Kikkie: Summary! Adrien is out of control! Now a menace to his school, and also his father's nerves. Gabriel has no choice but to give him over to the only person that might have a high chance of saving Adrien from a lifetime of stupid decisions: Marinette. Only, Marinette's methods of fixing someone can be...unusual. Let's just say that Adrien isn't the only one who changed. Read and find out!

Rated M for mature viewing. Lemons, cursing, possible fighting, drinking, some form of torture and a romantic story better than Twilight.

"He's so hot!"

A tall girl shouted as she watches the blonde male quickly side sweep a blow from a much larger male. A large group of girls crowds the left side of a large school gymnasium. Gathering together as they cheered on the man of their dreams who was currently fighting a fellow classmate.

The handsome young man was Adrien Agreste, no older than 18, now more charming and robust! The young male now stood at 6 feet 2 inches, long blonde hair, muscular figure of a gymnastic mix fighter, with the eyes of emeralds and charm of a god. The young man was the eye of nearly every girl heart!

Ditching his brand name clothes, Adrien now wears baggy like black jeans with neon green outlines. His pants hung loosely around his hips, with little to no help by his black belt. He wore a black tank top that wrapped around his body tightly. Even pitch black, you could see the outline of his abs. On his back and arms hang his large baggy jacket that matches his pants.

Just like his clothes, his facial appearance changed as well. His eyes had shrunk a bit, becoming more intense and somewhat evil. The bottom of his lips had two black dots, belonging to the metal piercing he had that match the one on the upper corner of his left ear. His hair was more loose and spikey, giving the look that it was unkept.

Nearly everyone wanted him, both his body and his soul! And by everyone, I mean nearly everyone! Even some guys too! When Adrien hit puberty, those harmonies kicked him and did him a blessing. Turning that sweet cute boy in a drop-dead handsome young man that becomes more beautiful by the passing of the day. If only his personality followed.

"ADRIEN! STOP THIS!" A voice from the crowd shouted. But this didn't stop the blonde from dealing a blow to his attacker's face, causing the taller male to fall down to the ground. A small trickle of crimson drips from his nose before looking up at Adrien. The blonde male glares down at him with a smirk on his face.

"Adrien!" Another voice shouted, making the blonde look over his shoulder to see a dark skin young male running over to him. Adrien rolled his eyes at the male when he grabbed him by the wrist, then forcefully drags him away from the male he had just injured. Adrien's fangirls begin to shout words of insults at Nino as he takes Adrien out of the gym. Once out, Nino presses him against the wall outside the gym.

"What is your problem!?" Nino shouted. "Dude, you're going to get expelled if you get caught in another fight! What the hell are you doing!?"

"That ass hole said something that made me mad."

"So that gives you the right to punch him in the face?"

"Yes," Adrien responded in a deadpan like voice. Nino facepalms himself at his friend's words. Behind him was the love of his life and his back-up waifu, Ayla and Marinette (Not going to lie, if Ayla and Adrien didn't exist and the show ship those two, I would too. That episode was adorable!).

"Adrien?" Marinette asked, making the blonde male turn his attention to the blue hair young woman standing in front of him.

Her long blue hair was tied up in a pun, with only two bangs hanging from each side of her cheeks. What was once a small, thin frame young girl was now a full body young woman. No longer a pink wearing girl, her new colors consist of red, purple and black. A red button up top with a dark purple halter vest that allowed her to expose some cleavage with her unbutton part, and black jeans that gave her figure a nice compliment to all those around her. On her feet were red knee-high boots that had had three inches thick and tall heels attached to the bottom.

Her face had changed as well, now that she wore makeup. Her eyes now an even out due to the thin black eyeliner tricks Chloe had taught her. She wore light pink lip-gloss that made her eyes sparkle and a small dash of blush to compliment her adorable dimples.

"What's up sugar lips?" Adrien purred before winking at Marinette.

"I heard you got into another fight with that bully again," Marinette said, gossip travels around. "You're going to get into trouble."

