How I fell in love with a white cat..

"Marinette..." He spoke. "She's the one I must look for?" His fangs glistened in the moonlight. "Yes. Now Go." His master said, in his mind, controlled by the power of hate towards Ladybug-He wanted her earrings to make a wish. The wish was subtle, but he was not aware of the consequences-of course, every wish comes with a consequence. But, little kitty over here, also wanted the wish for himself. "I'm coming-Marinette." And his name-was Chat Blanc. Using his staff, he hoisted himself up onto the balcony of the well-known Parisian bakery. "Come out, princess." He called for her. He began to tap on the trapdoor of her balcony. Suddenly, a hand opened the trapdoor, causing Chat to step back. Once the door was lifted, Chat saw the most beautiful bluebell coloured hair he had ever seen. She lifted her head to reveal her sky blue eyes glowing brightly in the moonlight. Her soft skin reflected off of the moon, like a mirror. He stared in awe, until a familiar voice was heard. "Yes, Chat?" She answered, but the sight of his white mask in the night she opened her eyes wide. "You-you're not Chat Noir!" Said the surprised and somewhat scared Marinette Du-Pang Cheng. "You're right, princess. I'm not Chat Noir. I'm Chat Blanc. Nice to meet you, Marinette." He chuckled as her mouth dropped open. "no..no..NO! This can't be! Oh my gosh.." "Oh princess, it can be. I'm right here." He smirked and said: "I believe you have something that doesn't belong to you." "H-huh? What is it? Whatever it is, I'll find it right now." Chat Blanc's smile faded into a frown. "Ladybug." He whispered just loud enough for Marinette to hear. Her eyes opened wide as she crawled out of her trapdoor and stood up, looking at Chat's ice-cold eyes. He was akumatized. A tear fell from his cheek and slid down his mask, and Marinette caught it just in time. "Chat Noir, you have been akuma-" "NO! NO NO NO NO!" Marinette jumped back in fear. "What's wrong Chat?" He huffed and looked at her lips. So kissable, and so..so..pretty. "I once had a friend. Her name was Ladybug. Me and her would fight villains together, until-" He stopped and bit his lip. "What's the matter?" Marinette took her hand and put it on his shoulder. His skin, even though over the suit, was cold. "I-I-" He tried to stop himself crying infront of Marinette. He had to stand strong. He had to, otherwise he would never be taken as seriously as Ladybug did. " Here.