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crazyrandomfucker · 4 years

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Maricha May Day 4: Thief

Summary:

When Marin’s things begin to mysteriously disappear one by one, he asks for help to one of the local crime-fighting cat, just to discover an amazing truth he would had never expected.

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Marin is not one to blame others whenever he loses something, he is very unlucky and it constantly happens that loses this or that, but even he was getting suspicious after losing one too many things. He was beginning to think that maybe something or someone was tailing him and stealing his things whenever he wasn’t looking. Maybe there was an akuma going after him, something similar to that time that Sabrina and Sebastian were akumatized and used their invisibility to mess with Chloe and Cleón. With Hawk Moth roaming free, it wasn’t such a far-fetched possibility.

At first, it were just a couple of pens and pencils that he couldn’t find, but he paid it no mind since he could have lost them at school or one of those times he designs outdoors. Then he couldn’t find his spare pencil case when he got his usual pencil case dirty, it was odd, but he could have forgotten were he had put it in the first place. But when he couldn’t find his anti-stress ball, he began to think that maybe there was a pattern. Concerned, he asked his sister Marinette, his parents and some of his friends, just to check if they knew anything about it or if it was happening to someone else. He even asked Adrien Agreste, despite them being something like rivals.

Seeing that nobody knew anything, he began to consider his possibilities. He could try to film everything and everywhere to see if there was someone behind the thefts, but he lacked the time, the patience and the money to do so. Another option would be to transform into Lordbug and search for clues with a little help from his Lucky Charm, but that would only help in the case that the culprit was an akuma and it would be very embarrassing if his identity was revealed to his family just like that.

After a couple of days without getting any ideas, Marin decides to brainstorm in his rooftop, lying on the floor and wondering if maybe the starry sky will help him to come up with even the faintest idea to solve his problem. Coincidentally, a restless superhero who can’t sleep spots him and, after a few seconds of deliberation and some time to gather patience, decides to stop his pointless wander around Paris and approach his civilian rival before an akuma decides to pay a visit. Even though, Chat Noir takes his fair time to gather patience in order to avoid acting as he usually does around Marin.

“Isn’t it pretty late to be awake, mister?” says Chat Noir as he lands on the rooftop. “Specially with such a foul mood, we wouldn’t want to attract any butterfly at this time of the night, right?”

“Holy shit Chat Noir!” says Marin jumping and standing up. “Would you please mind not giving me this scare jumps? I didn’t expect you to come by tonight! At least, not by my spot”.

“I’m sorry, I tend to forget that I’m quite stealthy with the suit on” says Chat Noir growling internally. “I simply saw you frowning from afar and wondered what could probably be disturbing you in this beautiful night”.

“Thank you for your concerns Chat” says Marin. “The truth is that I’ve been noticing that my things have started to disappear to the point that this can’t be considered simply bad luck or a coincidence”.

“How so?” asks Chat remembering the conversation he had with Marin three days ago about things mysteriously disappearing. “Can’t it be that you’ve lost whatever you’re missing? Or that you’ve misplaced it?”

“Yes, if it were simply a couple of things or so, but there are too many things that I can’t find right now” says Marin. “Namely, ten pencils, eight pens, a spare pencil case, three old doodling notebooks, an anti-stress ball, some old gloves and even my bottle of perfume. And let me tell you, most of those were in a fixed place and I hadn’t brought them outside”.

“Okay, I see what you’re saying” says Chat Noir agreeing. “It is weird”.

“I know! And the worst is that is only happening to me, but I can’t catch the culprit” says Marin sighing. “Honestly, I’m beginning to think that I either have a stalker or an akuma is targeting me like that time with Vanisher and Disappearer”.

“Hm… It wouldn’t be so far-fetched that there was an akuma involved, but I think there must be something else…” says Chat thinking. “Has anyone noticed anything strange happening recently or has anyone seen someone tailing you?”

“No, no one saw anything, not even my family” says Marin shaking his head.

“Alright… Just in case you’re being targeted by an akuma, did you do something to someone that could have made them angry or sad?” asks Chat Noir getting more weirded out by minute.

“I don’t think so… I was also thinking about that earlier but nothing came to mind” answers Marin.

“You didn’t reject a confession, accidentally disturb a pigeon, talk loudly or dismissed anyone?” tries Chat.

“Now that you mention, I did reject a girl who confessed to me, but I was as careful as I could in doing so and I made sure that she didn’t leave being sad” says Marin.

