He didn't think much of his imprisonment. Well, it wasn't an imprisonment. It was protecting him from the outside world. He had been told of how cruel they would be to half-breeds like him if he walked in the streets of Paris. His father had kept him in this house to keep him safe.

Adrien fiddled with the silver bell hanging off of the necklace around his neck. His mother had given it to him before she had passed away, and he hadn't taken it off since.

Black tail twitching behind him, his black ears on his hair flattening, and he couldn't help but sigh.

This protection had always been very boring.

Usually, he was allowed free reign of the house, but tonight his father was having important company, and Adrien was told to stay in his room.

Emerald green eyes searched his room, searching for something to entertain their bearer.

Now, Adrien was a cat of many different things. He could play the piano, speak fluent chinese, was excellent in Physics and the practical sciences, play video games, write poetry, fence…

And know just how to cause trouble without being caught.

Well, except when it came to his father's Assistant, Nathalie. She knew every little thing that he did. Half of the time, she let it past. Half of the other half of the time she would lightly scold him. Half of a half of the other half of that time was helping him play them out, and then the last little bit was serious trouble.

(For those of you who are confused- ½ letting it pass, ¼ lightly scold, ⅛ helping, and ⅛ serious trouble)

Currently, Nathalie was entertaining the guests.

But, certainly, a seven year old boy would know how to entertain himself?

He sighed, standing up and walking over to the window to look out of the one-way window. On the outside was a mirror, and on the inside was a window. He could see the many different lights in the surrounding streets, their home being the biggest out of the many down there. His tail swayed from side to side in interest. He wished he could go down there, but half-breeds like him weren't treated the same as normal humans.

Both his father and mother had been humans, but his mother had been born in a litter from her half-cat mother, and so it was very logical when they found out that he was part cat as well.

Since his breed originally started showing up in Japan, his breed's name was 'Hafukyatto', meaning half cat. While the Japanese government had dealt with several cases involving them, none of the other countries had really dealt with anything like him and his kind. Japan also didn't give out very many details about how to treat them or what they'd need. As such, he was kept under tight security, probably being the only one in Paris, France with such lineage. All that was known about Hafukyatto's, was that they could breed with humans, and that it was probably a mutation that had caused this.

Adrien's ears twitched. During the quiet and relatively peaceful night, he could hear someone crying. From the sound of it, it was a human girl who wasn't much younger than himself. He frowned. Out of the few that he actually met about children his age, it wasn't often that one would cry.

Why would they cry?

Glancing at the clock, Adrien decided that he had enough time and grabbed his cloak, pushing out one of the reflective windows. He then proceeded to crawl down the fines until his shoes hit the grass below him. Then he rushed towards the noise, which wasn't far from his house, and saw her.

She was curled up on herself, crying in the middle of the alley. Adrien sniffed a bit. There was some blood, but not a whole lot. He slowly approached.

"Are you alright?" He asked. The younger girl gasped, moving to look up at him in shock with the most clear, bluebell eyes he had ever seen.

"Who are you?" She hickupped, her voice afraid. He needed to calm her down.

"I was sent by someone." He lied. "From the sky." He pointed up at the sky, and the little girl followed his finger to gaze up at it.

"I-I thought o-only angels did-d that." She said stubbornly, narrowing her eyes at him. "A-and you don't-t look like a-an angel."

"Whatever you want to believe." He walked over to her and knelt down, crawling a bit before he sat right beside her. "I've never talked to someone my age before. I'm Adrien, and you are?"

"M-Marinette." She said. She was still nervous around him, but it didn't seemed like she minded.

Yes, he knew this was dangerous- very dangerous- but something inside of him told him that something bad would happen if he didn't.

"What're you doing out here?" He asked.

"I-I ran away." She admitted with a brave face. "I don't w-want to be in P-Paris. Maman and Papa m-moved here to set up-p that stupid bakery w-without my say. It's n-not fair! All of my friends are back h-home!" She cried. Adrien stared at her, slightly bewildered. "And th-then they try to g-get me to make n-new friends with this snodd-bb-ey brat named Chloe. She wouldn't-t stop going on an-and on about how her lif-fe was so much b-better than mine." She huffed. "And then wh-when I'm trying to find my way b-back to m-my real home, I just h-have to fall-l and scrape my kn-knees. It's n-not fair!"

