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[wisteriasymphony]

Blue Blood AU - The Bakery

It was one of those April mornings that still seemed like winter. The world was still lingering on to its death-like sleep, and the primroses and peonies planted outside the Dupain-Cheng Bakery were still taking their time to bloom. And in the air, it had felt like it recently rained when it really hadn't. Maybe it was the grayness of the sky that made Marinette think such a thing.

The next customer to enter was a regular—Adrien was his name. He'd often come in once a week just to buy fresh bread, then mostly to talk, though Marinette was hesitant to call him a 'friend'. It was entirely because of her own doubts, and nothing to do with him. Adrien was very courteous and respectful, and when her father joked about the two marrying Marinette would never react with irritation. She was charmed by Adrien, but that was it—just charmed. She worried there was a hollowness to it.

When Adrien entered, a gust of wind seemed to follow behind him, one so cold it might've threatened to cover the tile floor in a layer of thin frost. He smiled warmly at Marinette, leading in another person by the hand—a young woman that stood about head shorter than him, endomorphic and soft like a bruised pear.

"Lovely morning, isn't it?" he beamed. "Hello Monsieur Dupain, Hello Marinette." And then he quickly dived into conversation with her father, asking about the day's batch of bread and pastries and taking an interest in the sweets in a way that he hadn't in any of his previous visits.

Marinette looked over to the tanned young woman beside him, her eyes scanning over every bandage and bruise on her arms and shoulders. That alone didn't mean anything—Marinette knew how often stupid injuries could happen, she'd known reckless people and she was particularly clumsy herself—but Marinette could also just look at her and tell that something was wrong. The young woman constantly looked on edge, never speaking, barely breathing, and she flinched when Adrien raised his hand while making small talk with Marinette's father.

She crept closer to where the young woman was standing, leaning over the display counter. When the woman noticed her, Marinette simply mouthed the words:

"Are you okay?"

The young woman didn't seem to understand it at first—She was surprised that someone found her worth speaking to, yes, but then she knit her brows together and squinted at Marinette. So, Marinette repeated herself, speaking as silently as possible.

"Are you okay?"

The young woman's face fell. Marinette wasn't sure what she was so scared about—She only wanted to help, after all. Then Marinette had this horrible thought that whatever was being done to this young woman was so incredibly bad that she didn't find herself worthy of help, or that any gesture of kindness was seen as someone new trying to abuse her. Marinette took out a slip of paper and a pen from her apron—She'd have the young woman write her name down, maybe even Adrien's full name, and then Marinette would file a report. There was really nothing else she could do unless she found out more, but Marinette couldn't let these two customers leave without doing something.

Another hand took the pen and paper.

When Marinette looked back into Adrien's eyes, she had never seen such an intense desire to kill. Not just kill—Murder. Every other time he'd visited, Adrien had been so kind and nice and even occasionally flirtatious with Marinette, and yet now it looked like Adrien wanted to do nothing more than lunge at her over the counter and slam her head into the tile until everything poured out of her broken skull. His eye twitched—Marinette stepped back. Even if there were three counters between them, it would've still felt too close.

Adrien laced his arm around the young woman's waist, took the baked goods he'd purchased, and hurriedly left the bakery.

For the next three days, the stare Adrien had given her was all Marinette would be able to think about. Morning, noon, and night. While baking, while running errands, as soon as she woke up and right before she fell asleep. It had been so cold, so hate-filled, and now the flickering image of it would haunt her day and night, because it was a promise for revenge (What did he even need revenge for?) that had not yet been settled. Every room would now feel laced with bear traps, and every dark corner would need a light shone into it in case a presence lurked there.

But she couldn't just let this pass, danger or not—What had her mother always said she was? An everyday.... "ladybug". Her mother had always loved ladybugs and the meanings they carried. Sabine said that ladybugs were a sign from God that there was always help, always hope. Marinette needed to be that young woman's ladybug.

[futur3juli3]

-JUMBO MAX-

PROFILES:

No.25

Name: Bat

Age: 18

Birthday: April 7

Occupation: Jobless

Gender: Male

Blood type: O

Likes: Raw eggs

Dislikes: Betrayal

Hobby: His pet (turtle)

Plans to use the Groovetron for: Finding true freedom

Worries: .......................................

