Ficlet Request 10

[mistkitt]

 Originally Posted: 04/14/18

Prompt: Ladynoir nerf gun battle - winner gets a kiss

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There were many annoyances, small and large, that the citizens of Paris had to put up with now that they had heroes and villains in their midst. Today’s annoyance was the tiny but real probability that one might get hit by a stray Nerf dart on their evening commute.

“Look out below!” Chat Noir cried, and several people ducked for cover as foam pellets rained down on them. A red, laughing blur indicated Ladybug’s passing.

“Missed me!” she cried as she made a zigzagging path towards the Eiffel Tower. It was almost sunset; her parents would be expecting her home for dinner and anyway, she and Chat Noir had both agreed that his night vision made any sort of game unfair after twilight.

She heard the nearby sound of Nerf gun fire and flipped over in midair, used her yoyo to deflect Chat Noir’s assault, then cast it just in time to keep from landing on Andre’s ice cream cart.

“Ah, Ladybug and Chat Noir! Come by for some ice cream soon!” Andre yelled in their wake.

“Yes sir!” They both yelled back.

Ladybug landed on a roof and grabbed a Nerf gun she’d stashed there earlier. She fired at Chat Noir, who caught two of the darts and threw them straight back at her. Oh, he’s good! she thought as she back-flipped out of range. But if she could just make it to the Eiffel Tower without getting hit, it wouldn’t matter how good Chat Noir was. She’d hidden the mother of all Nerf guns up there. The kitten didn’t stand a chance.

She fired at him until she ran out of darts, then dropped the gun and kept running. So close. She sprang into a tree and launched herself upwards. Foam darts hit the tower’s beams in front of her and stuck to them. Almost there! 

“Gotcha!”

Ladybug gasped as Chat Noir’s hand closed around her ankle and yanked her down. She turned, pinned halfway up the tower between his body and a steel beam. He grabbed the gun he’d tucked into his belt and pressed it against her chin. 

“Any last words, buginette?”

Ladybug, sweaty and out of breath, smiled at him. “Yeah,” she said. She reached behind her, snatched the mother of all Nerf guns from its hiding place, and shot Chat Noir in the stomach three times. “You lose.”

Chat Noir dropped his weapon. He clutched his abdomen, tilted backwards, and let himself fall off the Tower. He disappeared into a tree down below.

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Drama queen,” she muttered. She slid down to his level and jumped from tower to tree. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

Chat Noir spat a leaf out of his mouth. “Nope.” He rubbed his stomach. “But man, three shots at close range? You’re so violent, my Lady.” Then he gave her a slightly disappointed smile. “Guess that means no kiss for me.”

“Now hold on,” Ladybug said. “The terms were ‘winner gets a kiss’ and I am the winner.” She tried not to look directly at him. “So I demand a kiss.”

Chat Noir blinked at her, his lips parted in mute surprise. Ladybug sighed, grabbed him by the bell, and pulled him into a kiss that was bolder than she felt. When she pulled away, Chat Noir continued to stare at her. He pointed at himself. “There are leaves in my hair,” he said.

Ladybug giggled. “Yes there are,” she said, and kissed him again for good measure.