Caged Chapter 17
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Caged Chapter 17 - Ladybug
Chat Noir was staring. Staring at the smirk Ladybug was giving him. And Ladybug couldn’t help but feel a twinge of retribution, as his face turned redder than her suit. He inhaled.
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!” he yelled, just as Ladybug managed to attach her yoyo to a chimney and safely take them into an alley.
As they landed, Ladybug tucked her yoyo in its place and peeked around the corner.
“I don’t think anyone noticed,” she assured him, as she looked at many citizens either fighting off magician objects or running from circus animals. “Plus, I guess the fact that we were so high helped, too. Anyway, we need to—”
Ladybug frowned when she turned to her partner. Char Noir’s jaw and arms were hanging, his eyes the size of saucers as they stared at her.
“Chat Noir?” Ladybug called, in concern. “Chat Noir, are you with me? Please say something. Anything.”
Only a cracking noise whizzed out of his mouth, lips remaining parted.
Ladybug placed her hands on his cheeks. “Chat?” she called. Still no response. “Chat Noir, listen to me: I know you’re in shock. It’s the exact same way I felt yesterday when I found out about you. And you have every right to feel like this.
“But like me, you’re gonna have to freak out after we’re done, because right now I need you. I need my partner to defeat this akuma. Can I count on my partner, please?”
Slowly, his jaw closed, and clenched. Along with that move, he nodded.
“Okay,” Ladybug breathed. “Good, okay. I promise we can talk more after. But right now, let’s kick some akuma butt.”
She proceeded to grab his wrist and drag him towards the exit of the alley. Chat Noir, much like she had already suspected would happen, was staring blankly. Merely letting himself be dragged. Ladybug squeezed his hand, in hopes to bring him back to reality. Yet the only response she got was several blinks.
I can’t tell whether this is better or worse than my freak out, she thought. How did I manage to get through Birdcage? She started to go through the events of that day, attempting to find the moment it clicked for her.
“THERE YOU ARE!” Ladybug looked right on time to pull Chat Noir and throw him the other way, as another giant pie swept past behind her, where he used to be. As the akuma sent another yellow beam from his wand, she blocked it with the spinning of her yoyo.
“I think the akuma is in the wand!” she yelled at her partner, blocking two more light beams. “We need to get that!”
Ladybug waited. And waited, blocking beam after beam. Chat Noir should’ve moved by now to distract the villain. She gambled a glance his way, only to find him standing still, hands by his chest like he was holding a tablet, staring into space.
“CHAT NOIR!” she called.
“I-I—” he said at last. “I’M FREAKING OUT!”
“I KNOW!” she yelled back. Definitely worse than me. “But I need you to focus! We can’t talk about it unless we beat this guy!”
“That’s—” Chat Noir started, but seemed to have changed his mind about what he was going to say. “That’s good incentive.”
The next second, the cat hero had jumped away attracting the attention of the akuma. Finally. Ladybug let out a breath of relief as she caught a break from the blocking, instead attempting to wrap her weapon around the wand. But the villain was quicker than she anticipated. After several failed attempts, she called on a change of technique.
“You have us running circles around you, and we don’t even know what to call you,” she said, hoping to slow him down with the art of stalling.
“Need a few ideas?” Chat Noir chimed in. “Is it The Magician? No, wait, already taken. Maybe The Trickster? Joker? Harlequin?”
“Call me Clownface!” the man yelled, swishing his purple cape.
Ladybug stopped whatever retort she was going to say, her face contorting instead.
“Did you just say that your name is Clownface?” Chat Noir asked as he landed next to her.
“Indeed!” the akuma confirmed proudly.
“Clownface?” Ladybug parroted, turning to her partner. The second their eyes met, there were simultaneous snorts, right as they started laughing. Hard.
“Clownface!” Chat Noir wheezed.
“That’s the dumbest name I’ve ever heard!” Ladybug barked, followed by more laughs.
“Just when you think Hawkmoth can’t get any dumber!” Chat Noir cackled.
“Stop laughing!” Clownface yelled. But it only made Ladybug grab her sides, letting out another shriek of laughter.
“I-HA-I can’t!” Chat Noir held on to his knees. “I’m-I’m dying!”
