34. Kissed Like That

"Have you received any new information on the guardian?"

"I got a bit distracted tonight dear." The man said as he removed his warm gloves, taking the miraculous back from the girl.

"So that's a no then?" She growled.

"Don't get so worked up." He waved his hand dismissively at her. "I've still got my working theories."

"Explain."

"Well for starters, I don't believe Y/n Dupain-Cheng is the guardian."

"Why is that?" She asked.

"Her partner, Adrien Agreste is Chat Noir as we know." He began and the girl nodded. "But that man is a walking idiot so clearly he knows nothing."

"How can you be so sure?" Her brows furrowed.

"He just doesn't." He snapped. "Anyways, did you notice that once he was arrested, there was a new hero adorning the suit."

She nodded. "Of course."

"The only one that could have been was her, but she isn't entirely to bright either. I believe we are on the right path with her sister. She is the only logical choice."

"I think you are discounting people's intelligence to quickly." She shook her head disapprovingly. "Marinette can be a sort of airhead, but she has a calculating mind."

"You would know that, wouldn't you?" He grinned.

"I know you are clinging to the twins now, but might I remind you I've know them since I was little." She crossed her arms.

His eyes flashed with approval. "Yes Manon, of course I remember."

***"You are Christmas shopping now?" Marinette gasped into the phone, her surprise warranted being that it was close to midnight.

"I'm trying too." You spoke anxiously. You left your parents house late due to the fact that your son was spending the night there after you received a third threatening note.

Your family had convinced you to contact the police about the notes. You would have stayed there with them, but you knew you could handle yourself.

Adrien had gone back to the house the two of you shared. He was getting all of your belongings, along with Dakota's. You had insisted that he sold the house, being that you had no plans to get back together or move in with him. He wasn't so convinced and refused to sell.

"Is it really safe for you to be walking the streets at night? I'll send Anthony or Luka-"

"No!" You exclaimed, your face burning up at the thought of seeing Luka again.His alluring words ran quickly through your mind and you had to pinch yourself to distract from them.

"I'm good I promise." You quickly tried to fix yourself, being that your sister had no idea there was any 'developments' with Luka. You had no desire to see her shitty boyfriend either.

"Anthony left not to long ago, are you sure you don't want me to send him your way?" She asked gently.

"I'm fine, really." You spoke as you stopped in front of a store. The snow was coming down hard and there was only a small light remaining in the back of the store. "Dammit, they're closed."

"Go back to the bakery Y/n." She sighed, clearly exhausted and done talking to you. "It would be good for Dakota to see you in the morning anyways."

You groaned, knowing she was right. "Fine. Everyone Christmas shops online anyways."

"That's the spirit! Now let me go." She laughed.

**Luka sat in the darkness of his studio.

He had been in there the entire day, thinking about the last time he saw you. He cursed at himself, it was distracting his work.

But he couldn't help but imagine the curvature of your lips, and the softness in your gaze.

He had taken you by surprise that night, but he knew you felt it to.

The entire time you all sat in that court room, the thoughts the two of you had were entirely selfish. You thought of abandoning the whole thing and running away together, just for a while. Just long enough to see if this was worth it.

Is the risk worth it?

He wasn't there when he stopped by your apartment, and he couldn't help but wonder if that had been a reoccurring thing.

He found himself walking in front of your apartment after changing the stairs he used.

He was dying to see you again, but he wasn't sure if he would have the strength to hold back—or to go through with kissing you like he promised.

He slammed his head against his desk, rattling the guitar he had been crafting.

He was supposed to be in there working, distracting himself from the thought of you, but like always he sat there drowning.

Drowning in the thought of you.

**

"You can be serious!" She snapped.

"Darling." His hand trailed the back of her hair as he held he close. She squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. "I know you are jealous with all the time I spend with her, but I do hope you know that I think about you."

"Pervert. I'm too young for you." She spat, swinging his fist and colliding with his neck. She hated being around him. He was creepy but she did adore the power she gained from being associated with him.

She spent her whole life being told no while her mother rose up in the fame of the city.

She wanted to feel that power, that glory.

She went into this with her identity covered. The man was cunning and extremely creepy. He went back and forth between what he wanted—always desiring someone new.

She never allowed him to close to her, other than allowing teasing remarks about the other. Their relationship had always been clear, simply partners to rule the world.

When it came to who he really wanted anyways, that wasn't her.

"I simply am teasing." He released her. She hoped that was true, because she had only been teasing as well. This was a stressful job she had decided to lead. "This is a risky game girl, I just hope you can handle it."

"We take down Marinette and Y/n Dupain-Cheng." She spoke. "Then I never have to see you again."