If Nino was being completely honest with himself, this date royally sucked. Not the musical; no, that he could handle. He had liked it well enough the first time he'd sat through it. The songs were catchy and he could tell the actors were really giving it their all. What sucked was the grouch sitting beside him. He loved Alya, he really did, but for the love of God, would it kill her to at least tell him what the hell he did?! It wasn't as if he hadn't asked, either. Several times that night, he'd tried to strike up a convo with her, each time going nowhere. She seemed much more content to just fume at him in silence. Usually, he could pick up on the issue no problem. Then he could coax her into seeing past whatever fuck-up he may or may not have done (she's been wrong before; not that he'd ever tell her that). But not this time. No, Alya seemed keen on holding onto whatever was pissing her off, and Nino just didn't have enough to go on to figure out the what and why of it. All he really knew was that whatever he did was recent. She'd been downright ecstatic when she'd called him, earlier.
"Alya, come on," he whispered to her. "At least give me a hint."
"I told you, it's fine," Alya hissed back. She tapped on her phone screen, tsking at the time. Why wasn't the damn thief here, already?
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to say I don't believe you," Nino said with a sigh. "Look, whatever I did, I'm sorry, okay? So can we stop it with the cold shoulder, now?"
Alya groaned. "It's nothing you did, okay? Just let me be mad for a bit."
"You know I can't do that, babe."
She looked over at her boyfriend, then sighed, plopping her phone in her lap. "You told me Adrien wasn't seeing anyone."
"He's not," Nino said with a frown.
"Yeah, well, why am I being told he's been shoving his tongue down Luna's throat?"
Nino sat up straight. "If he is, he sure as hell didn't tell me."
Alya rolled her eyes. "You really expect me to buy that?"
"Babe, that doesn't sound like our boy. Where'd you even hear this?"
"From Luna."
"What?"
"SHHHH!"
Both teens ducked their heads at the sudden scolding. Alya huffed as she sank down in her seat, arms crossed. Nino pulled on the bill of his cap. He gave his girl a sidelong glance.
"Maybe it's a misunderstanding," he told her, keeping his voice low this time.
"She made it pretty damn clear, Nino."
"Yeah, but-"
"To Marinette, I might add."
Nino's mouth thinned into a hard line. "You can't fault him for liking someone else, Alya."
"I know that," she groaned. "But Luna? Nino, that's our best friend."
"Funny, I remember my crush passing me over for my best friend, too."
That gave her pause. "Yeah, well... this is different..."
"Is it?" he asked with a deadpan look.
"...You weren't there, Nino. Marinette's heartbroken. I almost didn't come, tonight, because of it."
"I don't know what to tell you, Aly. Marinette didn't exactly put herself out there for him."
Alya huffed. "Oh, come off it! You know she was-"
"-Nervous. Yeah, I do know. I've also been there. Being told your crush isn't into you hurts. But it's not the end of the world. Mari will be fine."
"But-"
"Babe, please," Nino stressed. "So what if they kissed? That doesn't exactly mean they like each other. And even if they do, are you really okay with losing a friend over some guy?"
With a sigh, the blogger rested her head on his shoulder. "I hate it when you make sense."
Nino grinned. "This mean you're not mad at me, anymore?"
Her hazel eyes peered up at him over the rim of her glasses. "I wasn't mad at you."
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. "For the record, I totally got the better deal in the end."
"Shut up," she said, jabbing him with an elbow.
They settled into each other and focused on the play. And for a moment, Alya was actually getting into it. She wasn't about to sing it any praises, but even she had to admit the show was entertaining. That thought was instantly thrown out the window as soon as the thief took the stage. The blogger shot up out of her seat with gleaming eyes. Screw the damn musical! The main event was finally here! Nino held onto his ball cap as his girl sprang over him to get to the open aisle. Not that he really minded. If her mood was brighter, then he'd consider the night a win.
Chat wasn't sure what to make of Spades' attitude. Something about the way she moved and spoke seemed odd to him. Even as she hyped up the crowd. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, though. A snort made him look at the girl beside him.
