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Dangerous Games	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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Marinette almost sewed her fingers into the lilac dress shirt she was putting together. She yanked her fingers out of the way as she eased her foot off the pedal, the needle slowing down until it stopped. She sighed, frustrated with herself.
Chat Noir had behaved oddly the night before. He was still friendly and silly, but his antics had lacked a quality she couldn't quite put a name to.
This thought had left her distracted all morning. Unable to focus, she had dropped a container full of loose pins, botched the same blouse three times, and had somehow misplaced an entire bolt of silk.
She pushed her chair away from the table and let her head fall back. She closed her eyes against the headache that was starting to build, and hummed a dissatisfied note.
It felt like Chat Noir had withdrawn from her. He was a little more distant, emotionally and physically, though he tried to cover it with his usual silly banter.
He's usually such a tactile person, she mused. He thrives on physical contact and incessant flirting.
Marinette's eyes flew open as she sat up straight. Chat Noir hadn't so much as placed a hand on her shoulder the night before, and had said nothing suggestive or lewd. She couldn't remember a time when he wasn't hitting on her, or finding some excuse to touch her.
But he did try something on Marinette, and she responded. Oh, you ridiculous cat.
She felt her cheeks warm. Chat Noir was toning his behaviour down with Ladybug because he didn't want to cheat on Marinette. She giggled at the absurdity, and his sweet, but unnecessary, intentions. However, Master Fu and Tikki had been adamant that she never reveal her identity to anyone. She sighed at the dramatic irony, feeling sorry for Chat Noir and his ongoing ignorance.
There was a knock on the studio door, then Adrien stuck his head in. 'Hey, how're things going with the purple shirt?'
'It's lilac,' she corrected him, with a disdainful sniff.
'Yes Boss,' he agreed, with a chuckle.
'I'm almost done. Just gimme a sec,' she muttered, as she hunched over her sewing machine once more.
Paying especially close attention, she finished the shirt and handed it to him. He then proceeded to pull his t-shirt over his head, before slipping into the dress shirt.
'What do you think?' he asked, with a twirl.
Marinette curled her nose, doubtfully. 'I don't know. I think it's a little cool for you.'
He gasped in mock affront. 'Are you saying I'm not cool?'
Panicked, she held up both hands, as blood rushed to her face. 'No, I mean the colour's cool. You're not. No, wait. Lilac is too cold for your colouring. Well, it's a nice contrast against your hair, but it doesn't suit your skin tone or eye colour. That's all I meant.' She hung her head with a defeated moan.
He laughed again, coming over to give her a consoling pat on the shoulder. 'I know what you meant, I was just teasing. This shirt isn't even for me.'
She blinked up at him. 'It's not? Why did you try it on, then?'
'Like I said, I was teasing,' he answered, as he began unbuttoning the shirt. 'One of the other guys is going to wear it, but since I wasn't busy, they sent me to fetch it.'
She looked away as he took it off, and pulled his own back over his head. 'Well, it's ready to go whenever you are.'
He stooped down until he was in her line of sight. 'Are you trying to get rid of me?' he asked, with a barely suppressed grin.
Her phone rang, saving her from replying. 'Hello?' she answered, without checking the caller ID.
Once again, there was only the sound of quiet breathing before the person on the other end hung up. Marinette snorted in annoyance and put her phone back in her bag.
'Wrong number again?' Adrien guessed.
Marinette shrugged. 'I'd say so.'
Whoever was calling her had progressed from calling only in the evenings to during the day as well. She was getting tired of it. She scowled at her bag.
'Have you considered changing your number?'
Marinette looked up in surprise. She had momentarily forgotten Adrien was still in the room. 'Oh, yeah. I suppose that is an option, isn't it?'
'Yeah, just talk to your service provider, and they'll fix it right up for you.'
She nodded, seeing the sense in his suggestion. 'I'll do it this afternoon. Thanks, Adrien.'
He gripped her shoulder briefly, smiling reassuringly at her. 'Any time.'

Marinette dropped off all her non-essential items at home before leaving again to speak to her service provider in person. She had tried calling her telecommunications company during lunch break, but they had kept her on hold for almost an hour before she gave up in disgust.
She went back to the elevator, and wearily pushed the button, but then it stopped again the next floor down to let Luka on.
'Hey, Marinette. What's up?'
She mustered up a polite smile. 'Hi, Luka. I'm going to go get my phone number changed, since some weirdo keeps calling me and hanging up. What're you doing?'
His eyebrows shot up. 'Someone's been prank calling you? Seriously, what're they, like twelve years old?'
'I don't know whether it's a prank, or if someone's confused, or crazy, but it's driving me around the bend. If I don't put an end to it soon, I'll be the crazy one.'
He crossed his arms and frowned. 'It's not normal, that's for sure. You're doing the right thing.'
Marinette nodded, but didn't reply.
Luka lay an arm over her shoulders. 'Would you like me to come with you?'
She looked up at him, pleadingly. 'Would you?'
'Of course. You're one of my dearest friends,' he smiled at her.
She grinned back, the relief that washed over her too strong for her to ever admit to. 'Thanks, I'd appreciate that.'
They exited the elevator, and headed out to the street.
'We'd better be quick, though,' Luka suggested. 'It'll be getting dark in a couple of hours.'
Marinette looked up. The sunlight was bright, but had taken on the golden honey colour of late afternoon, the shadows lengthening across the road already.
'All right, let's get moving.'
She was glad Luka had accompanied her. While she would have passively accepted the wait while other people pushed ahead of her, Luka would not. When someone tried to elbow past him, he shoved back and levelled them an unfriendly glare while telling them to wait their turn.
He also explained the representative's jargon, when they did finally get a chance to speak to someone, in a way that was easy to understand without her feeling spoken down to.
She disapproved of the representative's manner, and told him to speak to her, as it was her number she wanted changed, but the man kept looking to Luka while he spoke. Luka merely pointed back to her, with a meaningful look. The representative listened to her story, unmoved by her plight and suggested she was exaggerating, until she showed him her call log. Marinette was thankful, in that moment, that she always forgot to clear the call log. The representative's manner changed immediately. Suddenly, he was caring and solicitous, speaking to her with a sympathetic expression, and explaining the details of changing her contact number.
Finally, she had a new number. It would take a few days to become active, but she could tell people she trusted her new number, and they would be able to contact her again soon.
She left the store feeling like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Luka walked beside her, tapping at his own phone.
'What're you doing?' she asked, standing up on tip toe to peer at his screen.
He tilted it away from here, with a teasing grin. 'It's rude to look over peoples' shoulders. But, I'm just putting in your new number. I'm officially the first to have it.'
Marinette laughed. 'So you are. That is a sacred responsibility, you know. I hope you won't abuse the privilege.'
Luka's expression turned sombre. 'I would never do such a thing. Your secret phone number is safe with me.'
She lay a hand on his arm as she smiled up at him. 'I know. I trust you, Luka.'
He pulled his arm out of her grip to wrap it around her shoulders, and remained like that for the rest of the walk home.
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