“Okay, so we could have a motive there” points Chat Noir. “Maybe the girl didn’t want you to feel bad and faked being okay but later collapsed under her emotions and thus be akumatized”.

“It’s possible, but Marinette talked to her about it a day later and the girl said she was fine” says Marin. “What’s more, the girl said that she would cheer for me to confess to my crush”.

“Wait a minute, you have a crush?” says Chat turning his head to Marin suddenly.

“It’s… complicated” says Marin blushing and avoiding looking at Chat.

“What do you mean by complicated?” inquires Chat Noir suspicious.

“Do I have to say it?” says Marin blushing. “It’s a bit embarrassing and very depressing”.

“If it’s very depressing, you definitely have to say it, we don’t wat any more akumas because of love” says Chat sternly.

“There is this girl that I fell for and I know that I love her, but she’s way too far from my reach. But then there is also this other girl, who I know that is crushing on me and I can perfectly depict myself being happy dating her, but because of some assholes I couldn’t date her or they would make her suffer” says Marin getting beet red. “I don’t really know what to do about anything and I feel so bad that I’m crushing on two girls. It’s so frustrating, I can’t even decide who to love”.

“You like two girls” deadpans Chat.

“It’s more like I love one and I’m crushing on another, but I can’t forget either of them” says Marin hiding his face.

“Okay, I won’t talk about this because we’ll lose focus” says Chat shaking his head. “Did you tell the girl you rejected that there was someone else?”

“I did tell her, but I only mentioned the one I’m crushing on” says Marin.

“Okay, okay. Could have someone heard this conversation?” asks Chat Noir.

“Maybe, I don’t know, I can’t know for sure that there was no one behind a corner or a wall” says Marin.

“Great. That gives us two hypothesis that turn into four” says Chat snapping his fingers. “One, a girl that was crushing on you heard everything and was either akumatized or decided to stalk you. Two, someone who hates you heard everything and decided to use the information to mess with you or was akumatized out of jealousy”.

“Option one with stalker version doesn’t makes much sense to be honest” points Marin. “But it is a possibility”.

“Good. Now we have to determine whether the culprit is akumatized or not” says Chat Noir. “I’m thinking to ask for help to my sister and watch over your room in case there is an akuma”.

“I wouldn’t want to impose like that if we don’t even know if there’s an akuma” says Marin.

“It’s our duty to make sure of it. Last time we were so slow to realize we had an Antibug attack” says Chat. ”Even if the reasons weren’t exactly like that”.

Suddenly, a loud thump sounds from Marin’s room, followed by a feminine voice cursing her clumsiness. Curious, the boys take a peek from Marin’s trapdoor and see a blur quickly exiting Marin’s room. With the agility of a cat, Chat Noir gets inside and follows the mysterious figure using the sound of the footsteps. Marin catches up to him at Marinette’s door, the cat hero looking confused at the door without moving as the two of them enter into a confused trance. Both boys stay there for a couple of minutes wondering the implications that carried the conclusion they had reach and getting nervous because of their newly founded questions.

“Do we…” says Chat signalling the door with his head.

“Yeah, we should…” nods slowly Marin and then knocks on the door. “Mari?”

They hear a lot of noise from inside of the room and then Marinette opens her door smiling sheepishly. “Do you need something Mar- Chat Noir?!”

“Hello, Princess, fancy meeting you here” says Chat Noir. “Are we interrupting something perhaps?”

“Oh! I was… I was simply tidying up my room for once” says Marinette with an obviously forced smile.

“And no one came to your room?” asks Marin. “Because we saw someone getting inside”.

“What are you talking about? It must be your imagination, no one came into or went out of my room, I’ve been all the time here” say Marinette sweating buckets.

“Then, there won’t be a problem if we come inside of your room, right Princess?” asks Chat.

“I’m still cleaning it, so you can’t, you’ll mess with my yarn again” says Marinette.

“It won’t be a problem if I enter then” says Marin.

“And Princess, that was one time I was bored, now I’m working” says Chat Noir.

“Aren’t you two being too pushy now?” says Marinette crossing her arms.

“Aren’t you being too elusive?” replies Marin.

“No I’m not” says Marinette pettily.

“My cat instincts say otherwise” replies Chat Noir.

“That doesn’t make sense” says Marinette looking confused at Chat Noir.

