Parisian autumn night's weren´t exactly warm ones. He breathed in and out, enjoying the cold and fresh air that the world had to offer. After closing the hatch he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, having no problems with the darkness of the night. Having night vision isn´t a bad thing, y´know. Sometimes he glanced at the streets, noticing, of course, the lack of a human being nearby. But it was 2.10 am and so it wasn´t really a surprise. He slowly could make out the silhouette of his destination in the distance.

I hope that nobody notices me there. Don´t want any more trouble. But why should they care?

After arriving at the big mansion, he quickly looked around and checked if the coast was clear. As he made himself sure that nothing was around he stepped into the big room. Memories were passing by and he wanted to leave as fast as possible. He never wanted to come to this place at all. Never wanting to live here and never, in his entire life, wanting to see them again, to see him again. Quickly trying to stop the thought, he shakes his head, as if to get it out and concentrate on the task at hand. Not wanting to spend any more time here, he quickly packed some clothes, a toothbrush and comb and other things he needed.

After everything was in his backpack he quickly made his way to the window and jumped out. He was leaving like it was some sort of hunt. As if hundreds of dogs were chasing him, with their blank teeth and strong jaw, ready to bite through bones. He ran faster at the mere thought of it. Unfortunately he missed one jump and fell over it. Yes, head on concrete. That´s a very painful experience. As he was standing up, he moved his hand to his head. Holding it and trying not to make any wrong movement. Unfortunately, any movement was a wrong one.

"I´m gonna feel this tomorrow."

He said in pain, but kept on going until he saw Marinette's balcony. He jumped on it and knocked at the trapdoor. Marinette immediately opened it and greeted him.

"Well, that was fast."

Chat just smiled at her awkwardly, trying to cover the fact that he tripped. She just looked him up and down. First she recognized the backpack on his back and secondly a red spot on his forehead that quickly formed to a big bump.

"Did you … fall?" Asked Marinette concerned.

"Pffff Noooo-"

He looked her in the eyes.

"-Yes."

He said and looked down ashamed.

"You silly kitty. Come inside and I´ll fetch some ice."

She giggled and walked down into the kitchen. Chat just got inside and closed the hatch. He walked to the chaise, to lay his backpack down, only to find a pillow and blanket neatly put there.

"I see that you already prepared the bed."

He said with a smile. Loud enough for her to hear him.

"Of course."

She said as she walked back into her room. After she closed the trapdoor she felt some arms around her torso, which pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you for letting me stay her."

Chat said with a smile and cuddled more to her.

"No problem, Chat."

They stayed like that for a moment until Marinette pressed the ice on his head.

"Au!" Chat protested in pain.

"Sorry."

After Chats head didn´t hurt that much anymore, both of them got into their beds and snuggled into them, enjoying the warmth. After he thanked her for the millionth time they both got to sleep. It was a very long night, to say the least.