When You Live Forever...

Nothing is meaningless

'When you have life, try to hold it close, try not to let it go. When you finally do, do it happily.'

-Author


Adrian

"It's time! It's time!" A loud voice sung in my ear. I groaned, shifting my covers and covering my eyes.

"Plagg. To loud!" I said, but he didn't listen.

"Do you not remember?" Plagg said, flying up onto my forehead. "New cheese delivery! Oh, and our scheduled two years with Marinetta and Tikki."

I smiled, happy thoughts flooding my brain. After ten years apart, our two years together had finally arrived.

I still remember the last time we met. It didn't end too well. We were lucky we were warned off the demon's arrival.

'I don't want to leave you.' Marinetta, called Mary at that time, said. Tikki and Plagg had moved away. I patted her back as she hugged me. I could feel the tears rolling down her back.

'I don't want to leave you, either. We've been friends for longer then I dare remember.' I smiled. 'At least you can finally get rid of that accursed name Mary.'

'You as well with Aiden.' Marinetta giggled. 'You'll like my next name, even more than my original name, maybe.'

'You'll like my next name aswell. But I doubt i'll like it as much as Netta.' I smirked. 'Have you worked with Tikki on you're new form?'

Marinetta nodding. 'Hopefully, the next time we meet, will finally be able to settle down. FInd the rest of the immortals.'

A sad silence over fell us. The last immortal I saw was Mason, walking around with both arms in casts. She and another immortal had run into the demon. Esward didn't make had survived the attack, only to die later. Esward was the only other immortal I've seen in hundreds of years, besides Mason, who, somehow, always finds us when needed. She apparently digged his grave with broken hands.

'Where are we staying?' I asked. Marinetta pursed her lips.

'I'm not sure you'll like it, but i've found plenty of hotels in Paris.' She said, holding her dainty hands behind her back. My eyes widened, but I still smiled.

'We would go back there anyway. And it's fitting. It started there, it ends there.'

'But what if we win?' Marinetta asked. 'What do we do? Paris still remembers us, but maybe not it's people. If we finally get our powers back, what of Tikki and Plagg? People will realize we don't age. Will they take us back as who we are?'

'We'll have to find out, Netta.' I smirked. 'I mean, you invented the shower, they better appreciate that.'

'Not just the shower-'

'Also most types of food known today, most family jobs, roads, carriages, weapons and armour-'

'You created that!'

'I was trying to cheer you up.'

'It worked.' She smiled, wrapping her arms around me for a hug. 'Stay safe.'

'I'll make sure he does.'

We turned towards the new voice, to see a girl by the windowsill. Her hair was long again, pinned in a ponytail. Her casts were off, her blue eyes were weary, but her smile remained the same, even after thousands of years of running.

'I'm sorry to interrupt-'

'Nonsense, Mason.' Marinetta said, walking over. Mason struggled to get up, but returned the girl's hug. 'We're glad to see you alive.'

'Same for you guys.' Mason said. Unlike us, she lost her accent long ago. We just couldn't seem to shake them off for long, though. 'But that's not why I'm here for. He's close by, tracking you.' She said.

Marinetta almost seemed to freeze, as did I. Her eyes though, were blazing in hellish fury. 'Where's the bastard?!'

'Close.' Mason huffed. 'I'll take him off your trail. Since this is probably the last time i'll ever see you-' She gulped. 'I wanted to have the pleasure of saying goodbye.'

I shook my head. 'Don't you dare. Mason, if you don't come back, i'll kill you myself. We're going to need your help to track down the last immortals.'

Mason looked sadder than i've ever seen. 'That's the thing guys. I've dug graves, i've counted. 20 immortals, 13 graves found. One body left to decay.' She looked up, and I could tell she was thinking of Wu, who died and was never buried. 'As far as I know, the only ones left without a grave are the twins. I've b-been looking, but. It's been nearly two thousand years!' Her eyes watered, but she blinked and it was gone. 'Keep living for them, for me, if I do join them.'