“You’re right, it sounded better inside my head” agrees Chat Noir. “But don’t change the topic. You’re hiding something Princess”.

“Perhaps I’m hiding a bell stuck on my handrail” replies Marinette sassily and Chat Noir blushes.

“A what?” asks Marin confused.

“Nothing!” shouts Chat embarrassed. “It’s nothing! And I’m entering into your room whether you like it or not Marinette, so make room or I’ll have to enter through your trapdoor”.

“So much or the gentlecat” huffs Marinette.

“This and that are different. You’re obstructing an official superhero investigation” says Chat Noir.

“You know you actually don’t have any authority and that I could perfectly report you for trespassing and abuse of power, right?” asks Marinette.

“He’s not trespassing, I let him in” says Marin. “And he is investigating something I asked him to, so there’s no power abuse”.

“Exactly” says Chat fist-bumping Marin. “So will you please let us in your room already or do I have to call my sister and the bugs?”

“I don’t think they would help you right now” says Marinette eyeing Marin. “Specially not the bugs”.

“But there’s also my sister, who is entering your room by the trapdoor as we distract you” says Chat smugly.

“What!” exclaims Marinette and turns around, giving enough space to Marin and Chat to enter the room. She glares at the boys. “That was low, even for an alley cat”.

“It’s called a classic, and you fell for it” says Chat. “I wouldn’t have done it if you let us enter the room in the first place. Which, by the way, is quite tidy right now”.

“Didn’t you say that you were cleaning?” asks Marin suspiciously.

“I was, that’s why is clean, but I still have some things to fix” says Marinette. “Now get out and don’t make me force you to exit with my broomstick”.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest with you sis, you are acting very weird and oddly suspicious right now” says Marin. “What is going on?”

“You’re simply imagining things! There’s nothing going on except for you two insisting on barging into my room and inspect it!” exclaims Marinette.

“She’s definitely hiding something” says Chat. “Is it perhaps related with the mysterious disappearance of Marin’s things?”

“Of course not!” exclaims Marinette. She quickly realizes her mistake and corrects. “Because there’s nothing going on!”

“It is!” exclaims Marin indignant. “You told me you knew nothing!”

“I know nothing!” denies Marinette.

“Wait a minute, I’m smelling something” says Chat holding his hand on the air. He digs on a pile of fabrics despite Marinette’s telling him not to and pulls out a squishy ball. “What is this?”

“That’s my anti-stress ball!” says Marin and then he faces Marinette crossing her arms. “Marinette, why is something I suddenly lost on your bedroom?”

“I… I used it the other day to distract Kitty Noire! She wouldn’t stop hugging me while I was sewing and I picked up the first thing I saw” says Marinette.

“But how could you had picked it up if it was in my room?” asks Marin.

“I don’t know! It was there!” tries Marinette, but both boys look at her clearly not buying it.

“Wait a minute, isn’t that my spare pencil case?” says Marin pointing to a pencil case.

“That’s mine!” says Marinette.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I thought you hated lies” said Chat not looking at her. “I’m a bit disappointed in you, I would have never thought that you’d steal something and lie about it even when it was clearly you who stole everything”.

Marinette leaves the room with some tears on her eyes. Marin and Chat Noir call for her, but she leaves the house without looking behind. Chat Noir tries to follow her, but Marin stops him and then hits Chat Noir on his neck.

“Hey! What was that for?” says Chat Noir rubbing his neck annoyed.

“That was very rude of you Chat Noir” says Marin. “I thank you for worrying about me and taking your time to help me with my problems, but even if I respect and look up to you, I won’t condone you talking like that to my sister”.

Chat Noir sits down and sighs as he facepalms. “Again… I’ve done it again” says Chat.

“What do you mean?” asks Marin.

“I’ve been rude to Marinette again” says Chat clenching his fist. “Why is it that I always mess it up when it comes to Marinette?”

“I’m not sure about it, but I take it that you regret it, right?” says Marin offering his hand to Chat Noir.

“Of course I do! Marinette is a wonderful girl! But I’m mostly a jerk to her I don’t even know how can she put up with me” laments Chat. “I think it would be for the best if I never came again around here”.

“That would make her sad, you know” says Marin sitting next to Chat Noir. “Even if she’s sometimes mad at you, she values your friendship. You’re not a jerk, and she knows that”.

“Then what would you call someone who upsets her lots of times?” asks Chat.

