Lukatastrophe

Kagome was sitting on her bed, her mind was still contemplating about a certain guy. Again! They used to be friends, and would hang out together with their other best friends too. She remembered the way they started hanging out with the rest of their friends... It was many years ago, while on a school trip to a national park. They were there to study trees, rocks and wildlife. Once they arrived Kagome was trying to find her best friend, just like he was looking for his friend. Even though Kagome and him didn't get along, their friends were a couple. It was while everyone else in the school group attended the orientation exercise. That it became obvious to both him and Kagome that their friends were not there, and probably wandered off for alone time. Leaving Kagome with him… ‘How dare they leave me behind like this.’ She angrily said in her thoughts. ‘They know we don’t get along, he’s a rough, insulting and careless guy.’ It was onc  the orientation was over, Kagome decided to find their missing friends. Of course he was looking for his friend too. Kagome and him kept their distance from each other as they walked. It was when a small cave came in view that she heard him start to complain. He even made a stupid statement saying. “I bet they went in there to bang in the cave.” With a sign Kagome covered her face with her hand. She couldn't believe how much of an idiot he was. And to make matters worse when they went into the cave, he carelessly started yelling to find their friends. Talk about a big mouth, his yelling was so loud that rocks started shaking. There was the sound of falling rocks and soon a landslide that blocked the path they just took to get there. Now they were really stuck together. In the end it took 6 hours till they finally found their way back from the cave. During that time in each other's presence, they slowly started to talk and learned about each other. Her eyes wandered around her room, this had been her room since she was a small child. Her eyes than looked down at her phone. Kagome softly chuckled at those memories, and how he totally missed the signs that were planted around the road to that cave. And the crazy thing was she just followed him. ‘Maybe I should send him a message.’ She thought, still looking at the phone. But they hadn't talked in so long...No.. She could not just go back to him like nothing ever happened. Get up from the bed, Kagome turned around and left the room to take a walk. She remembered the last time they talked, it was three years ago. They hadn't talked in days and she had a feeling it was because he was mad at her. She remembered knocking on his door and feeling so nervous. Sure she wasn't his best friend, but they were definitely close. Weren't they? She heard his voice complaining from the other side of the door. "Miroku I swear if you dragged your drunk ass here again, I…” He stopped when his eyes locked with hers. He Looked a bit surprised. But not even slightly happy to see her. And it moved something in her. "Good evening Inuyasha." Kagome said, with little enthusiasm. Inuyasha brought his wristwatch in sight to check the time. 6pm."Yeah, Hi." He replied, staying in the doorway. “I.. I won't be long. And sorry if I’m bother you, but you haven't answered my texts in 3 days. And there was something I wanted to tell you myself." No answers came from him. Not that it was that weird from him. "My mother has to go back to Europe, and I-" "And you're leaving us to go there too, I know." Inuyasha's wristwatch was clicking much louder than a few seconds ago. Inuyasha sighed and ran a hand through his black hair. ‘His hair.’ Kagome thought, as she watched his movements. She had looked at his hair thousands of times. It was long for a boy, but wasn't long enough to touch his shoulders. There was also tension in the movement he just made that stabbed her heart slightly. "Yeah.. I’m leaving tomorrow." "Oh...Okay. Good trip then." She was astonished. How could he speak to her like that. She saw the door closing before her, and she put her foot between the frame and the door and pushed back the door open to come inside, frowning. This sudden move made him step back."Hey !" “Is that it ? 'Good trip' ?" She responded angrily. “What do you want me to say? I've known for days that you were leaving and you didn't even bother telling me, or Miroku face to face. Sango was the one who told us!" Kagome sighed. Sango learned about it, but not from her, she ran into her mother in town. Kagome looked at him, her frown relaxing. You could see a glimpse of pain in her eyes. She faked a little smile. "Okay than.. Sorry you had to learn about it this way. I'll be going now." And so she left. And they never talked again. She hesitated to delete his number and the few messages on her phone. As much as she wanted to get things straight between them, she still hesitated to call him. Kagome still lacked the courage to speak to him. As these memories slowly start coming back to her, she felt the sadness growing in her. Her mother walked up to her. "Are you done packing?" She asked softly. "Almost.." She answered absentmindedly. "Don't forget the box under your bed sweetheart." Kagome turned around to look at her mother as she winked to her. She completely forgot about it. She ran up to her room and slid her arm under her bed to grab a shoe box, which she had put some little things dear to her. Little objects friends and family gave her. There was a picture of her grandfather, a little pendant Sango and Miroku bought her for her birthday, and a few other things. But none of those mattered to her right now. She grabbed the little fabric bag and opened it. She turned it over to take the bracelet out of it. Inuyasha used to wear a necklace of black pearls and white teeth shaped pearls here and there. During the cave incident Kagome admitted it was a really nice necklace. Two years later, during her birthday. Kagome noticed he didn't have it anymore around his neck, instead she found out why when he handed her something. "I took it off and decided to make it into two separate bracelets. It's no big deal.." InuYasha told her, slightly looking away. Kagome smiled so much at this memory. The memory of the moment she realized how much he meant to her. He had these moments.. of pure kindness. They were never close enough for her to ever admit it was love or anything. But there was something there. Definitely, he was something else. She looked down at the bracelet as she put it on. Her eyes drifted to a bunch of photographs inside the box. She went through it. It was mostly Kagome and Sango. Some pictures included Miroku, or the whole gang. There was just this one picture that Sango gave her. They were once in a park, Kagome debang with Inuyasha over a trivial thing she couldn't even recall anymore. But Sango took a photo of it. Kagome was wearing a beige dress and a white transparent haori, her dark hair in a ponytail. And Inuyasha frowning, his black hair down, slightly touching his shoulders. Kagome always thought it was cute. He was wearing a red shirt on that day, holding his fist out between them. Her eyes lingered on that photograph for a few minutes. She smiled and put everything back in the box, than continued to finish packing. She was really going back to Japan. Kagome had grown up here in Europe, but due to her father's job Kagome's family moved to Japan during her highschool years. And never had she felt so at home while living in Japan.  After her highschool years, the family had to move out again. And it broke her heart having to leave Japan. 

