When you Live Forever…

Love can last forever

"Love is like an eternal flame -- once it is lit, it will continue to burn for all time.'

Kamila

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Marinette

I didn't worry at first when I couldn't find Adrian after the akuma attack. He was his own person, and while it is abnormal that we didn't go back to the apartment together, he most likely had something else to do at school or with his other friends. If anything, it was weird for me to think something of it. Christmas was coming up, maybe he went out to get gifts.

Right?

Or maybe he's going out to hang out with Chloe or some other girl. That'd be fine, of course. There's no reason it wouldn't be. Why am I even thinking of this? Yeah, every now and then, I realize that the other immortal is devilishly attractive, but that's not a problem. Definitely not. Why was I so worried about where he was?

Something didn't feel right.

"Tikki!" I groaned, waiting for the kwami to appear. "Somethings wrong with me. More than usual."

"Oh no." Tikki dry-panned. "Mari has confusing feelings! Last time this happened, the Nile didn't curve as much."

"I didn't know that snapping my fingers would create new channels-" I paused. "Nevermind. Tikki, you're my soul, why am I worried? I feel clingy for no reason."

Tikki giggled. "Maybe it's because you saw his modelling album yesterday, or because of your close proximity today, or maybe it's because you sneaked a peak at his bottu-"

Tikki found herself squished in between two hands very quickly. "Tikki!" I whined. "It was by accident! Eyes wander!"

Tikki giggles and flies around. "You're a girl, Marinette. A girl that's attracted to guys. This was bound to happen at some point, especially considering…" Tikki frowned, trailing off.

"Considering what, Tikki?" I asked, waiting as the kwami tried to find the right words.

"Well, considering the fact that you have and him are the human representation of Paris and Sirap." She said after a moment, glancing up to see my surprised face.

"What? What do you mean by that?" I almost sputtered. "How are we-" I paused, still confused. "I don't get it."

Tikki landed on my knee. "Paris, the creation Goddess, and Sirap, the chaotic God. You draw from their power, and it would make sense for you to feel attraction, since they are husband and wife…"

I blinked. "They are?" Then I realized that that wasn't the point of the conversation. "I guess that could explain my attraction, but I shouldn't feel jealous out of nowhere."

Tikki sighed. "Marinette, you've been feeling this way for thousands of years. Trust me, I would know."

I tilted my head. "What do you mean by that?"

Tikki smiled, something with a bit of mirth, before frowning, sorrow and pity flashing through her eyes. Like she just now realized that I truly didn't understand.

"Marinette, Plagg and I have loved each other since we were born." Tikki said softly, floating up to my face. I bit my lip, still confused.

"I don't understand what this has to do with these weird feelings." I pouted. In my thousands of years of life, I've never had these kinds of emotions. Fierce protectiveness and a love of my family and friends, I understand, but this was different. It was close enough that I could peg it for love, but it was different. Stronger, more passionate, something that sizzled in my stomach. "I don't love Adrian like you love Plagg."

"Marinette…" Tikki looked like she was struggling with what she would say next, her tiny face scrunched up in concern. "Plagg and I, we are a part of your souls…"

"Yes, so?" I wasn't putting the pieces together.

"We are a part of your souls, and we've always loved each other." Tikki said again, before finally finishing. "Your souls have always loved each other, even if you didn't notice." She paused. "You have always romantically loved Adrian, you just could never tell the difference."

xXx

"I swear to Paris if you don't go back to bed right now-"

George laughed from behind her, throwing an arm around her waist before throwing her over his shoulder. Mason yelped before hitting his back. "See? I'm fine, stop worrying!"

"Fred!" Mason called for help. "He's going to reopen his wound!"

Fred looked up from the tv, which was playing live news of the ongoing akuma attack. They wanted to be out there, helping, but neither Fred or George was in good enough help, and with the akuma's tendency to go after immortals, Mason thought it would be a good idea to stay behind and watch over them, just in case. "He won't." He assured. "If he knows what's good for him."

"Oh?" George turned around, still holding the wolf immortal. "And what would you do about it, brother of mine?"

Fred glanced at the tv, seeing that the akuma was dealt with, before getting up. He cracked his knuckles as an answer.

"Oh no!" Mason said. "No fighting! You're still sick and you're still hurt! Thousands of years old but you still act like toddlers. Put me down!"

"Don't put her down." Rabi whispered loudly with a grin, directing it at Storm, who tackled the other kawmi afterwards. Trix, like her human counterpart, was watching with a fond smile.

Mason, for her part, couldn't really fight back, in fear of hurting the immortal carrying her around. So she just dealt with it, going limp as he paradee her around.

He let her go moments before he went woozy, hiding his nausea with a grin. Mason, for her part, was surprised that he had the strength to do that at all.

The three immortals paused as something tugged deep inside them, resonating with nothing and everything at the same time. The pull was strong, and it made George groan and fall into a couch. Mason looked over to the television, but the akuma attack was over. "Something's wrong."

Fred mumbled an agreement, holding onto a chair to steady himself. While Mason had stumbled when it happened, it wasn't affected her as badly, most likely because she wasn't hurt. "I'll go check it out."

"No." George almost wheezed, before taking a deep breath and pulling himself up. "We're coming too."

Mason turned to Fred, hoping he'd understand, but the other immortal was on his brother's side, arms crossed and looking determined. Mason sighed, she knew she couldn't stop them.

A few minutes later and they were running across the rooftops, or, in George's case, jumping. While the pull had lost some of its strength, Mason could still follow it to its source.

She paused suddenly, dropping down to a dark alleyway and pressing herself to a wall. The other two followed quickly behind, and she pointed to something laying on the floor in the middle of an almost empty pavilion, about ten feet away from its only occupants.

A ring. Adrian's ring.

The fear that ran through their bodies was stronger than anything they've ever felt before.

Mason was about to walk out and get it was Fred stopped her, pointing to the other people inside. After a closer look, she could see that it was a father and son, the father with his back turned to him as he comforted the crying child. "It's okay, my son. You did well."

"B-but-" he sniffled. "He disappeared! I wanted to help him but he got sick and disappeared!"

The father chuckled, and Mason growled. No doubt about it- that was Gabriel. "He must've had something to do, Adrian. Now, have you seen a ring anywhere?"

The little boy, Adrian, was still crying, loud enough to hide the noises of panic the three made. Mason almost jumped out, diving for the ring, when this time George stopped her. He took out his own weapon, some time of hook, before swinging and letting go. The hook flew out with dead accurancy, hooking around the ring before snapping back silently. It had barely even touched the ground. George caught it, and the three stared at the ring. No doubt about it, it was Adrian's ring.

The cold feeling that had brought them here in the first place came back. He couldn't be dead, he couldn't. They would've heard from Marinette. Where was Marinette anyway? Or Adrian? That little boy said he had disappeared, so he must still be alive.

Mason took the ring and slipped it on her gloves fingered. It stayed silver, but Plagg didn't appear. The cold feeling turned into a sinking feeling. "Let's get this to Marinette."