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It was three in the morning and there was an akuma over Paris.
A very loud, very sleep disturbing akuma over Paris.
More specifically, a very loud, very sleep disturbing akuma over the Seine river, just above Juleka's houseboat.
"Can't Hawkmoth do this at a more convenient time?" Luka groaned as he looked up at the battle in the skies above. There was yet another explosion and the sky lit up for what was the third time that hour. "Like, at a reasonable time when normal people are awake."
"Well, ya can't go ta sleep with that racket on up there," Anarka Couffaine said philosophically. "Might as well have somemat ta drink. What say ye ta some hot chocolate maties?"
"Yeah. Thanks mum," Luka said. Juleka nodded as she looked up at the battle above, entranced by the sight above them.
The akuma was fairly average as far as akumas went, an explosion of colour and dangerous powers on a floating platform in the sky. A platform that abruptly tilted as Chat Noir's Cataclysm took out one of it's engines.
There was another explosion and Chat Noir was sent flying into the Seine river less than a dozen metres away. Without a moments hesitation, Juleka dived in after him.
Dragging the wildly flailing Chat Noir back to her houseboat was probably the hardest thing Juleka had ever done. He flailed about wildly, his claws scratching her arms and face alike. One narrowly avoided taking her eye out, while another left a sharp, stinging wound on her arm.
Suddenly he calmed down, his claws replaced by fingers in a flash of green magic.
"Awww, I HATE getting wet!" a strange voice said plaintively from somewhere outside of Juleka's vision. Juleka however simply concentrated on pulling up the now detransformed Chat Noir onto the boat. The water ridiculously cold and frankly, she wanted out.
Chat Noir coughed twice as a wave of healing Laybugs swept the city. Juleka looked away from the now detransformed Chat Noir. Secret identities were secret for a reason after all.
"Thanks," he said weakly and Juleka looked up in surprise. She recognised that voice!
Chat had hidden wrapped himself in some sheets, covering everything but his eyes. Juleka continued to stare in disbelief. There was no mistaking those eyes either.
"I'm sorry about…" he gestured at Juleka's scratch marks and Juleka shrugged.
"Oh my poor, sweet Camembert," the strange voice said, followed by an annoyed whisper from Adrien.
"That's okay…Adrien," she said with a slightly hysterical giggle. Luka looked at them both with surprise
"I guess you could say…the cat's out of the bag?" Adrien said with a weak smile as he dropped the sheets hiding his face. It was perhaps fortunate that they were alone really. Suddenly Juleka let out a squeal of mortification, her face burning bright red. Here she was, with the boy she knew, in her soaking wet nightdress that left little to the imagination. (She was grateful now that her mother insisted that they have underwear on in bed.)
With a flash of green magic, he changed back into Chat Noir and was off into the night as Anarka Couffaine charged up to where they were.
"Well that was unexpected. Are ye alright Juleka. Did he hurt ye at all?"
Juleka shook her head and she gave another slightly hysterical giggle. This HAD been an interesting night!