Clownface growled. “FINE! See if you laugh now!” He pressed his red nose, causing it to shine yellow for two seconds. A portal appeared behind him out of thin air and several small elephants came through it.
Ladybug yelped and jumped out of the way. Before she could fall over, though, Chat Noir instantly grabbed her, accidentally carrying her bridal style. The girl looked at him, shocked for a second. Her cheeks instantly warmed, as so did Chat Noir’s, followed by a shared embarrassed smile.
However, the moment lasted only a second, interrupted by the sound of a roaring lion coming out of the portal. They both screamed and Chat Noir started running the opposite direction. Still carrying Ladybug.
“Chat, hold on!” she commanded, proceeded by sending her yoyo to the nearest chimney. Chat Noir instantly grabbed on to her waist and they both were sent in the air, landing on top of an apartment rooftop.
“Nothing’s working!” Ladybug screeched. “And now I’m not so sure the akuma is in the wand. Did you see what he did with the nose?”
“You’re Marinette!” Chat Noir yelled.
“Say it louder, I don’t think Hawkmoth heard you!”
“How did you do this when you found out about me?!”
“I barely did!” Ladybug retorted. “I don’t know, I just suddenly realized that it was more important to save Paris than to freak out over a boy. N-Not that you’re just any boy! You’re the boy I love! I didn’t mean it that way, I meant—Gah! Now I’m freaking out!”
BANG
The building they were on suddenly trembled, and Chat Noir had to steady her. They both peeked over the edge to see the animals from the portal slamming against the wall. It took a proper look to notice the animals weren’t exactly real. They acted like real animals, but their colors were off. And it wasn’t just the bright costumes they were wearing.
“He’s like a Jack of all trades,” Ladybug muttered, rubbing her chin. “Where is he getting all this stuff from?”
She looked at Chat Noir, hoping to get an idea. But he was once again staring off into space.
“Chat Noir?”
“Ladybug, I’m in love with you,” he said, still slightly unfocused.
Yet, it didn’t stop Ladybug from blushing. “If you keep saying things like that, I’m going to lose focus.”
The attempt at the feeble joke did nothing to wake him out of his stupor. Letting out a loud huff, she smacked his arm, finally causing a flinch from him.
“Snap out of it!” she scolded.
“I’m sorry!” he apologized as he rubbed his arm. “But none of this feels real!”
“I know, but it is, and there’s many civilians that are depending on us!”
“I’m useless without my sanity!”
Ladybug groaned while she facepalmed. This was way worse than when she found out. So, a change of strategy was probably necessary.
“Come on!” She grabbed his wrist and led him across rooftops. Some of them with parts melted by the giant toxic pies. They were finally near Clownface again back on the streets, but they hid behind a column of a nearby building.
“Chat, listen to me,” Ladybug said, grabbing his shoulders. “I know how you’re feeling. We are going to talk about this. But right now, I need you to distract that clown, so we can beat him, and get back to our civilian lives. Do this for me, please.”
“I-I—” Chat Noir stammered. Before he could get a word out, Ladybug jumped into the fray, hoping that endangering her life might at least break him into survival mode.
And it worked.
As a giant pie nearly missed Ladybug, Chat Noir let out a battle cry and was waving his staff against Clownface. Not as graceful as he usually did, but it would have to do for the moment. With the akuma distracted, Ladybug studied his wardrobe, hoping to find whatever they had missed. So far, he could shoot beams from his wand and create portals with his nose. The pies, however, seemed to appear out of thin air. One second he had nothing, and the next he was throwing one across the street.
With that clue, she blocked and dodged several beams to get to her partner.
“I need you to keep an eye out for the pies,” she said.
“They’re hard to miss,” he retorted with wide eyes.
“No, I mean I need you to see where they’re coming from.”
“He usually brings them from behind his back,” Chat Noir responded.
“What?!” They both blocked several beams. “When did you notice that?”
“Right before he almost hit you.”
“Great job, chaton!” Ladybug used her free hand to give him a quick scratch under his chin, which sent his cheeks ablaze. “We need to find a way to get that cape out of the way, then.”
