Ladybug was beautiful. True, she was beautiful on the outside, but what truly made her beautiful was what was on the inside. Chat knew from experience that prettiness wasn't everything, take Chloe for example. He was plagued by her every day, and yes she was pretty, but that didn't matter in the long run since she wasn't too nice on the inside.

"My Lady," Chat purred as the duo stopped to look at the city from atop a building, "You're very purr-ty tonight."

Even he cringed at the pun. The past week had been horrible at home, and his performance as Chat suffered. Not that Ladybug would notice, she had her own life to deal with.

Ladybug laughed. "That was even worse than normal, Kitty. You need to step up your game or I'll be the funniest one next patrol."

"You think I'm funny?" Chat perked up, his cat ears twitching towards the girl. Miraculously the fake ears always seemed to move like a cats would. Not that he minded.

Ladybug grinned in reply before flicking his nose gently. "Let's go, Kitty."

And she leapt.

Chats breath was caught in his throat as he watched her swing through the skies of Paris. Her hair whipping behind her, she seemed to be the embodiment of joy. With a whoop Chat started after her, loud clinks of metal on metal a telltale sign of his movement.

But the elation soon faded, and Chat fell into a quiet rhythm. For the past week he had been stuck in his room. His father had grounded him for staying out too late after school with his friends one evening. Ever since that night Gabriel was in a worse mood than ever.

Ladybug was only a swing ahead of him, her polka dotted suit bouncing in and out of his vision. She was graceful and fast, and he wished he had wings like she did. Not real wings, but imaginary ones made of happy thoughts.

But even as he thought of flying the world came crashing towards him.

He had slipped, his baton touching down on the very edge of a roof. With a cry for help the cat fell, his baton small and at his side. He desperately looked for a place to put it so that he could swing himself upward, but in his panic he couldn't find anything.

How funny that a cat would die not from a villains weapon, but from not landing on his feet.

Muahahaha