"Someone sure is cocky, tonight," Ladybug said, turning her nose up at the thief.
Spades chuckled, tucking her hands behind her back. "And why shouldn't I be? Who else can get to say they've gone against Paris' finest and won? Because I will win. Period."
Chat strode towards the stage, both wrists resting on his staff. "Well, Spadesy, with that kind of challenge, I'll have to bring my A-game." He flashed her a cheeky grin as he climbed the steps to her right.
"Oh, please do! Let's not have a repeat of the Louvre, hm?"
"You act as if you won that fight," Ladybug tried to say with confidence. She, too, made her way onstage, flanking the thief on her left. She motioned for the actors still onstage to leave. Knowing Spades, things were bound to get messy, and she really didn't want them caught in the crossfire. Thankfully, "Christine" gave her a nod and dragged her co-star away from the danger.
Spades cocked her head. "Didn't I, though? I mean, you two even had a full police force on your side, and you still couldn't keep hold of me." She faked a gasp. "Oh, no! You two aren't gonna need a handicap, are you?"
The heroine growled. She began to whip her yo-yo at her side. "Enough chit-chat! Chat Noir?"
"Rrrready as always, Bugaboo," the feline purred. Still, he couldn't quite shake the feeling of unease. 'Why?' Chat asked himself. 'What's so off about her?' He kept his gaze sharp as he lowered his stance, staff at the ready.
"Well then, why don't we make things interesting?" Spades said as drew a remote from her belt. With the click of a button, a digital clock came to life overhead. "I'll give you ten minutes to get the mask back. If you can keep it out of my hands when the clock hits zero, then I'll admit defeat. Sound fair, lovebug?"
"You? Playing fair? That's a laugh," Ladybug said as she rolled her eyes.
The thief shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for trying." She raised her remote high overhead, flashing the crowd a wild grin. "Alright then, kids! Let the show begin!"
With another press of a button, the stage lit up in an inferno. Both heroes jumped as the flames pressed them closer to the thief. The flames began to pulse in a rhythm, rising and falling from hidden spouts in the stage. Chat's ears flattened. Pyrotechnics? Seriously? In the midst of their confusion, Spades launched a dagger at each of her foes. As Ladybug ducked, Chat deflected his on instinct, sending it flying into a set piece. His gaze returned to the thief, who beckoned for him with a smirk. The cat grinned. He rushed towards her, thrusting his staff towards her stomach. Spades side-stepped with ease, drawing another pair of blades. She caught the staff on his next swing, and sparks flew from the clash of metal.
"I get you like blowing smoke, Spadesy, but the fire's a bit much, don't you think?" Chat asked.
"Just figured I'd heat things up," the thief retorted. "Why? Too hot for you to handle?"
He snickered. "As if."
They broke apart, and Chat charged forward, berating the thief with his attacks. She danced around each swing, each jab. Blow after powerful blow, and not one of them found their mark. Still, Chat pressed on, forcing Spades further and further back. And ever closer to the bug. He eyed his partner, and Ladybug nodded to him. Chat spun, finally landing a kick to the thief's torso. She doubled over with a grunt, but before she had a chance to recover, Ladybug made her move. She tossed her yo-yo at the thief, lassoing her arms to her sides at the elbow. Spades growled as she was yanked back. She barely dodged Chat's next swing, but managed to knee him in the chest as he leaned in. Chat gasped, or tried to, anyway. The blow did knock the wind out of him. He was so focused on trying to breathe again that he almost missed the metallic clang. Spades had dropped her daggers and was now grasping Chat by the belt. Within a split-second, the thief rolled on her back, and Chat was suddenly airborne. He let out a yelp as she kicked him overhead, soaring towards his partner. The resulting crash had the duo on the ground, groaning.
"Aren't you supposed to land on your feet?" Ladybug quipped, shoving the blond off of her.
"I'm having another off-day." Chat rubbed his chest with a wince. He glanced back at the thief as she strode towards them, casually swinging Ladybug's yo-yo.