“Easier said than done,” Chat Noir said in a dreamy state, his movements slowing down. Enough that Ladybug had to tackle him so he wouldn’t get hit. In the process, Chat Noir accidentally dropped his baton, which rolled on the ground near Clownface, causing him to trip and fall face-flat on the pavement. The drop caused the cape to fall over his head, revealing his back.
“Oh my gosh, Chat, Chat!” Ladybug rapidly tapped her partner’s shoulder before pointing. “The box! The akuma is in the box!”
“How did we miss that?” Chat Noir gaped.
As if to answer his question, Clownface finally got the cape off his head, and it covered the box. Ladybug and Chat Noir exchanged looks and nodded.
“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug called as Chat Noir shot off to distract the villain and, hopefully, get rid of that cape. On her hands landed a spotted mixer, and her eyes immediately started scanning the vicinity, until landing on a construction site with fresh cement on the sidewalk, plus wire fence and traffic cones.
She knew exactly what to do.
Ladybug placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled to catch the attention of both Chat Noir and Clownface. As soon as they turned to her, she ran the opposite direction, directly into the construction site. Right before stepping on the cement, she jumped to the car on the other side, taking the barbed wire along.
Unfortunately for Clownface, he saw the cement too late, stepping deep into it. As he started struggling, Ladybug wrapped a piece of the wire to the mixer and called on Chat Noir. He didn’t need to be told twice, immediately taking the other end of the wire and using his staff to slide down behind the akuma to hook the wire to the cape.
“Ready!” he hollered. Ladybug turned on the mixer and the wire started wrapping around it until it couldn’t pull anymore. A Cataclysm later, the box disintegrated and an akuma was purified. Before she could call on Miraculous Ladybug, Chat Noir pulled out the civilian to firm ground.
A flutter of Ladybugs traveled the city, repairing every inch melted by giant pies and making the animals disappear. As everything became right, she made sure the civilian was okay.
* * *
The whole fight had been a blur to Chat Noir. He was aware they fought. He knew they won. He also knew he had been lucid for only ten percent of it. With the ladybugs finishing their last sweep through the city, clarity finally arrived to him.
The clarity that the girl smiling next to him was no longer a stranger.
“Bien joué?” Ladybug asked. He didn’t even notice when she had finished taking care of the civilian. Chat Noir only stared at her fist.
She was Marinette. Ladybug, the Ladybug, was Marinette. And she revealed herself in the most dramatic way imaginable. Far more dramatic than him. Something he never thought she was capable of.
He needed to process. Properly.
“No,” he said, taking Ladybug aback. “We’re not done. Just, akuma, yes. Us, no.”
“Chat—”
“Nope. I need to properly freak out now.”
Chat Noir turned on his heels and vaulted over the buildings. Behind him, he could hear the zipping sound of Ladybug’s yoyo, followed by her light footsteps. At last, they landed on a flat rooftop, perfect for pacing around. Which he did like a big cat in a small cage.
“Chat Noir?” Ladybug asked tentatively the second she arrived. “Are you okay?”
“Nu-uh.” He shook his head, continuing his pacing. “You’re Marinette. Ladybug, my partner, and the first girl I fell in love with, is Marinette. Oh gosh, I kissed Ladybug. I kissed Ladybug! When I was kissing Marinette, I was kissing Ladybug. Wait, so, did I never get over Ladybug?”
“I guess, technically, no?” Ladybug said with a wince. “But you didn’t know that.”
“R-Right.” Chat Noir lowered his hands from his hair, finally slowing down his steps and turning his gaze to Ladybug. To Marinette.
“The same thing happened to me,” she said suddenly. “I thought I had moved on, but I was just falling deeper in love with you.”
There was a last beep and a pink light washed over Ladybug, and there she stood. Marinette. The girl he was in love with. For the second time, it seemed. Or perhaps fell deeper for.
“Sooo,” she drawled, looking away, “this is what I’ve been trying to tell you. Actually, I was planning on telling you the next time you would’ve visited me at home. But then Birdcage happened, and I found out about you. And then the paparazzi, and the video, and Clownface. So… yeeeah.”
“You’re Ladybug,” Chat Noir repeated for what seemed like the twentieth time in the last hour. His eyes moved back and forth between Marinette and a small creature that dove into her purse to take out a cookie. A red kwami, he immediately realized. “You, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are Ladybug.”
