Wednesday Night - Chat Noir's POV || 3 Days Until the Party

The night air was crisp and cool as Chat Noir perched silently atop a tall Parisian rooftop, his eyes sweeping the glittering expanse of the city below. Paris was alive in its usual way — distant car horns, faint laughter drifting from open café windows, the shimmering reflections of street lamps dancing on the Seine. But something about this night felt off. Unsettling. Too quiet.

Beside him, Ladybug landed with her usual grace, the soft thud of her boots barely audible. She stood with her arms crossed, her gaze sharp as it scanned the streets below. The red and black of her costume gleamed in the moonlight, a beacon against the shadows.

Chat Noir shifted, his tail flicking nervously. "You feel it too, right? The silence? It's like the calm before a storm."

Ladybug nodded without taking her eyes off the streets. "Monarch hasn't sent an akuma in days. Ever since he got the miraculous... he's been quiet."

Chat Noir's green eyes narrowed. "I don't like it. Not one bit. He's probably planning something big, something worse than before."

Ladybug's lips pressed into a thin line. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of. We've been expecting an attack, but maybe he's just waiting for the perfect moment."

Chat Noir crouched lower, scanning every shadow, every alleyway. The city looked peaceful, but the peace was a lie. "Waiting feels worse than fighting. At least when you fight, you know what you're up against."

Ladybug turned to him, her expression softening just slightly. "Patience is hard, but we have to trust that we're ready."

He grinned, trying to break the tension. "If Monarch's planning a surprise party, he sure picked the worst DJ."

She let out a small chuckle, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's never about the music with him."

They moved from rooftop to rooftop, shadows blending seamlessly with the night. Chat Noir's usual playful banter floated between them, but beneath it lay a current of unease neither wanted to voice.

As they reached a narrow alley bathed in the faint glow of a flickering streetlight, Chat Noir stopped and glanced at Ladybug. "Do you ever wonder what goes through his head? Why someone would turn into Monarch?"

Ladybug was silent for a moment, her voice quiet but steady when she spoke. "I think he's lost himself in his pain. When someone lets that pain consume them, it twists everything. But that doesn't mean we have to lose ourselves too."

Chat Noir felt a pang in his chest, seeing her not just as the fearless Ladybug, but as someone who truly understood struggle and loss. For a moment, he forgot about the looming threat and simply watched her, the cityscape forgotten.

Clearing his throat, he shifted back to the mission. "We have to stay ahead of him. Be better, faster, stronger."

Ladybug smiled, a spark of her usual determination lighting up her face. "Together."

They continued their patrol, moving with fluid ease across the rooftops. Chat Noir's teasing remarks and jokes filled the silence between their leaps and bounds, softening the night's weight. He recalled past battles — the adrenaline, the chaos, the moments of victory and the times they'd barely escaped with their lives.

Yet despite the easy camaraderie, the shadow of Monarch hung heavy. Chat Noir caught himself glancing at Ladybug more often than necessary, his heart beating faster than usual. He wanted to say something, to confess the feelings he'd been carrying — but the words tangled in his throat.

The city was theirs to protect, but tonight, the line between hero and human felt thinner than ever.

They reached the riverbank, where the Seine glittered under the moonlight like a ribbon of stars. The quiet water reflected the shimmering skyline, a calm contrast to the turmoil within Chat Noir.

He turned toward Ladybug. "No matter what happens... we face it as a team."

She looked up at him, eyes shining with a mixture of strength and something softer — trust, hope, maybe even something more. "Always."

For a brief moment, the world seemed less daunting. The city, their mission, the looming darkness — all set aside by the simple bond between them.

Chat Noir exhaled, letting the warmth of her presence settle around him. "You know," he said with a sly grin, "I may have to write a song about this—'The Night We Faced Monarch Together.' Could be a hit."

Ladybug rolled her eyes, but laughter bubbled from her lips. "Only if you promise not to sing it."

"No promises," Chat Noir said with a sly grin, landing lightly on the rooftop next to Ladybug. His voice held the playful tone he always carried on patrol — light, teasing, as if daring her to challenge him. The Paris skyline stretched beneath them, a sea of glowing lights and distant sounds. The moon cast a pale glow over their costumes, shimmering softly on the black and red.

Ladybug's eyes sparkled with amusement as she shook her head. "You always say that," she replied, her voice bright but calm. "Maybe one day you'll surprise me."

Chat's grin widened. "Maybe I will." His emerald eyes twinkled with mischief, but beneath it all, a storm brewed.

For weeks, the same thought had gnawed at him, restless and relentless — the secret that bound them both, the mask he couldn't keep on any longer.

As if on cue, the teasing disappeared from his face. His smile faded, and his tail flicked restlessly. He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to steady his voice.

"Ladybug..." he began, slower now, more serious. "There's something I need to say. Something I can't keep inside anymore."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the shift in his tone. "What is it, Chat?"

He hesitated. His voice was quieter, but urgent. "I want to tell you who I really am. I want you to know me... not just as Chat Noir, but as who I am behind the mask."

Ladybug's lips pressed into a thin line. "You know that's not possible."

"Why?" His green eyes searched hers, desperate. "Why is it always 'not possible'? We're partners. We trust each other with everything else."

She sighed, the weight of the secret pressing down between them like a wall. "It's not just about us. It's about protecting our families, our lives. If anyone found out..."

Chat stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I'm not afraid. I trust you. I want to stop hiding."

Ladybug shook her head, her tone firmer. "It's reckless. Dangerous."

"And what about being honest? About being real?" Chat's voice cracked with emotion. "You don't have to carry this alone."

She looked away for a moment, biting her lip. "You don't understand."

"Then help me understand." His tone grew sharper. "Why do you keep me at a distance? Why do you treat me like a kid who can't handle the truth?"

Ladybug's gaze snapped back to him, her voice sharp as a whip. "Because I have to. I can't risk losing you."

"That's what hurts." Chat's laugh was bitter, almost hollow. "After four years, you still don't trust me."

Ladybug's expression darkened. "It's not about trust."

"Isn't it?" His tail twitched. "You've never let me in. You act like I'm a sidekick, not an equal."

She crossed her arms, defensive now. "I'm focused on the mission. On protecting Paris."

"And what about protecting me?" Chat's voice dropped low. "You don't even see me."

Ladybug's eyes flashed with irritation. "That's unfair, Chat. I've saved your tail more times than I can count."

"Yeah?" His voice grew louder, pain bubbling to the surface. "And yet you insult me like I'm beneath you. Like I don't matter."

She took a step back, voice cold. "I'm not here to stroke your ego."

His heart twisted. "Then why am I here? Why do I keep fighting if I'm just a tool?"

Ladybug's silence was deafening. The tension thickened the night air, crackling between them like electricity.

Chat's voice was rough now, ragged with hurt. "I thought we were partners — equals. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe you never saw me that way."

Ladybug opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come.

He turned sharply, prepared to leave. "Goodbye, Ladybug."

Before she could stop him, he leapt into the darkness, his figure vanishing against the star-studded sky.

Her voice barely rose above a whisper, trembling with regret. "Chat... wait—"

But the only answer was the echo of his retreating footsteps, swallowed by the night.

A/N: Whoa...you finally get to see your beloved heroes and they fight? Can't promise they will make up *cackles evilly* 

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