"What happened to your A-game, kitten?" she taunted. "I'm starting to get bored, over here."
Again with that tone. Why did it sound so wrong to him? Was she not taking them seriously? Chat studied Spades' face. He couldn't see her eyes from where he was, but despite her smirk, her gaze felt... condescending... His breath hitched. That was it, wasn't it? She was being serious. Dangerously so. Their banter, the taunts, everything about her up to this point had been rigid. False.
This wasn't a bet, anymore. It was a performance.
"I'm waiting~" Spades sang.
"She's tap-dancing on my last nerve," Ladybug hissed as she stood.
"Breathe, bugaboo," Chat said, calmly. He kept his body low, eyes trained on his target. "She wants you angry."
"Give the cat a gold star! I always knew you were more than just a pretty face." Spades giggled, and Chat's ears flattened at the empty sound. "You have to admit, though. That temper's pretty sexy."
"I've had just about enough of you!" Ladybug snapped. She took a step forward only for Chat to throw an arm up to stop her. Sweat ran down his neck as he dared a look at his partner.
"Milady, please!"
"Yes, please, lovebug! Let's see Paris' dynamic duo win the day, yet again, hm? Show everyone here how to put this petty thief in her place."
"Oh, don't worry! I plan on it!"
"Stop wasting time, then." Spades opened her arms wide. "I'm right here. Ready and willing."
A guttural growl rose from the heroine, making Chat's hair stand on end. "Ladybug, I-"
"We're gonna rush her."
"I don't think that's wise."
"You got a better idea?"
Chat bit his cheek as he thought. "We don't need to get the mask back, right? We just need to keep her from leaving with it."
Ladybug glanced at him, eyes shining. "You don't mean-" She was cut off as her yo-yo was beamed at her head, knocking her back. Chat looked back at the thief just in time to see her shooting right for him, her blade poised for his stomach. He managed to counter her blow, but the force of it pushed him closer to the pulsing flames. Even as they licked at his back, Chat felt a chill run up his spine.
"I'm three feet in front of you, and you choose now to talk battle tactics?" Spades asked.
Chat strained against her, baring his teeth in a guttural growl. With the push of a button, his staff separated, forcing the thief's arms apart and giving the cat the chance to aim a kick at her side. Spades flung herself backwards out of his reach. As she rolled back to her feet, she had to put up an arm to block Ladybug's attack, the heroine's yo-yo winding around it.
"Clearly, we don't see you as much of a threat," the bug spat.
Spades gritted her teeth in a smirk. "And here I thought I'd made a good impression. Guess I'll have to try harder."
As she spoke, the thief drew several items out of her belt and slammed a smoke bomb down on the stage.
"Oh, no you don't!"
Before Chat could stop her, Ladybug charged forward. Suddenly, her footing slid out from under her. A hand shot out of the smoke and caught Ladybug by the throat. She slammed down onto her back, the wind knocked right out her.
"Ladybug!"
"Really should've listened to your kitten, lovebug," Spades taunted. She kept her hand at her opponent's throat, the other one waving the mask about. "One minute left. Looks like I win."
Ladybug glared, panting for air. "Don't… be so cocky!" With as much strength as she could muster, the bug folded up and aimed a kick for the thief's hand, and the mask in it. The prop soared over them, and Chat saw his chance. Abandoning his staff, the cat shot forward with a cry.
The world seemed to slow in that moment. Spades tried to reach for the mask, but Ladybug held her back, entangling the thief with her whole body. Chat leapt into the air as black sparks enveloped his hand. He heart pounded in his chest. Almost there. Just a bit more…
He heard a yelp of pain, and suddenly Chat was being yanked backwards by his tail. He tried to flail out of the grip until the familiar touch of cool metal hit his neck. Dread sank like a rock in his stomach. Chat glanced at the thief and was met with steely eyes.
"Nice try," she told him. Then she flipped the switch.
As soon as the cat crumpled to the ground, Spades dropped the taser into his open palm. Within seconds, the device crumbled into ash and, more importantly, Chat's cataclysm was rendered useless. Her gaze returned to the now falling mask which she caught with ease just as s buzzer rang.