“Mhmm,” she nodded. “I know it’s a lot to take in. I myself almost had a total meltdown after I found out about you.”
“Birdcage!” he blurted out. “That’s why you were so off your game! You had just found out my identity and you were freaking out. Of course! No wonder…”
“Yeah…” Marinette pressed her lips together. “Are you feeling better?”
“Me?!” Chat Noir’s voice cracked. There was a moment of silence as he asked himself that very question. Am I okay about all this? Did we just go in circles around each other? And then he started chuckling. “You were right. This is hilarious!”
He then started wholeheartedly laughing. This was insane! What were the chances that, of all the girls in the city, he would end up falling for the very girl he had already loved? It was like the universe decided to play a game with them and torture them for mere amusement. Even worse, they could’ve been together long before if they had known each other’s identities shortly after getting their miraculouses.
“Adrien?” Marinette called, seeming slightly worried. And he couldn’t blame her. He must look like a maniac, laughing for no real reason. He then remembered the suit he was wearing, staring at his gloved hands. Yet, his real name was what he was being called. He had almost forgotten she knew.
“Ladybug,” he whispered again, finally with a heart willing to slow down. “This whole time.”
“Y-Yeah,” Marinette stammered, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. He could feel warmth fill up his chest with the gesture. Something so subtle, so soft, so beautiful.
Both so Ladybug, and so Marinette.
“You’re the girl I’m in love with,” he said. The words set Marinette’s cheeks ablaze, and he hoped to the gods that it was a good thing.
“Yeah,” she chuckled. Yet, her hands fiddled with each other, as if debating on her next words. Until, at last, she decided to say: “You’re also the boy I’m in love with.”
The ramming of Chat Noir’s heart against his chest returned, but this time, it was full of elation. Gone was the panic, replaced instead with pure, unabashed joy. And as his lips stretched into a toothy smile, the ring gave its last warnings before washing him in green sparkles. Leaving him in his civilian clothes.
He didn’t care, though. She knew. He knew.
Marinette squeaked, as Adrien had lifted her off the ground in a hug and twirled her around, letting out another laugh. He was sure she had been about to say something else before he grabbed her, but he didn’t care. He heard what he needed.
“You love me!” he whooped. “You actually love me!”
“Oh my gosh, Adrien, put me down!” Marinette giggled.
“Never!” Adrien proclaimed. Yet, still placed her on the ground, arms still around her. “Ladybug, Marinette, is in love with me. And they’re the same person.”
“We are,” she breathed. “And you’re both Adrien and Chat Noir.”
“I am.” Adrien pulled away to look at her beautiful bluebell eyes. “I guess the cat’s out of—”
“I swear that if you finish that sentence, I will punch you,” Marinette threatened.
Adrien chuckled some more. “Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t want to offend my Princess. Or,” he leaned closer to her, “should I call you My Lady, instead.”
The girl bit her lip, having a hard time hiding a giddy smile and a clear blush.
“Whichever is fine, as long as you let me kiss you properly this time.”
“Whenever you’d li—”
He didn’t finish his sentence, for Marinette had grabbed his face and pulled it onto her lips. This kiss was nothing like the others they experienced before. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness, no desperation. They were pressed as close as they should be. They moved at the right, synchronized pace. It was perfect. Everything Adrien had wanted it to be, and more. As they softly broke apart, Adrien traced his thumb on her cheek, letting out a light laugh.
“This is such a relief!” Adrien sighed. “We don’t have to hide! We can go on dates, have picnics, visit each other whenever we want—”
“Wait, Adrien, we can’t,” Marinette interrupted.
“But we know—”
“The city doesn’t know, remember?”
Adrien opened his mouth, but left it hanging, remembering every single event from the past few weeks.
“Crap.”
“What is it with you cursing lat—oh right, you’re Chat Noir,” Marinette slid a hand down her face.
“No, you’re right,” Adrien responded. “I messed up. Everyone thinks you’re cheating on me with, well, me.”
“To be fair, our privacy has been invaded to illegal levels,” she said.
“Then what now?” Adrien asked, sliding his hands down her arms to hold her hands.