“I would call that a friend. An awkward friend who is quite bad at social interaction, but a friend regardless” says Marin. “Because you are there for her when she needs you, that’s why you’re her friend, you worry about her”.

“… Thank you. I think I needed to hear that” says Chat Noir.

“No problem” says Marin. “Even if you hate me for some reason I don’t know, I still think you’re a great hero. And I value that you’re a good friend to Marinette, most of the time”.

“It’s not that I hate you” says Chat Noir.

“Come on Chat, I’m not that oblivious, I can see how uncomfortable you are each time you see me and the little growls you make or the momentarily glares don’t go as unnoticed as you may think”. “Don’t worry, it’s okay if you despise me, no one should tell others who to like and who to dislike. And while I don’t understand why, I’m sure you have your reasons. But I don’t think I’ll hate you for that, and my offer about hanging with me and eating some pastries still stands if you somehow change your mind”.

“Then I’ll be clear. I don’t hate you, but I don’t like you very much either” says Chat bluntly. “Thought, I’m beginning to think that I got a wrong impression about you… Anyways, I think I should be going to pick up Marinette and the go home. It’s too late after all”.

“You’re right, it is late” says Marin. “Goodbye then” says heading to his bedroom.

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Chat is leaping from rooftop to rooftop, using his night vision to search for Marinette, slowly beginning to worry when he's unable to find her at all. Anything could have happened to her as far as he knew. She could have benn kidnapped or she could have fallen into the Seine or other possibilites that frightened Chat Noir enough to avoid thinking about them. He goes to ground level to search on the spots he can't see from above and continues to search for Marinette with a pain on his chest that only worsens each minute he spends without finding Marinette. At last, he sees her from afar, sitting in a park surrounded by bushes, hidden from everyoe thanks to the shadows, but Chat Noir can still see her.

Carefully, he begins to approach her, but before he can enter into the park, he sees his sister go into the park as Kitty Noire. Surprised, he hides without thinking about it, only able to observe how Kitty Noire hugs closely Marinette and then picks her up. Unsure, Chat Noir follows Kittty and Marinette, being careful not to be seen, but also keeping the necessary distance to avoid losing them. Kitty Noire gently leaves Marinette on he balcony and kisses the top of her head before leaving. Chat Noir stays where is for bit until he sees Marinette entering to her room and only then he leaves, getting safely to his bedroom and detransforming.

Needless to say, Adrien couldn't really sleep that night, because he had so much in his mind. First of all, had he been wrong about Marin all the time? He had lately feeling that maybe Marin wasn't the gold digger that he initally thought, maybe he really was just a good guy, he even had stopped picking fights with Adrinen recently. But that guided him to the question about what had possibly changed in Marin to act like that.

He felt remorseful about his behaviour towards Marin and Marinette... But wait, talking about Marinette, why was his chest hurting that much when he couldn't find her? It had never happened to him before. Could it be a heart attack? He was too young for that, wasn't he? And also, what was Kitty Noire doingoutside? Why did she know where Marinette? Why did she seem to know what was going on? So many questions... And yet, the only answers Adrien managed to get was Plagg burping loudly, which made Adrien go away because of the rotten smell of strong cheese.

#marichatmay2020 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #miraculous fanfic #Twins!Au

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mahavan · 5 years

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Superhero of the Head and Heart

Who is your favourite superhero? Batman? Superman? Spiderman? Or maybe Wonder Woman?

Mine was Batman. I mean Adam West, the original caped crusader from the 1960s. What had captivated me? Was it the Batmobile or the Batcave? Or his utility belt, supplying an endless number of gadgets to save any day? I’m not really sure what it was, but I just couldn’t wait until 5.30 p.m. every day after school for another opportunity to hear, “Quick Robin, to the bat poles!”

What exactly charms us about superheroes? Is it their super powers? Their super outfits? Their super romances? While all these play their part, bhakti wisdom drills deep and suggests that although we struggle and strain as we’re supposed to at school, at our jobs, and in our relationships, society today is unable to meet our core needs for higher awareness, values, and action. These needs underlie our fascination with hero figures. And Hollywood cashes in to fill the gap.

Holy human crisis Batman!