"Aww, so close, too," Spades said. She pulled out her remote again and killed the flames. "But it looks like this hand goes to me. No hard feelings though, right?"
"Fuck you."
She looked down at a glaring Ladybug. The heroine wiped blood off her now swelling lip. Part of the thief wanted to feel bad about decking her former friend, but all she felt was numb. Numb was better, anyway.
"Still," she continued. "I'd feel bad if I left you both empty-handed, so how bout a consolation prize?"
Ladybug growled. "I'll tell you where you can shove your stupid prize."
"No one likes a sore loser, lovebug," Spades said, shaking her head. Movement caught her eye as she saw Officer Robert file in with a band of uniforms behind him. The thief smirked.
"That seems to be my cue." She swept low into a bow. "You've been a wonderful audience! And now I must bid you adieu!"
"Stop her!" The chief of police roared.
The officers all rushed the stage, even Ladybug scrambled to pounce on the thief. Chat, however, sat stock still. Even if he wanted to, he already knew they weren't going to touch her. He watched in a daze as a spray of colored smoke shot down from above, covering the stage and leaving the pursuers in a coughing fit. Chat barely shielded himself from the haze as his eyes scanned center stage. As he expected, Spades was nowhere to be seen once the smoke cleared. What Chat didn't expect was the chorus of gasps echoing around him. Glancing up, he suddenly saw why. Swinging on a thin wire like a pendulum was an all too familiar painting. Chat clenched his fists, dust spilling from his right hand.
No way was that a consolation prize. As the Forest of Emerald Leaves came to a stop over an open trap door, all Chat could think was her rubbing salt in the wound.
Everything from that point was a blur. The police were quick to seize the painting and question the cast and audience. Ladybug gave her report with chagrin. Officer Roger thanked her, then moved on to the next person, leaving the heroine alone with her thoughts. She turned her attention to her partner. Chat had positioned himself in front of the trap door. A playing card danced between his fingers as he stared down into the darkness beneath the stage. A group of officers had ventured in after the thief, but they knew better. No doubt, Spades was already long gone. Ladybug sighed as she made her way to the cat's side. She rested a hand on his shoulder, offering Chat a smile.
"We'll get her next time, minou," she told him.
He smiled, but didn't look at her. "Doesn't really change our track record. Seems our thief has a nasty habit of getting what she wants." Chat offered her the card. "Found this stuck to the top of the trap door."
Ladybug took it with a frown. "An eight? I thought she only left aces."
"You remember her first challenge, right?" he asked as he stood. "The card she'd given for the Ladyblog was a different number, too. My guess is the different numbers have different meanings."
"So what's this one supposed to mean?"
Chat opened his staff and read aloud to her. "The Eight of Spades. In cartomancy, it typically represents danger, temptation, and upsets. Almost every card in the suit is seen as a sign of misfortune, though."
Ladybug glowered at the card. "Temptation? Seriously? Someone thinks highly of themselves."
He gave her an odd smirk, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Maybe. Gotta admit it was a pretty upsetting night, though."
Before she could answer, a teen slid to a halt beside them. Her red hair clung to her skin and stuck up every which way, a clear sign of her struggle to get there.
"Ladybug!" Alya said through pants. "A word for the Ladyblog! Was that really the Forest of Emerald Leaves?! The same painting the Thief of Spades tried taking just last week?! How'd she get her hands on it if the Louvre hasn't put it back on display, yet?!"
Both teens were put off by the rapid fire questioning. Ladybug did her best to keep smiling, even though she just wasn't in the mood to be grilled by her best friend. She was trying to think of a way to respond when Chat beat her to the punch.
"We can't say for sure if that's really the same painting," he said, calmly. "Though, if it is, then Miss Spades is far more clever than we gave her credit."
The lie came out so easily that Ladybug herself almost believed it. She cleared her throat before speaking, as well. "Clearly, we underestimated her, tonight. Next time we meet, she won't be so lucky."