“I think we’ll have to wait until the story dies and after Annabelle’s lawsuit is resolved,” Marinette responded.
“After the lawsuit resolution?!” Adrien screeched. “That could take months! You have any idea how long a legal process is?”
“It is?” Marinette squeaked. “I don’t know, I’ve never experienced one!”
“There’s no way I’m waiting months to take you out on a—”
“MARINETTE!!!”
The ground shook, and both teens had to cover their ears from the booming voice. The shaking stopped. Marinette and Adrien exchanged looks right before running to the edge of the building, towards the direction the voice came from.
“Another one?” Marinette questioned under her breath.
“We just beat one,” Adrien said. “And why are they calling your name?”
“MARINETTE!!!”
Afar into the city, they could see a glimpse of what looked like soundwaves, followed by crashing sounds and car alarms.
“No,” Marinette breathed, hands slowly going up to her head. “This is bad. Worse than bad. It’s a total disaster! The akumas are looking for me. Hawkmoth knows he can use me against you. My life is over. I’ll have to move outta Paris, change my name and give up being Ladybug. It’s over. It’s all o—”
“Hey, hey,” Adrien softly interrupted. It wasn’t until she saw him kneeling in front of her that she realized she was sitting against the wall. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure this out. And if my father decided to have your mother on his side, he’ll make sure your reputation gets scrubbed clean. And I know there’s more we can do as Ladybug and Chat Noir to help clean this mess. You’re not alone. I’m here for you. I’m always here for you, Marinette.”
Her breaths started becoming steadier. Adrien took a moment to look at the red kwami, looking for some validation. The being simply nodded, as if approving of his handling of the situation. Next to her, Plagg was already halfway through his emergency cheese. Like they were gearing up for battle.
“Okay,” Marinette whispered, catching his attention. “Okay, um, how upset do you think people are over everything that happened?”
“Honestly, I don’t think they have to be upset about your alleged cheating to be looking for you,” Adrien reasoned, sitting on his knees and placing a hand on his chin. “Clownface didn’t seem to care about our situation at all. He was just looking for you. For us.”
“So,” Marinette continued his train of thought, “it means they’re getting direct instructions from Hawkmoth to search for me. And considering how public my image has become these last few days, I’m easy to identify.”
“And if Hawkmoth is certain he can get at least one miraculous by using you, when you’re in a vulnerable position right now, that means…”
“He’ll stop at nothing,” both Adrien and Marinette said in unison.
“We have to show him that his plan is flawed,” Marinette determined, that commanding look that made Adrien putty back in her eyes.
“It’s a good thing Hawkmoth can’t find Marinette if Ladybug’s around,” he smiled, a gesture that Marinette immediately returned.
With renewed confidence, Marinette stood up, Tikki already at her side after finishing the cookie. She called on her transformation and Adrien marveled at the light show before him. Seeing the girl he fell in love with become the girl he had always been in love with, it was surreal.
“Gosh, I love you,” he said with a wistful sigh.
“You think you can handle it, chaton?” she asked with a smirk.
This time, he was ready. He had his freak out. He saw who she was. He was more than ready to fight alongside the love of his life.
“Absolutely.” With that, he called on his own transformation, glad Plagg didn’t need to be told to eat, having already gobbled the emergency cheese he kept with him at all times.
Ladybug and Chat Noir watched towards the horizon, from where the sounds waves were coming from. With one last nod to each other, they jumped back into the fray.
* * *
They had beaten the akuma fairly quickly. But shortly after it, another one came. And then another one, once the previous one was beaten. It was an unprecedented event. Akumas were showing up with only few breaks between, and they were all calling out one name: Marinette.
It seemed she had been right. Hawkmoth saw the news and was taking full advantage of the knowledge that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was important to Chat Noir. And clearly, he felt that information was ripe to exploit. Even worse, there were also a lot of fans upset by the implication that some girl was cheating on their beloved cat superhero or their favorite model. Making half of the akumas fans.
The trickiest part had been getting what they needed to recharge their kwamis. After the second akuma, they ran out food to give them. Even worse, Ladybug was getting the short end of the stick, considering that Chat Noir didn’t always need to use his own power. They managed to restock that time, but by the sixth akuma, Ladybug needed a second helping.