"I'm sorry." Adrien said truthfully. He moved to hug her, his mother having done so with him during times like this. Marinette gasped as she saw his tail sway from side to side behind him, but she didn't say anything about it. "That sounds horrible." He pulled away and smiled. "I know! How about we play a game!"

"Game?"

"Yeah!" Adrien nodded. "I can be your first friend in Paris, and you can be my first friend ever! Friends play games together, right?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I don't feel like playing right now." Marinette sniffed. "My legs hurt."

"Oh." Adrien's ears fell flat on his head in mild disappointment, tail swishing behind them as he thought.

"Can I touch them?"

"Touch what?" Adrien asked, perking up a bit.

"Your ears."

"I guess." Adrien moved until he was laying a bit on Marinette's lap, the other child fiddling with his ears. Eventually, she settled for running her fingers through his blonde hair, and that made him purr in delight. She giggled.

"Your cute." She decided. "And your kind. I've always wanted a kitty, but Grand-maman is allergic, so we can't own any."

"That's sad." He replied. "You sure you don't want to play a game?"

"Yeah."

"Okay…"

"Why are you part cat?" She asked.

"My grandmother was." He answered. "That's what father told me anyway. I got them from her."

"You're ears are soft." Marinette giggled, and Adrien purred a bit more.

They stayed like that for a bit, in the silence, until Marinette gasped.

"Hey! My leg feels better!" She exclaimed. Adrien sat up and they observed her legs. Sure enough, they had stopped bleeding, and maybe even had healed. Adrien smiled.

"That's great!"

"It must've been because you're a magical cat-boy!" They laughed. Adrien would've corrected her, but feeling like a magical cat boy in the eyes of his first friend ever sounded like something better than a monster that his father said people would think of him.

"Are you ready to go home now?"

"Home?" Marinette asked.

"Yeah." Adrien fiddled with his tail a bit, embarrassed. "It's just that- it sounds like you have fun parents!"

"Then you should come with me! My house isn't that far." Marinette stood up with a happy expression on her face. Adrien was about to agree, but frowned.

"I can't. I have to get back home." He admitted. Marinette frowned.

"But if you don't know where I live, how can we be hang out and friends?" Marinette asked.

"I know!" Adrien snapped his fingers. "Whenever you need to talk to me, you can come here." He gestured around them. Then he felt around his body for something to give to her, as a sign of their friendship. But the only thing he could find, was the bell.

His mother would want him to have a friend.

"Here." He placed the necklace around her neck, enjoying hearing the bell chime as it bounced on her chest. "As a sign of our friendship, Marinette."

"Really? It's beautiful…" She hugged him, and fumbled around with her back pockets until she pulled out a beaded bracelet. "Here, kitty! You can have this in return!" Adrien gratefully took the bracelet, and she helped him tie it around his wrist.

"Thank you." He said.

"Well, I'll see you later kitty!" She giggled and ran out and to where he supposed her house was. Adrien couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he walked back home.

He had made a friend.

And if Nathalie noticed that his beloved bell was missing, and that he was playing with a bracelet and daydreaming all day, or that he had snuck out last night, she didn't comment or bring it up.

Unfortunately, the years passed. Adrien was now an sixteen year old, and he hadn't seen his dear friend ever since that fateful night. He was sad when the bracelet no longer fit, instead keeping it in his pockets as though it was his most treasured object. He was even sadder when he realized that all he could really remember where her enchanting bluebell eyes, and the sound of his mother's bell.

Meanwhile, a certain bluenette could only remember that the bell had come from a dear friend of hers, his piercing green eyes, and the bracelet and nickname that she had given him. She couldn't remember whether he actually had cat ears and a tail or not, and she certainly couldn't remember the meeting place they had set up. She wore the bell around her neck, and whenever people asked, she said it was because a dear friend had given it to her.

As she stood on her balcony, she sighed, staring up at the moon. She shook the bell a bit, but she couldn't hear anything that came from it, even though there was a ball in there.

"I don't know if you really were a dream or not, kitty. But if you really came from the sky… thank you. Again. I couldn't have survived life this far if it wasn't for you."

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