If there was ever a time that real superheroes were needed, it’s now. With mental depression predicted to soon become the number one disease in the First World, monsoon clouds shadowing the economic horizon, and ecologically conscious minds asking “How much of the truth do we tell?” it’s clear a supernatural trump card is well overdue. But looking to yoga knowledge, we find that its wisdom culture promoted and produced the real thing – the genuine hero. In fact, in bygone ages, that was society’s goal. Not to simply create mythological crime fighters who give fleeting inspiration, but rather, to craft a superhero out of every citizen.

Awake in higher consciousness, these heroes see the real injustice beneath the smug face of human progress. They see how a materialistic culture and self-concept, aggravated by advertising, social media, and tech gadgets, robs billions of innocent human beings of their highest potential: the opportunity for freedom from all suffering and the experience of real pleasure.

You see, according to yoga wisdom, we, the nonmaterial self, the actual person within the cosmetic coverings of body and mind, travel through countless species in a cycle of repeated birth and death. During this epic sojourn, we hit three major road blocks to our natural state of uninterrupted enjoyment: distresses arising from our own body and mind, those from other beings, and more from our environment such as natural disasters, or even just too much heat or cold. Constantly pestered by this trio of troubles, substantial peace and happiness are nothing more than a mirage in the desert.

Not until we evolve to the human form, after millions of births and deaths and their complementary anxieties, do we get the opportunity to escape this cycle, through the gift of advanced intelligence. The human body, therefore, along with its exclusive potential for enlightenment, is the greatest asset. Only when society actively encourages and supports the human being’s journey to self-realisation is it doing its job, according to yoga wisdom.

Back to the Batcave

With this clear vision of the extent of human injustice, naturally any soft hearted person want’s to help. But how do we become qualified to be a part of the solution? How do we get ourselves in shape for some crime fighting, bhakti-yoga style? Let’s rip down to the bhakti gym and get ready for action. Historically, the “bhakti gym” is a deserted area of around fifty square miles in North India, called Kurukshetra. Here five thousand years ago, Krishna enlightened his student, Arjuna, with the science of bhakti-yoga, the yoga of pure love.

Following in Arjuna’s footsteps, we pump iron as he did on the battlefield, by hearing from Krishna, the Supreme Source of all energies. Why hear from Krishna? If we hear from the source of all energies, it logically follows that we will then know how to use those energies in a way that best serves all beings. How do we know that Krishna is the Supreme Source? Just follow Krishna’s process of verification, as Arjuna did.

So, did Arjuna get a good workout? Oh yeah. As a military general, obliged to protect his citizens from crime and exploitation, he was faced with the agonising task of fighting with his cherished yet ill-motivated family members as his civic duty. Could there be a greater challenge for the head and heart? But hearing from Krishna strengthened Arjuna’s intellect and purified his motivations, and by the end of his workout he confirmed that he was ready for action:

“My dear Kṛiṣhṇa, O infallible one, my illusion is now gone. I have regained my memory by your mercy. I am now ﬁrm and free from doubt and am prepared to act according to your instructions.”

Tune in tomorrow - same bat time, same bat channel?

I jumped for joy when Mum bought me a Batman outfit for my seventh birthday. But as I tore off the packaging and donned the silky suit, her voice rang loud and clear, “Now don’t run off the roof trying to fly, thinking you’re Batman.” I would never have done that, of course. If Mum had been watching, she would have known that Batman couldn’t fly. In fact, he didn’t have any superpowers to speak of. His unique combination of credits was a feeling for the downtrodden and smarts that could top any villain.

Similarly, Bhagavad Gita explains that bhakti-yogis, based on their experience of the root causes of distress and true happiness, perfectly combine both the head and heart for the highest purpose— freeing themselves and others from samsara, the cycle of repeated birth and death.

With Batman as the only exception, I could never watch reruns. And if you’ve read this far, maybe you sense there is more to life than modern societies’ repeat episode of work-buy-consume-die. For you and me, Krishna spoke the science of bhakti-yoga in Bhagavad Gita to ignite our maximum human potential. And just as fire burns, Bhagavad Gita reveals that real spiritual life is active. This is why Krishna chose to speak Bhagavad Gita on a battlefield in between two of the largest armies ever assembled. Could we imagine a more action-packed situation?

Action, rooted in the deepest compassion and wisdom, is exactly what Krishna asks from Arjuna, and from us. Such bhakti activism can bring a genuine smile to the face of humanity.

#bhakti #yoga #vegan #eco #mindfulness #meditation #activisism #superhero #head #heart

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