After a while of complete and utter silence, Chat Noir had agreed in helping Marinette with her case. But, on one condition.

She couldn't turn him in.

To be completely honest, Marinette wasn't ever planning on turning Chat Noir in to the police station. Even on the first day she had laid eyes on him, she hadn't even had that thought. She knew Chat Noir was a criminal, the most wanted criminal in Paris to be exact; but there was just something about him she couldn't quite pinpoint. He had spared and even saved her life.

Why?

She had been asking herself that question for the past month she had been an officer, and knowing Chat. Ever since that night she had offered him a chance to help her solve her giant mystery, he had been coming regularly to her bedroom window at night.

It had become so regular between the two, that Marinette was beginning to feel very comfortable around Chat Noir, to the point where they were becoming more than just acquaintances.

They were becoming friends.

Even though she had forbade it from the beginning.

And no one knew of their secret meetings. Especially Alya.

"What would happen if Alya knew I was here?" Chat suddenly asked as he laid sprawled out on his stomach over her bed. Marinette lay next to him, propping herself up on her elbows as she was busy on her laptop.

She turned to look at him, one eyebrow knit up, "I'm sure she'd cuss me out. Why do you ask?"

"Are you sure that's all she'd do?" He questioned again, titling his own head up to stare into her eyes.

She looked at him with pitty as she sat up from her laying position; crossing her legs, she asked, "Well, it's the same boat for you. What would happen if people on your side caught you here?"

He let out a hum at that, proving that she was right. The two of the. secretly meeting was defiantly a danger. Not just for the bluenette, but for Chat Noir of course.

"Anyway," Marinette decided to drive away from that topic, "We should focus back on the case-"

"Ugh," Chat Noir moaned, rolling over on his back to stare up at her ceiling, "Can we please just take a break? I'm exhausted."

She sighed in defeat and simply shrugged her shoulders, "Alright," she gave in; closing her laptop and setting it aside, she rolled on her back as well to admire the ceiling, "What do you want to talk about?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. How about we play a game instead?" He questioned, rolling on his side to face her and resting his head on his palm for support.

Marinette did the same, "Like what?" She asked.

"Twenty questions?" He suggested.

"Are you serious?" She let a few giggles escape her lips.

"I'll go first," Chat offered, shooting  her a toothy grin. "If you feel uncomfortable with a question, just say pass."

She simply sighed and nodded, giving him the okay to continue on with his game. His grin never left his lips when he uttered his first question, "Why did you come to Paris?"

"Jumping right to it, are we?" She questioned with slight sarcasm. Although Marinette knew deep down these type of questions always wanted to dig up her past. "Well," she uttered, after trying to think of what she would tell him, "I guess I just wanted a new beginning."

He nodded, satisfied with her answer, and she was glad he didn't try to get more out of it. She was also proud of what she had spilled to him; nothing of her pass was revealed, "So," she tried to come up with a reasonable question for him, "I've always wanted to know, why the cat suit?"

He chuckled at that, "I love cats. Besides," he paused, almost as if for a dramatic effect, "black cats are stealthy, blend in the night well, and people fear them for their superstitions."

"So your purpose was to constantly send out a bad vibe and make little children have nightmares about you?" When she had asked him that question to merely try and make a joke, she realized it was by far a big mistake. Chat's ears immediately dropped down, and she coughed to try and clear the air, "I mean..gosh I-um...I really didn't-"

"Why do you always do that?" He asked, quickly cutting her off.

"Do what?" Marinette immediately questioned.

"You always try to throw insults at people," his green, glowing eyes pierced into hers, "Why?"

Marientte didn't like where this topic was headed, and she began to stutter, "I-well....I have n-no idea what you mean."

He just scoffed at that, "You're lying once again."

"Are we still playing the game?" She tried to change the subject slightly.

He just frowned, "Answer the question, Marinette."

Silence filled the somewhat dark room, and Marinette's brain fumbled for the correct answer to give him. Why did she throw insults at people? She had to ask herself. It had just become a habit ever since-

She stopped her thoughts to squeeze her eyes shut and take in a deep breath. She needed to keep herself calm.

Marinette let out the deep breath she had inhaled, "Pass," she muttered.

Chat sighed in annoyance, clearly upset that she hadn't given him an answer, "Next question," she thought long and hard for his next question, "What got you started as a criminal?"

He sat long and hard to think that question over. When did he start his rebelliousness? When did he officially become labeled as the most wanted criminal in all of Paris.

He sighed before replying, "I guess it all started when my father left my mother and I." He let a shaky breath leave his lips, "He let fame and money get to his head an he abandoned us."

"I guess because I was so angry at him for tossing us to the curb, I wanted to take away everything that he loved more than us. So, I started stealing anything, just to see if it would affect my father in some way. But, it never did."

He paused; lifting his clawed hand up for her to see closer, Chat Noir fidgeted with the ring on his hand, "One night, I was with a couple of my buddies ready to rob a mini mart for some food, when I heard a noise of trash cans tipping in a dark alley way. My friends took off, startled, but I went to inspect it."

"Turns out, it was simply just a cat scavenging for food." He chuckled at the memory, "His name was Plagg. He told me-"

"Woah, wait a minute. Stop right there." Marinette raised her palm to shush him, clearly interrupting him. "The cat....spoke....to you?"

He raised an eyebrow, as if it was easy to believe, "Yeah?"

"That's impossible," she started to laugh, only making Chat furrow his brows more at her figure.

"So, what you're trying to make clear is that you don't believe me?" He quizzed.

She continued to laugh, not even noticing it was slightly hurting his feelings, "I mean, come on Chat, really? A talking cat?" She then looked up into his eyes, wiping a year from under her eye in the process from all her laughter, "It's really difficult to believe, but I suppose I'll take your word for it."

"I'll prove it to you one day," he promised.

She didn't bother to make another comment about it. This whole question game had probably been a bad idea from the start. Marinette honestly wanted to believe Chat was telling the truth, but it was pretty difficult to do with the story he had given.

"Hey," Chat's voice broke her from her concentration in thought, "Where did Alya say she was going again?"

Marientte turned to look at him straight in the eyes before lifting her laptop open to check the time, "She didn't exactly say....." She trailed off as she read the late time of eleven forty-three.

"It's late," Chat stated, "Awfully late for her to be out."

"You're right," Marinette agreed.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Chat asked, staring into her eyes and studying her now concerned look.

"Probably not," Mairnette shrugged; standing from her spot off the bed, she now stood in front of him, placing her hand on her hip, "But, I've probably got a similar idea."

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