Alya looked like she was about to ask more, but she was cut off by Officer Roger's return. "Alright, missy. Away from the crime scene." He grabbed the blogger's arm and began to drag her off stage. Alya struggled against him in vain.
"Hey, wait! I wasn't done, yet! This is an obstruction of journalism!"
Ladybug hid a chuckle in her palm. When she turned back to her partner, though, her smile dissolved. Chat seemed more distant than ever. His eyes were cast down, full of the same quiet emotion she'd seen the night before.
"Chat?" she asked tentatively. He blinked up at her with a soft "hm". "Everything alright?"
"Yeah! Guess I'm just a little bummed we lost." He chuckled, though Ladybug didn't quite buy it.
"Chaton-"
"Really, Milady," he cut in. "I'm okay."
They stared at each other for a heartbeat. Ladybug wanted to press. She wanted to make everything okay, again. But, she knew she didn't have any right to. Still, she opened her mouth to try and offer some form of comfort, but she was stopped by an all-too-familiar beeping. Chat looked down at his ring with a sigh.
"Looks like my time's up," he told her. He then turned to his partner and bowed. "A pleasure as always, Milady. We'll have to do this again sometime."
Ladybug smiled at him. "I thought you were a taken cat."
Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before dhe could question it. "Even so, I can always make time for you. Catch you later, bugaboo." He straightened to give her a mock salute, then he took out his staff and vaulted over the mass of people and out the door.
By the time she landed on her balcony, Marinette was beyond tired. She stretched out her sore muscles as reddish sparks surrounded her, dropping her transformation. Tikki floated in front of her chosen, mirroring her somber expression.
"Do you think he's really okay, Tikki?" Marinette murmured.
"I think he's just not ready to talk about it," the kwami said. "Give him time, Marinette."
"But he promised he would. I just feel so useless."
Tikki touched her cheek. "He knows you're there for him. Sometimes, that's all you can do to help. Have faith, okay?"
Marinette cupped the little red bug and nuzzled her. "What would I do without you?"
Tikki giggled. "Let's head inside. I'm starving."
"Alright, alright. I'll see if I can sneak some cookies from the bakery."
Marinette opened her balcony door and dropped into her room. Just hitting her bed made her long for it. Her body ached from the fight, and the thought of snuggling into her sheets was more than a little enticing. Then, again, so wasn't a long hot shower. Marinette was deep in that fantasy when she froze halfway down her steps. Her stomach flipped in place. She wasn't alone. In fact, Spades had made herself quite at home. She sat sprawled across Marinette's chamois, one leg bent and an arm draped over the back. A sketch pad was propped up in her lap, and the thief lazily leafed through the pages. For the longest time, Marinette stood in stunned silence. What could she say? Why was she even here?!
"'Wouldn't call it jealousy,' she says," Spades drawled, finally breaking the silence. She didn't bother lifting her eyes towards the other girl. "Quite a few hearts on these pages for someone who isn't jealous. But, that's just my opinion."
"How'd you get in here?" Marinette demanded.
The thief tossed the pad aside and, at last, took notice of the room's owner. "That's not the first question you should be asking, Spots. For what it's worth, though, you really should lock your balcony skylight. Not saying it would've stopped me, just that it's a good idea."
Marinette could hear her own pulse hammer away. Her knuckles turned white from her grip on the railing. This couldn't be happening. She swallowed hard, tried to even out her breathing.
"W-what're you talking about?" she asked, kicking herself for the stutter.
Spades chuckled. "It's a little too late to deny it, Red. We both know lies aren't your strong suit, anyway."
"Stop calling me that," Marinette snapped. "I said I don't know what you're talking about."
"Fine. Be that way." The thief swung her legs to the floor to sit up straight. Her hand slid beneath the chamois, searching for something. "I was hoping to speak to her ladyship, this evening. But, if she's not available, I'll just let myself out."
Marinette frowned. "What're you-"
Spades pulled out a pink polka-dotted book, and Marinette choked on her words. The thief grinned as she waved the diary in front of her. "You don't mind if I borrow this, do you? It's a very... enlightening read."