Marinetta shook her had, holding the girl's hands. 'Mason, get out of there when you can. The other immortals, when Gabe kills them, he takes their souls. Their trapped with him, in torment. I cannot not let you go with them. You're one of my best friends.'

'Your best friend is right next to you.' Mason said, looking at me. 'Maybe he's even more. I'll do my best… but-' She smirked, the old smirk that belonged on a wild animal. 'Not making that promise. But I can tell you one thing. '

'What?' I asked.

'If I do kick the bucket, I'll kick it happily knowing you're safe and ready to kick Gabey's little toush.'

With that, she turned and jumped out the window of the hotel. A silver thing zoomed past us, stopping for just a moment. 'Bye!' It said, Mason's wolf Kwami, I realized. She zoomed off after her immortal.

'Keep her safe Storm!' Marinetta called, before turning to me. 'We must go.'

We haven't seen Mason since, nor the twins. It's been so long, I can barely remember their faces. Red hair, blue eyes. Fred and George, I think. Fox and Rabbit. They could've died long ago, and I don't even know.

I got out of bed, ignoring Plagg's happy thoughts about cheese and Tikki. Looking around the apartment room, I groaned at the thought of leaving for work.

Ever since the day Netta turned 17, we haven't age much. I look around 16, so in the thousands of year i've been alive, I've grown about a year compared to normal people. That means jobs aren't the easiest to come around, since no one likes to employ such oung people.

Finally, last year, I got a modeling job for LAX Paris, a upcoming modeling business. It's small enough that my name isn't being posted around on bill boards, but girls still look my way when I pass. I usually just do small shoots, mostly for season clothes. Unluckily, the change from fall to winter has designers making new clothes by the dozen, and I have to go in every weekend for the next month .

I sigh, putting on the clothes they want me to wear for the first shoot. It's simple enough, a jean shirt and black pants, two silver chains on each side, along with some brown boots. I don't think it really goes with my hair, but what the designers want, they get.

I made some coffee, placing it in a to go cup before taking my key and opening my apartment door. I wanted to surprise Netta with an actual place we could stay in for the entire two years, instead of moving every few months.

I wasn't worried that she wouldn't be able to find us. I had a feeling she knew exactly where I was, since I've been in Paris for the last year. I had a feeling she was keeping tabs, since I've seen her hair flying around every now and then. I always chased after her, but then she would disappear before I could catch her.

"Plagg, come on!" I yelled. I heard an annoyed meow from the small balcony, and a few seconds later, I finally saw him fly by, grumbling under his breath.

"Another cat on the balcony. I had to scare her off." He said, crossing his tiny paws as he came to float by my shirt pocket. I chuckled.

"You attracted them like bees to honey." I said, taking a sip of my coffee. I always put as much sugar and cream in it as possible. "Just like Tikki and Ladybugs."

One thing i've noticed about the kwami, they attract their animal, but not their gender. Plagg attracts female cats, which annoys Tikki, and Tikki attract male ladybugs, which annoys Plagg to no end. At certain parts of the year as well, Netta and I do as well. Netta usually in the early spring, and I in the late winter. I think I have the best part of the deal, since the cats around me mostly just want to cuddle in my lap, so I don't feel at all annoyed by it. Netta, on the other hand, is always shaking ladybugs out of her hair.

Plagg landed in my pocket grumbling as I walked to the elevator. After seeing it empty, Plagg came back out to float by my side. "They find me irresistible, what can I do?"

White my finger, I scratched his head. "They find you completely irresistible, and the cheese makes you downright perfect." I said, sarcasm clear in my voice. He ignored it, giving me a toothy smirk at the thought.

"I am perfect. You wish you could be me!" Plagg stated as I took another sip of my coffee. The elevator started going down.

"Actually, if I remember correctly, you came from me. If you're perfect, I am to." I smiled innocently at him. He narrowed his large green eyes.

"Thinking so far back gives me a headache." He grouched. "Are you sure I didn't make you? I feel like that's what happened."

I was about to remark, when the elevator dinged and Plagg flew to my pocket, hiding as I walked out. From my pocket, I took my wallet, holding out a ten as I walked out of the building. Holding up a hand, a Taxi stopped almost immediately.