While on her way to the airport, that would take her back to Japan. Kagome decided to send Sango a message, she couldn't stand it any longer.  The message to Sango was to set up a meeting at the airport. She was going home. Without her family. She had just finished college and now she was ready to start a life in her real home. This night however felt like the longest ever. She was so happy to come back. To be able to see Sango and Miroku. She was planning on going to Inuyasha's place to surprise and talk to him. Or.. something like that ? She had no idea yet. But she needed to talk to him. Maybe it would be easier face to face, maybe.

Her first steps in Japan were like taking a new breath of fresh air. She walked slowly to the luggage pick up. Her little pink suitcase carrying barely a few clothes, was instead full of memories. She knew her mother would send her everything she felt behind little by little. So she took along what really mattered to her. As soon as she got out in the arrival area, she looked around for Sango. And she saw her from afar. She looked pissed off, talking to a guy in front of her. Kagome looked at the stranger's back, he was wearing a red leather jacket, and a high white ponytail, falling to the bottom of his back. He was laying back against a set of bench. He was tall, and had broad shoulders, his hands were in his pockets. She heard a loud voice coming from them. A deep voice. "You could at least have come by yourself, why did I have to come with you ?!" "Because I don't have my license, dumbass!" Sango answered. Kagome smiled and called out to Sango who turned to her with a big smile. "Ah! There she is!" The guy got up and turned around, his stern face changing as he saw Kagome. Kagome stopped walking and looked at the guy. She knew this face but it took her a second to finally understand. She felt tears coming up in her eyes and she opened her mouth slightly. "I.. Inu.." Inuyasha mumbled to Sango."I thought.. I thought it was your cousin we came to pick up..." "Surprise.." Sango whispered before pushing his back a bit. Multiple emotions passed through his face. Confusion, a lot of tension too at some point, a bit of annoyance. But his face relaxed. "Screw it.." He took a few steps towards her, letting her to run to him, leaving her suitcase in place. She jumped into his arms, and without any hesitation. He caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.