Personality: Cold

Special skills: Domestic violence

Collects: MLB homerun balls

Dream: Becoming free

Respects: Only believes in himself

Releases stress by: Going around in the city smashing shop windows

Favorite word/phrase: Freedom

When drunk... I don't rely on something like alcohol

With 1 million yen... I would run off with a stolen bike (Famous quote from Akira)

Quotient: Hooligan quotient: 86

Epilogue: After becoming No.1 dancer, Bat thus asked the Groovetron...

"It's typical...but I'm gonna ask...

make the wishes become three..."

"I cannot....it's typical but...I shall disappear after this..."

"Tch...each and every one of you can never escape your old fixed schemes...

but I'm different. I will live unruled by anyone..."

No one saw Bat anymore after that....

No.26

Name: Meat

Age: 18

Birthday: August 12

Occupation: Former burger shop employee

Gender: Male

Blood type: O

Likes: Hamburgers

Dislikes: Hamburger thieves

Hobby: Beating up hamburger thieves

Plans to use the Groovetron for: Re-building his beloved Burger-Dog

Worries: He still can't eat pickles

Personality: First action, then words

Special skills: Making hamburgers

Collects: Beer bottle caps

Dream: Eating hamburgers from all over the world

Respects: Burger Dog

Releases stress by: Swimming in pools

Favorite word/phrase: Value set

When drunk... It's not tasty, so I don't drink

With 1 million yen... I would make an hamburger with highest grade Matsuzaka beef

Quotient: Great Hamburger King quotient: 93

Epilogue: Finally becoming No.1 dancer, Meat prayed for the

revival of the hamburger shop Burger Dog, which

he really longed for.

"I w,want my beloved Burger Dog to come back o,once more"

And so, Dog (who lived in a trash can in 79 street)

came back as mascot, and re-started the shop with manager Hamm.

And with meat, who visits the shop everyday, they now plan to

open a Sushi place.

No.27

Name: Jason

Age: 17

Birthday: March 3

Occupation: Won't tell you

Gender: Male

Blood type: A

Likes: Hot chocolate

Dislikes: Cockroaches

Hobby: Reading

Plans to use the Groovetron for: Can't say it.....

Worries: Not being able to sleep after watching horror movies

Personality: Always pissed off

Special skills: DIY

Collects: Knives

Dream: Taking purikura with Strike

Respects: Strike

Releases stress by: Destroy the things he built himself

Favorite word/phrase: Saturday 14th

When drunk... Can't drink

With 1 million yen... I'd have Strike released from prison

Quotient: Strike stan quotient: 73

Epilogue: Jason became No.1 dancer and obtained the Groovetron...

his wish was one and one only!!!

"Make me into a prettyboy on KimuTaku's level!!!"

(KimuTaku, or Kimura Takuya is a member of the hugely popular

Male idol group SMAP, and is considered very handsome even now

that he's almost 50)

Yes, Jason's reason for wearing a mask until now was that

he was not confident in his looks...

Jason, who had become as handsome as KimuTaku,

took off his mask and went off into town...

Yet all his friends and other people he met

refused to believe he was Jason, so in the end

after a couple days he put his mask back on, and that's all folks.

No.28

Name: Duck

Age: 18

Birthday: June 16

Occupation: High school student

Gender: Male

Blood type: B

Likes: Peking duck

Dislikes: The sound of nails on a blackboard

Hobby: Dancing

Plans to use the Groovetron for: Destroy humanity in order to protect the earth

Worries: Still wets his bed

Personality: Liar

Special skills: Blackboard eraser over door prank

Collects: Airguns

Dream: Make his own empire

Respects: Emperor Qin Shi Huang (First emperor of China)

Releases stress by: Shooting airguns madly

Favorite word/phrase: gIam my own Lord throughout heaven and earth"

When drunk... If I drank I would create openings, so I don't

With 1 million yen... I'd buy lunch or something

Quotient: Dictator quotient: 88

Epilogue: After becoming No.1 dancer, Duck had planned to

destroy all humanity in order to protect the environment,

but he suddenly thought of something.

"I'd just need to have Groovetron protect the environment

directly, dammit I'm so smart~~"

And so the environment problem was solved in this

kind of incomprehensible manner.

"Ah, crap, I should have prayed for my empire to be created,

dammit I'm so dumb..."