"H-h-how did you-"
"I'll admit, the trick lock-box was clever, Spots. Definitely would give the average person some trouble. But, like I said," Spades taunted. "Locks don't really stop me."
Dread took hold of the heroine. There was no denying it, anymore. Her whole life was in that diary; absolutely everything. Her stomach churned. Part of her prayed this was just some sick twisted nightmare, but she knew deep down she wasn't that. Shaking, Marinette sat down on her stairs, leveling a glare at the thief.
"What do you want?" she hissed.
"Just some girl talk, lovebug," Spades said, placing the diary in her lap. "You'll get this back when we're done. And no, I'm not going to out your little secret. You have my word."
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"It was good enough for the kitten," Spades said with a shrug.
"Kitten?" Marinette asked with a frown. "What does Chat have to do with anything?"
Her face turned grim. "He's the entire reason I'm here, Mari."
Realization set in, bringing the heroine back to her feet. "You... You're her. You're the girl Chat..."
The thief raised her brow. "I'm surprised he told you. But, that does make things easier."
Marinette was stunned silent for a moment. She stared Spades down in disbelief. The other girl barely looked fazed. It was like she didn't care. Nails dug deep into the blackette's palm. Icy rage spread through her veins like venom. She stalked down the steps, then shot forward. Her open hand struck the thief, hard. Spades hissed, cupping her cheek.
"God, you're violent tonight."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Marinette spat.
"Volume, lovebug," Spades chided. "You really want to explain to your parents why I'm here? Because I have no problem throwing you under the bus right along with me."
Marinette saw nothing but red. Still she spoke softer, albeit through gritted teeth. "Is this a game to you? Do you have any idea what you've done to him?"
The thief scoffed. "What I've done? I'm not the one who bitched him out over a stupid kiss."
"He thinks he's in love with you!" Marinette snapped.
"Yeah, well, he's an idiot. He doesn't know what he wants. And, again, volume."
The blackette seethed, shaking in her anger. Spades pursed her lips. She wasn't here to fight. For better or worse, Marinette needed to be brought up to speed.
"What exactly did he tell you, Spots?"
The heroine folded her arms. "All he said was that someone found out. And that he was head over heels for her. He didn't exactly say who."
"Yeah, well, can you really blame him? You're not exactly my biggest fan, Mari."
"You don't get to call me that," Marinette spat. "That nickname's for friends only."
Something flashed across the thief's face. It was brief, so quick that Marinette almost didn't catch it at all. She didn't know what to make of it, but it seemed to almost be hurt. And despite everything, it was enough to take the edge off her rage. If only a fraction.
"Right," Spades said, her voice cool. "My apologies. It won't happen, again." She slumped back in her seat. "He tell you anything else?"
Marinette's eyes narrowed. "He might've mention something about being able to erase memories," she said, haughtily.
"Did he also happen to mention why that might be a good idea?"
That threw the heroine off. "Wait... what?"
The thief drummed her fingers along the diary's spine. "So, that's a definite no."
"You... want your memories erased?" Marinette asked. "But, why?"
The thief turned somber. "What we want doesn't matter. It needs to be done. Plain and simple."
They stared at each other, an eerie calm settling between them. Spades rested a cheek in her palm.
"So. Care to talk, now?"
Marinette's jaw set. Seconds passed before she began to move, making her way to her computer desk. She grabbed her chair and rolled it to face the thief before sitting down.
"Fine," she said, her words like ice. "Let's talk."
I've said it once, I'll say it a thousand times: I LOATHE action scenes. I've literally had the majority of this chapter written and ready to go (most of next chapter, too, fyi), but the stupid fight scene kept me stumped for MONTHS! Big thanks to TinySneakyBagel for beta reading this chapter. Without their help, I don't know when this would've been done for you guys. Granted this still took way longer than necessary, and I'm sorry for that. Still can't make any promises on when the next chapter will be out, but I hope it's soon. Anyway, let's get to some reviews!
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The Arena- Lindsey Stirling
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