"Eh, let them punish me. I like a good spank now and then." Adrien tells her before giving her a sly smirk. His cocky attitude made Marinette roll her eyes at him. She looks over to Nino to say:

"Sir Principle is around the corner. Godspeed." She informs Nino before walking away. Ayla rolled her eyes at Adrien before following her friend down the hallway. Adrien lets out a small chuckle, annoying the blue-haired woman.

"Adrien!" The voice of his principle echoed through the hallway, making the blonde male sigh.

"Here we go," Adrien muttered.

(The principle's office)

"This is the third time your son has gotten into a fight this past semester!" Principle Owl growled at the older blonde male in the room. Gabriel Agreste, AKA, currently the most pissed off person in this entire building.

Gabriel had not changed over the years, except for some wrinkles of his eyes. But that was due to the amount of stress Adrien and work were put onto him. Every since Adrien hit puberty, it was harder for him to be controlled by his father.

"Let me guess, did he say something about that awful piece in your mouth?" Gabriel growled.

"No…" Adrien chuckled. "He called you a pussy and me a wimp. Guess which one made me snap."

"I don't want to know," Gabriel muttered.

"Back to the main problem!" Principle Owl growled loudly, gaining their attention back. "Your son is our top student, gaining honor roll, the highest score on his S.A.T, PST, TTT, NWD and many more (You can obviously see I was making stuff up). He's even getting college grade level classes here, something only a few students get to honor to do."

"Okay…" Gabriel responded.

"Our problem is his behavior. We can't have one of our star students always getting into fights." The principle explained. "He needs to be put under control or something."

"I have tried everything," Gabriel muttered.

"Even medication." Adrien chuckled.

"Yes, well we have come up with a way to help Adrien stay on track with his behavior." The principle explained. He leans over to the side of his desk to press a yellow button hidden behind a couple of folders on his desk.

"Send her in." He orders the unknown person. A few seconds later of silence the door opens behind Adrien. Revealing Marinette looking confused and worried.

"Adrien, meet your behavior buddy!" The male said with glee as he stands up from his desk. "Marinette shall be your mentor."

"No," Marinette responded quickly, her blue eyes move from the older male to Adrien. Stays there for a second, then moves back to the Principle. "No, get someone else."

"Well, that was a quick response." Adrien chuckled.

"Marinette, need I remind you of our talk earlier." The principle explained. "If you want that letter, then your going to have to do something important for me. And this is Adrien."

"I see the boy, I am wondering why you brought me in here 15 minutes before school ended," Marinette asked in a Chloe like voice. Something everyone around her notices, but nothing to take seriously. Since she and Chloe are friends now, her personality has become a bit hard. And for good reasons, one of them being Adrien.

"Adrien is a delinquent, a spoiled menace to the society of our school." Marinette started. "I am not going to waste my time with him. I will get in another way."

Her words were daggers to his heart, but Viagra for the turbito in his pants. Her harsh treatment made Adrien grab his book bag and set it on top on his lap. He looked casual while doing this, so no one notices the boys erection.

"Get into where?" Adrien asked, his upper bangs shot up as if there were cat ears. Gabriel notices his son's excitement, something he hadn't seen in a long time. Wondering why for a while, it soon hits him that this thing might have been the very person who walked right in the door.

"None of your business," Marinette growled.

"Marinette wants to get into the Fine Art's University of N-Y. The top fashion and arts school in America." The principle explained. "Sadly she can't get in without a letter of admission from her principle explain her talents. Nor will she be able to apply for any scholarships."

"That sucks." Adrien chuckled.

"Put my private life out there why don't you…" Marinette growled.

"N-Y?" Gabriel muttered, the side of his mouth slowly cracks up. "I have associates there, even investors who use my work in their textbooks. It is a very special school for the talented, and also very exclusive."

"Your point is?" Marinette asked.

"Forget this man's piece of paper, you help my son, and I will get you into the school. Dorm, classes, books, food and everything that school has to offer included." Gabriel explained. "In exchange, you keep my son out of trouble for the next few days."

"Uh, I am not easily bought!" Marinette growled before turning around to leave the room. Only to be stopped when Gabriel stood up from his seat and shouted:

"I will pay for your tuition!" Gabriel shouted, causing the blue head woman to stop in her tracks. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the male fixing his tie.