Kagome never thought it would happen like this. But now that her arms were around his neck, she never wanted to let go. After an endless moment, he let her go down. Her body slowly running down his, until her feet touched the ground. Her face turned upward to him, her hands laying on his forearms. "I'm back.." She whispered.

Marinette was rushing all around her room, she was already late. So very late. An akuma attack had delayed her preparation time. All she could do now was quickly put on a dress and grab her coat before leaving. Having her hair down helped to keep the cold off her neck a little. As she started running the bitter cold night air, began to turn her cheeks and nose red. The freezing air burning her lungs, but right now none of that mattered. After all Luka was waiting for her. He had invited her to go out on Christmas eve, and she didn’t hesitate for a second when asked. She wanted to give things a chance with him. She genuinely liked him after all. Luka soon came into sight. Wearing a beanie, a big scarf that couldn’t even hide his red cheeks and a fairly long dark blue coat. He was blowing in his hands, trying to warm them up. He also had a backpack on his shoulder.

Marinette called out to him and smiled. He lifted his head and she couldn't believe his face had now turned even redder than it was seconds before. The night was already dark and so many lights hung up everywhere around them. He smiled and had the softest look you could give to another person. But a frown quickly crossed his face. A smile followed by a little sigh when he looked at her. “What is it?” She asked, worried there was maybe something in her teeth, or something else.

He took off his scarf and put it around her neck. “You truly are a funny girl Marinette. It’s freezing cold outside and you didn't even cover yourself up properly.”

“I was running late.” He simply smiled at her. Oh that wonderful smile, that damn smile that she never understood. ‘How can someone hold so much tenderness in their face.’ Marinette thought. His expressions towards her never lacked any warmth. She always felt that she really mattered to him. But overcoming Adrien was one of the hardest challenges she ever had to face. And Luka knew it all so very well.

“Shall we go?” He asked softly, holding out his arm to her. Marinette nodded and wrapped her arm around his. She had no idea where they were going. But she would know soon enough. Luka had so many things on his mind. ‘Maybe get a bite to eat and go ice skating? Or maybe she would prefer eating after skating?’ Perhaps she would like to walk around the Christmas market?’ He needed to stop thinking, it was almost 7:30 and they had a reservation to get too. It’s almost incredible he could have a table on Christmas eve. But he worked his ass off to earn the money to invite her. So there would be no turning back now.

As they walked he watched her from the corner of his eye. Her pale long pink coat was giving her the sweetest look, and it really complimented her skin tone too. As well as showing her thin waist so well. Her legs covered by black wool tights along with heeled boots. ‘How did she even manage to run in those boots?’ He thought. He smiled at the cute way his scarf was around her neck, well somewhat around her neck that is. It was a bit too thick to stay only around her neck, and was hiding half her face actually. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how she looked so perfect either way.

Marinette looked at him confused by his chuckle. “What is it?” She asked, the sound of her voice muffled by the scarf.

Shaking his head slightly Luka brushed the question off. It was nothing, please don't mind me.”

And so after a few minutes of walking, and small talk. Marinette decided to ask Luka the reason he laughed earlier, but he stayed quiet and as if saved by the bell arrived at the restaurant he booked. She didn’t look up at the sign though, too annoyed with Luka’s silence on the reason why he laughed.

Once they enter the restaurant a waiter welcomed them and asked if he could take their coats. Luka helped Marinette with coat first, then turned around to give it to the waiter along with his beanie, backpack and coat. It was at this time Marinette was taking off the scarf. When he turned around and he could swear his heart stopped beating at the beautiful sight before him. She was holding out his scarf to him, her cheeks and nose were still red from the crisp night air. And the way her eyes were reflecting the restaurant’s lights. Had him feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. It was at this he finally got to see what she was wearing. His eyes carefully took in the sight before him as he looked down at her outfit.