“I’m exhausted,” Marinette wheezed, her hands on her knees as the suit melted off her. “Oh, Tikki, are you alright?”
The kwami let out what sounded like a chirp. Probably too tired to even speak.
“Come on, there’s a bakery around the corner,” Chat Noir said as he led her outside the alley they were standing in. Arriving at the bakery, there was a short line in front of the counter. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice their presence, too engrossed watching the television behind the cashier.
Marinette took a moment to look at the faces of the customers, most watching with a concern she hadn’t seen since Stoneheart. The images on the screen, while they may seem like any other day, it had the distinctive factor that every single battle shown happened on the same day. Even the reporter recounting the events seemed tired, with the words ‘HAWKMOTH ON A RAMPAGE’ sliding at the bottom of the screen.
“You think he’ll akumatize any more people today?” Marinette asked her partner, as she tightened the hold on her purse.
“I really hope not,” Chat Noir sighed. “I’m so tired, I think my paws might fall off.”
“Doesn’t Hawkmoth get tired?”
“He’s not the one doing the work,” he grunted.
“What can I get you?” the girl behind the cash register asked. Marinette ordered a generous amount of sweets, even though she hoped she wouldn’t have to use them for what was left of the afternoon. As they waited for their order, she returned to watching the television, showing the numerous attacks of the day.
She could feel something on the back of her mind. A concern, a pattern. Something was very peculiar about Hawkmoth’s tactics.
“What are you thinking?” Chat Noir asked suddenly.
Marinette gave him a quick glance. “Is it just me, or were the akumas kinda easy to beat?”
“I was able to avoid using my power on most of them,” he responded, looking at the hand that could use said power. “You think Hawkmoth is getting sloppy?”
“The opposite,” she said with a hum. “I can’t shake off the feeling that he’s getting ready for something. Tiring us out on purpose, so we’re not ready for something bigger. Maybe he knows something we don’t. Or senses something we can’t.”
The cashier handed them a bag of sweets, which Marinette immediately stuffed as best as she could in her purse. But her eyes continued trained on the television.
“Well, whatever he’s planning, we’ll be ready for it,” Chat Noir assured.
Just as he said that, the image changed to a live broadcast in front of a mansion. Wait, that mansion looked familiar…
“Father?” Chat Noir uttered. Indeed, Gabriel Agreste entered the screen, standing in front of a group of journalists holding microphones and cellphones to him. Why was he giving a press conference?
“Good afternoon,” Gabriel said. “As you all know, the reputation of my son and his classmate has been put into question these last few weeks due to unfortunate comments from superhero Chat Noir. In light of such comments, the privacy of two teenaged children has been violated several times already, and it has recently reached new heights of social media bullying and harassment. Due to these careless actions and preposterous allegations against two children, my legal team has decided to take legal action against the reporter Annabelle Billard, on slander and defamation charges.
This decision was taken after filling a formal complaint for lack of ethics against the production company behind the Margot and Dorian Show. After speaking with the producer, I was assured Ms. Billard will be relieved of her job effective immediately for breaking ethical guides and broadcasting laws. This is merely the first of several actions that my legal team will be taking against her.
Because this is now an ongoing case, I will not be taking any questions at this time. Thank you.”
The people around them proceeded jumpstart conversations, some commenting on Mr. Agreste’s excessiveness while others went along the lines of ‘good riddance.’ As for Marinette and Chat Noir, they exchanged looks of concern.
“That’s not good, is it?” Chat Noir commented.
“Annabelle’s life has just been ruined,” Marinette responded, feeling a tightness in her throat. “I think he just angered the worst person that can be akumatized right now.”
“You really think that’s all it will take to get her akumatized?”
As if to respond his question, the image on the television flickered, and whatever was playing after the press conference was replaced by a shadowy image. The heroes’ eyes widened, watching as their worst fears unfolded.
“Good evening, citizens of Paris,” the image said in a distorted voice. “We interrupt the scheduled programing to bring you breaking news: Hawkmoth wants the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculouses, and he wants all of you to help me find them. But first,” the shadowy figure stepped closer the camera, revealing the face of Annabelle pasted in grey skin and dark hair, “bring me Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”