"You can trust me." - DJNoir (reveal?)
::Cackles in glee:: Yeeeeeessssssss Ninoir!
“Come on this way,” Nino shouted grabbing the frantic looking boy by the hand and practically dragging him towards a small storage closet across from the library. They ran, both conscious of the high pitched beeps signaling the final minute.
Nino through open the door to the closet and Chat Noir dove inside, slamming the door behind him just as a flash of brilliant green light burst out from the crack at the bottom of the door.
Nino slumped to the floor, his back pressed against the closet door and his breathing heavy. That had been close.
“You ok in their dude?” he asked between gasps.
“Yeah, thanks,” came the nervous reply from the other side of the door. The voice sounded softer somehow. Probably a result of the lack of transformation.
“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t try to look or anything,” Nino said, “you can trust me.”
“I know,” Chat Noir replied. Nino flushed with pleasure at the indisputable certainty in the heroes voice.
“Can I get you anything? Some water maybe,” he asked, tilting his head towards the door even though there was no way his companion could possibly see him.
“Get me some cheese,” a different voice whined.
“Plagg stop being a glutton for two seconds will you?”
“But I’m hungry!”
“Who is that?” Nino called curiously through the door.
“Oh… it’s… well it’s Plagg. He’s my kwami. It’s sort of a long story.”
“Is he like your superhero sidekick?” Nino asked excitedly.
“Sidekick?! I am an immortal demi-god I am no one’s sidekick,” the high pitched voice shot back at him, “without me there would be no Chat Noir. If anything the kid is my sidekick.”
“Oh,” Nino replied soaking up the information. Alya was going to be so jealous.
“Now bring me some cheese, puny mortal, before I perish from starvation! preferably some well aged Camembert.”
“Plagg!” the boy who was Chat Noir groaned, clearly embarrassed by the demi-gods demanding attitude.
Nino couldn’t help but smile. How cool was this guy that he could be so chill towards an immortal being that grants you super powers?
“It’s too bad my boy Adrien isn’t here,” he laughed as he pulled out his bag and began rummaging through it, “I swear he is obsessed with that stuff.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice,” the strange creature replied with a sly tone, “I bet your friend wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave all of his delicious camembert locked away in his bookbag instead of carrying it around in his pocket where it belongs.”
“Plagg I swear to God-” Chat Noir growled, and Nino couldn’t hold back a small choked laugh.
“Hey,” he cried triumphantly pulling out a small snack bag his mother had once again snuck into his satchel, “it’s not camembert, but I do have some Brie and-”
Before he could finish the sentence a small black blur shot out through the door and landed on his knee.
“Hand it over kiddo!” the tiny catlike creature purred, tail twitching in anticipation.
Wordlessly Nino held out the small container full of grapes, crackers, and of course the coveted cheese.
“So,” Nino called to Chat Noir as he watched the little god happily nibble on his treat, “does this happen often?”
“Does what happen often?” he called back.
“Getting stranded without your powers?”
“Sadly more often than I would like,” he admitted, “its pretty rare that I am not the first one to use my powers but I can’t exactly just ditch My Lady in the middle of a battle. It’s a bit rough but I’ll take a few close calls if it means I keep the people I care about safe.”
Nino grinned again. God this guy was cool.
He wondered if anyone had ever given much thought to this particular dilemma Chat Noir faced. So much attention was given to Ladybug because of her amazing powers. Not that he thought she didn’t deserve the attention, but Nino had always felt that a lot of his friends undervalued how important Chat Noir was to the dynamic duo. Where others saw weakness- namely Chloe and Kim- he saw sacrifice. After all, how disastrous would it be if Ladybug ever fell under the influence of an akuma? Nino spent enough time hero chasing with Alya to know that most of hits Chat took were for the sake of his partner. Perhaps it was his devil may care attitude, or perhaps it was that unspoken knowledge that his powers were actually pretty terrifying, but not a lot of people seemed to give Chat Noir the kind of appreciation he deserved.
“You know,” Nino said careful, “no offence to Ladybug, but you’re my favorite.”
“Really?” he replied sounding more than a little awed.
“Yeah. I mean it’s a lot easier to be the hero when you get all the praise and the cool finishing move. It’s a lot harder to be the person who’s job it is to soak up the damage, you know?”
“Thanks. I… it’s really nice to hear you say that.”
“How old are you anyways? I mean if I’m allowed to ask.”
“I just turned 16.”
“Dude! You’re my age, that’s crazy!” Nino said with a chuckle. “How do you do it? How can you stand going out there every day knowing that any second you could be fighting another monster? Doesn’t it get exhausting?”
“Sometimes. But it’s worth it. If it means I am protecting people like you, it will always be worth it.”
Nino felt his cheeks go scarlet. “Wow man… thanks.”
“I mean it,” Chat Noir said, his voice barely audible through the door, “you help make this fight worth fighting. You are brave and loyal, and don’t need superpowers to be one of the most heroic people I’ve ever met.”
Nino’s breath caught. “I… jeez… what am I supposed to say to that?” he joked weakly, “Chat Noir is calling me a hero.”
He heard a small scoffing sound from the little being still perched on his leg gobbling up the last of the cheese. “You’re little blogger friend was right. You two really are one of those obnoxious lovey-dovey couples.”
“How did you- she was talking about-”
“I swear to God Plagg, you are not getting another bite of camembert for the rest of the month.”