"Where to kid?" The guy said before I was even completely in the car. I hid my wallet back in my pocket, so he couldn't see how much money I had.

"LAX Paris, 6th street." I said, sitting comfortably in the back seat as I drank my coffee. It wasn't to clean back here, but I was on a time crunch. I wanted to be back home as soon as possible, and driving there and back would help.

"Not to far." The man mused. "$6.35, have it ready." He said, pulling off the curb and onto the street. Another sip of my coffee, and I looked at the man.

"I'll give you ten if you get me there faster." I said. Four dollars more wasn't enough to get him speeding, but that should keep him at a decent pace.

He grunted, but I could tell the taxi was going faster. Plagg snickered in my pocket as I looked out the window. Things passed by slightly blurred. I saw couples walking around, families eating in cafes. THere was a particular tabby cat leaning against a rail, that looked at our taxi as we passed. Cafes turned into restaurants, and building complexes turned into business buildings, and the taxi driver pulled over. I handed him the bill before getting out, shutting the door behind me.

My coffee was starting to cool, so I drained it, throwing it into a trashcan nearby. On Sundays, coffee was a must if I was going to make it through the day. Most days, I felt lazy and nappish, like cats, but on Sunday, a day where everyone felt lazy, it was ten times harder to stay awake. Before the invention of coffee (Netta had the idea, but she gave it to someone else) I had to drink either very cold or very hot water to keep me somewhat awake. These symptoms only started after the brew that made the kwami. Mason once thought it was because of us losing our powers. It caused a chain reaction inside of us that slowly started to change us.

I opened the door, letting the heating in the building warm me. Opting for the stairs, I jogged up a flight, opening the door before going to my room, leaving the door open so they knew I was here.

Each model had a small room, complete with a closet, a large mirror, and a chair. Everything was white, excluding the black model chair, the bronze mirror, and the table under the mirror, which was a dark color. Besides the table, a mini fridge stocked with drinks and healthy snacks. On the ceiling, a curved upward light, and in each corner of the room, white shelves lined all the way up. The floor was tile, but a large rug had been placed down. One window was on the side of the room, far from the door, letting in natural light.

I went to the fridge, pulling out a small packet of cheese. Unwrapping it, I saw Plagg come out, waiting impatiently. Giving it to him, he almost squealed in delight before flying up to a top shelf, out of view as he ate.

I barely had time to sit down in the chair before my boss came in. "Oh, Adrian! You're here earlier the usual! Came to get this done early, why?" He leaned forward. "Someone waiting for you?"

It scared me sometimes how easy he could read me. Instead of showing it, I smiled. "Mr. Gracestone, that's not it at all. I just came early."

Mr. Gracestone was a very tall, very skinny man. His dark skin contrasted with his dark purple suit and blue eyes. His hair was put up with gel, blonde highlights weaving through his naturally dark brown hair. He was lanky, but not enough for it to make him look unattractive.

He smiled knowingly, but took my excuse. "Well then, I'll get the stylist in here right away. Here's your clothes count today, only two more outfits after this one, you'll be done lickity-split!"

Mr. Gracestone seemed like a fun guy, but I've seen him in a darker light before. A stubborn guy was trying to get with an unwanting female model. When he finally pushed her against the wall, Gracestone came from nowhere, beating the man, then suing him for all he was worth. The camera footage is still passed around. No one could believe that this thin man did it.

"I'd like that, Mr. Gracestone." I said politely as he left the room. I looked out the window, wondering where Netta was. "I'd like that a lot."


GOD DAM!

Guys, you have no idea how surprised I am, like how?! I posted this yesterday, and already, five favorites and likes! Like, in less than one day.

I was so surprised, that I spent most of today writing this chapter so you can read it. Hope you enjoy.

Note; My chapter updating might be long at some points.

PS- I have nothing against the names Mary and Aiden, I think their lovely names.

PPS- Fred and George, sorry I had to. This isn't a crossover, it just popped into my mind.

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