"My tuition?" Marinette asked.

"A full four years, enough time for you to graduate," Gabriel explained.

"Four years? Everything included?" Marinette asked.

"Everything," Gabriel explained. Marinette nods her head, accepting his words as she removed her hand from the knob. Giving Gabriel a small hint of hope for his son. Only for it to be crushed when her hand goes straight back to the knob. Opening the door, her last words to the older blonde was:

"No deal, I don't want anything to do with him," Marinette muttered before walking out of the room. Crushing the hopes of Gabriel and shattering Adrien small bit of happiness. When the door of the office closed, so did Adrien's last bit of good. Standing up from his seat, he grabs his bookbag. Pumping shoulders with his father, he walks out of the room without looking back. Once in the hallway, he sees the back of Marinette walking toward the nearest exit.

"Mari!" Adrien shouted, causing the blue-haired girl to look at him. Once close, he stops in front of her and begins to take deep breathes.

"Oh come on Adrien, it wasn't that far of a walk," Marinette growled.

"Your right, need to stop smoking," Adrien said as he stands up tall. He never notices before, but he was tall. Even though Marinette was in heels, he still towered over her. "And…your such a bitch."

"Excuse me?" Marinette asked. Her left eye winces a bit at his words.

"You heard me, ever since you and Chloe have been hanging out. You've changed, and not for the best. You act like your higher than everyone around, not giving a shit. Pretending you don't care and such, how pathetic."

"Said the trust fund baby boy who gets away with everything!" Marinette growled. "Mister, I am so rich and popular that I can fight as much as I want and not get into trouble! Mister, I am above everyone else, but insults everyone and talks down on their tiny privilege!"

"Because I can talk sweety, I am special that way." Adrien chuckled. "Same can't be said for you. Little bakery girl with big dreams to be a fashion model. Too bad their not going to happen after I get done with that school you wanna go to so bad."

"What do you mean?" Marinette growled Adrien could practically see a red flame surrounding her body. Anger filling the area they stood in, he was enjoying it. Her angry expression was filling his deep dark secret sadistic side, at this point all he had to say was a few other things to make her snap. Just like everyone else, anger was going to feed his appetite.

"Everything my dad said was true..." Adrien said, beginning his story of lies. "And when I am done talking to ALL of his friends that work in the fashion industry...well, you better hope your parents pass down that bakery to you."

And with Adriens words lingering in her head, he turns around and walks towards the staircase that led downstairs. A smile on his face, he felt a slight tingle of victory in Marinette's misery. What was once a great friendship, was now turned into a bitter relationship. One Adrien enjoyed more than their previous ones. But truth be told, he liked this Marinette then the one he first met. She stood up for herself more and didn't care about the opinions of people. Something Adrien learned at a late age while Marinette learned earlier in her life.

Its true what some people say, girls mature quicker than boys. If only Adrien figured that out too.

By the time he was about to take the first step down the stairs, a strong force strongly pushes Adrien forward. His green eyes widen in fear as he head-first falls down the stairs. Rolling down like a toy, or phone, hitting each step with harder force than the last. By the time his back hits the final step, something had already broke! And when his body met the floor, the pain finally seeps in. Alert the young man that his fall came with future misery.

Laying on his back, his limp body tries moving against the pain his left leg was producing. Twisted in an unusual position, Adrien slowly raise his head to see his left foot was bending left. Something feet do not do since they bend in the opposite direction. Eyes widening bigger than before, he opens his mouth to let out a scream of horror, only to stop when his green orbs met with two blues.

"Think I am a bitch?" Marinette growled as she walks towards him, hovering over him as he did her. "Fine, you want to see a bitch, I will show you my bitch side. See you tomorrow behavior buddy."

And with that, she left him laying on the floor, not even bothering to look back at him or call for help. Adrien just stared wide-eyed at her as she leaves.

"Oh dear god..." He thought. "Did I poke the wrong badger?"

Kikkie: What is this story...you will see soon enough.

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