She was wearing a strapless green dress, and a dark belt around her waist. ‘How on earth could she go out in this freezing weather dressed so lightly? ‘But oh my god was she ever stunning.’ He thought, smiling proudly at her beauty. The little silver snowflake pendant hung perfectly right above her cleavage. Luka gulped slightly and grabbed the scarf to give it to the waiter. He needed to get his eyes away from her cleavage. He was a perfect gentleman after all, but he was still a man after all. 

Luka never really noticed until tonight, how maturity really had its way with Marinette’s body. Her subtle, yet noticeable curves could make any man ecstatic. And Luka was feeling lucky, not only by being able to see Marinette in such a dress. And the way her hair was falling down her clavicles, only to make another trail for his eyes to follow downward. No! He couldn’t let that happen. As desirable as she was, he couldn’t bring himself to be like that. He was already feeling like he was being pushy enough too, just by inviting her that night.

She hadn’t talked about Adrien for a long time, but that didn’t mean she forgot about him right? She was giving him a chance, but he needed to figure out her true feelings. And that was the most complicated part. He could feel the emotions in her, and stroke some strings to make a melody out of it. But feelings and emotions are two separate things after all.

So after he took a deep breath, they began to follow the waiter. He helped Marinette sit down before walking around the table and taking his place. It was at this time he felt he needed to tell her how gorgeous she looked. “I must say you look stunning Marinette.” He said softly, smiling as he pulled back the chair to sit.

A small blush came to her already rosy cheeks. “Oh well, thank you. You’re quite a catch yourself, Luka.” Marinette said, with a smirk, as her eyes admired him. His blue waistcoat and white shirt were kinda simple. Along with his pants that were a bit skinny, which made his legs look slim and his butt a perfect peach.

Marinette had a glance at it when he went to his chair. She was pleased with what she saw. She could never deny how handsome he was. However, the comment she just gave him flustered him. She never said anything like that to him before. He chuckled nervously before finally  sitting down.

The waiter brought a bottle of sparkling wine in an ice bucket. She couldn’t hide her surprise to the kind of date he was offering her. It was so different from what she expected. But in the end, she knew how sweet of a guy he was. The dinner was so good, and the atmosphere was so light, although she felt something.. Something she couldn’t identify, like something wasn’t natural. Luka, was doing his part, and was doing his best, while feeling more nervous than ever. This night had to go just right. She was finally on a date with him, he had to do everything he could to make her feel comfortable.

“How about a dessert'?” Asked the garçon. Luka looked cautiously at Marinette. Who was smiling at him, while leaning forward resting her chin on her hands and looking at him.

“It’s up to you Luka. I’m not hungry, but not full either. I could easily eat something else.” Luka gulped and smiled.

His mind was racing as he thought. ‘Did she not notice how her body was moving with those simple gestures.” He turned to the waiter. “Just  two teas please.”

The garçon slightly bowed. “I’ll be back with the box so you can make your choice.”

When Luka looked back at her, Marinette was tilting her head a bit, smiling, offering a view of her neck. ‘Dammit Marinette, why are you so cute?’ He cursed to himself. Everything was appealing with her, even the texture of her skin was calling out to him. “I have something for you Marinette.”

Hearing him say this made her face light up, Marinette smiled as she lifted her head. “Really?”

Luka smiled and got up to ask the waiter to bring him his backpack. When the waiter returned, Luka stood and thanked him. Now with his backpack in hand he opened it and took out a present. It looked like it was something light and soft, like some fabric. Probably fabric she told herself. He sat back down and handed it over to Marinette. “Merry Christmas Marinette.” He whispered hoarsely. She pursed her lips as she took it. She shredded the wrapping paper around it, excited to see what was inside. Which made Luka’s heart skip a beat. He laughed a bit and looked at her. Realizing her behaviour, she turned a bit red. “Sorry...that wasn’t very ladylike of me.” Luka simply gave her a sweet smile as his answer. Marinette smiled, a bit embarrassed and cleared her throat to unwrap the last pieces around the present.

Laying before her, was a dark pink fabric. Her fingers ran across the hem to softly take it to detail it. The fabric was an excellent quality. Very soft. And yet warm. She unfolded the shawl to take a look at it. A smile grew on her face. “It's beautiful…” