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Dangerous Games	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11606 -:- 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 groaned in protest when the bed shifted with Adrien's weight. He stroked her hair with a soft shush, then quietly left the room. Marinette rolled over with a huff, but was unable to get back to sleep. With an exasperated moan, she got up to amble to the bathroom, then to the kitchen.
'Good morning, Sleepyhead,' Adrien said, with an amused smile, poorly concealed by his coffee cup.
'Morning,' she replied, yawning wide.
They shared a comfortably quiet breakfast, before Marinette excused herself. She waved off Adrien's concern as she went back to her own place for a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Once she felt clean and refreshed, she met him in the hallway by the elevator.
'Ready to talk to the cops again?' Adrien asked, holding up his laptop bag.
With a nod, she said, 'let's get this over with.'

She returned to the same police station she'd given her first statement at, and spoke to the same officer, but this time a detective sat in to listen. Once they had spoken with her, they talked to Adrien, who showed them his security camera footage. They were thanked for the extra evidence, excluding the box of insects, but they were discouraged from taking any further action.
When asked how their own investigations were going, the police told her they had been unable to find anything concrete, that it was possible her stalker was using a burner phone, and was therefore, near untraceable. Marinette sighed with grim acceptance, thanked the men for their efforts, then took her leave.
Adrien placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. 'They'll get this creep, don't worry.'
She patted his hand where it rested. 'I know they will, but what if he says something? He could tell the world I'm Ladybug when they catch him. What'll I do then?'
'Shrug him off as a lunatic,' Adrien suggested.
Marinette turned to him with a flat expression.
'I'm serious,' he went on. 'If he says anything, you can discredit all of his claims just by pointing out what a freak he is, and how mentally unstable he seems. No one's going to take the word of a certified nutbar.'
She huffed a brief laugh, then curled in on herself. 'What if he has proof? He took photos of me on my balcony. He sent me pictures of myself, when I was alone, and with Chat Noir on my balcony. He could have pictures of me while I transformed. I can't dismiss those with a flippant remark.'
Adrien fell silent, but Marinette couldn't bring herself to look up at him. They walked home in silence after that.

She insisted on staying at her own place that evening, much to Adrien's obvious chagrin. He tried to persuade her to change her mind, a deeply worried expression on his face, but Marinette was adamant. He didn't understand that she needed to do some things on her own, to help her feel brave and independent. She firmly closed her door in his face, but promised to call if she needed him.
She leaned against the doorframe with a slow, steady exhale. 'I can do this.'
'You can do this,' Tikki cheered.
Marinette kept herself occupied with baking, sketching, feeding herself and Tikki, and cleaning. Tikki ate the unburnt biscuits with a satisfied hum, giving Marinette the kwami equivalent of a thumbs up. She smiled at Tikki, grateful for her encouragement and support.
However, at half past eight, there was a disturbance outside her door. Marinette leapt from her couch and scurried to her front door, pressing her ear against the panels.
One of the voices was Adrien's, uncharacteristically raised in anger.
'I knew it was you,' he snarled.
'I don't know what you're talking about,' replied a second voice, quieter, but still irate.
Marinette threw open her door to see Luka on her doorstep, and Adrien standing in his own doorway levelling Luka a furious glare.
'What is going on here?' she demanded.
Both men's attention snapped to her, then they began talking over each other in an incomprehensible babble.
'Enough,' she cried. 'One at a time, please.'
Luka stepped back, his eyes still focussed on her. He opened his mouth, but Adrien spoke first.
'He was leaving something outside your door.'
Marinette's spine stiffened. 'What?' she asked, turning to Luka.
Luka shot a filthy look over his shoulder before turning back to her. He held out a folded slip of paper. 'Like I was trying to tell your Knight Protector over there, it's just an invitation to dinner. I haven't seen you since our time together, and was wondering if you would like to talk,' he explained with a smug glance back at Adrien.
'Horse shit,' Adrien retorted. 'You were leaving another weird, stalkerish note, weren't you? Don't try to deny it.'
Luka turned to face him fully. 'You think I'm the stalker? Wow, though I suppose accusing me is a good way to distract unwanted attention from yourself, isn't it?'
'I've got evidence it was you,' Adrien shot back, jabbing a finger toward him.
'Do you now?' Luka sneered.
Adrien folded his arms. 'I have footage of you leaving a box outside Marinette's front door.'
'Enough,' Marinette cut in. 'Adrien, that footage proves nothing. The perpetrator's face was covered. There's no way of telling who it was.'
Adrien turned away with an irked tsk, scowling at the floor and muttering under his breath.
Luka stared at Adrien with smug superiority. Marinette turned to him.
'Luka, what we need to discuss ought to be done in private. Come inside.'
Luka strode in with a triumphant smile, nose in the air, while Adrien gaped in astonishment.
'Marinette, you can't be serious,' he stammered.
'I'll leave the door unlocked,' she told him with exaggerated patience. She closed it before he could say anything more, then turned to Luka.
He held his note out for her, looking contrite. 'I'm sorry you had to witness that.'
She took the note, and unfolded it. Indeed, it was nothing more than an invitation to dinner. Marinette sighed, handing the note back.
'I'm sorry, but I can't accept.'
Luka's eyes widened. 'What? I thought we really hit it off on Thursday. If this is about what Prince Charming said, I swear it's not true.'
Shaking her head, Marinette closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts. 'No, it's not that. Look, Luka, I'm flattered you like me that way, but I just don't feel the same way. I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression; I was weak and felt I needed the comfort. But I never had any intention of beginning a relationship with you. I'm really, very sorry.'
Luka's spine was stiff and straight, his face stony. 'I see. I apologise for inconveniencing you. I'm sure you're very busy with Monsieur Stepford over there.'
Marinette's breath left her in a whoosh. 'Ok, I realise I shouldn't have led you on, but there's no reason to be a complete arsehole about it.'
Luka raised an eyebrow. 'Oh, no? Well, I feel perfectly justified. I laid my heart bare to you, and you trampled all over it. If I'd known you were a two-timing bitch, I wouldn't have bothered.'
'I'm not two-timing anyone,' she snapped.
'Oh really?' Luka went on. 'What about Chat Noir?'
Tears stung her eyes. 'I just broke up with him, which you would've known if you'd let me finish speaking on Thursday. But you were only thinking about getting laid.'
Luka rolled his eyes, replying, 'and what a disappointment that was.'
'Excuse me?'
'You were a dud root, Marinette. I've never fucked anyone as dull as you.'
Marinette froze for a moment, her eyes wide at the injustice. Then, she drew in a deep breath.
'Get out,' she shrieked, pointing at the door.
Luka snorted derisively, turning on his heel to leave.
Adrien was still standing in his doorway, his fists clenched at his sides, when Marinette shoved Luka into the hallway.
'The stalker's being thrown out; what a surprise,' he growled.
'Shut the fuck up, Ken Doll,' Luka bit back.
'I'd like you see you make me,' he sneered.
Luka's face contorted into something hideous and frightful. Adrien squared up, ready to take him on, but a quick glance at Marinette cowering in her doorframe quelled the worst of his anger. Adrien stepped back, his hands relaxing.
'Just what I thought,' Luka said, his back still turned on Marinette.
Adrien looked him square in the eyes. 'I know what you've been doing. If you torment her any more, I'll come after you. Do you hear me?'
'I'm not the stalker,' Luka reiterated. 'How many times do I have to say it?'
'Then explain why your social media accounts are idle, why you haven't had any gigs in the last few months. Where do you go every day, when you're not going to the recording studio, like you claim? You haven't played with your band in ages, they haven't even seen you in months. Don't you think that's a little suspicious?'
Marinette's eyes were wide, her hands over her mouth. 'Is that true?'
Luka stood there, stiff and straight. 'Now who's the stalker?'
'Answer the question,' Adrien ordered.
Luka turned so he could look at both of them, his nose in the air with his lip curled. 'If you must know, I left the band to pursue a more lucrative career.'
Adrien snorted in disbelief.
Luka scowled at him before continuing. 'I wasn't making enough money with the band, so I left. I'd gotten a better offer to play at a private establishment for a select clientele. I rehearse there during the day, and play most nights. The owners are extremely grateful for my talents; much more than my old band ever were.'
Folding his arms, Adrien asked, 'what is this place?'
'It's called Secret Square.'
'Isn't that a strip club?' Adrien asked.
Luka sneered. 'I'm not surprised you've heard of it. Really, you two are made for each other.'
Marinette had to lunge forward to prevent Adrien from chasing Luka down the stairwell. His scornful laugh echoed up to them, accompanied by the sound of retreating footsteps.
Adrien subsided slowly, still glaring in the direction Luka had gone. Marinette punched him in the arm.
He cried out, rubbing the abused flesh. 'What was that for?'
'For being a stupid fat-head. What were you thinking, rising to his bait, and accusing him without proof?'
Adrien turned away, muttering to himself.
Marinette threw her hands up as she headed back to her apartment. 'Children. I'm surrounded by petulant children. Don't talk to me until I feel better about you,' she demanded, pointing at him.
She slammed her door, ignored Tikki's look of concern, then went to draw herself a bath.
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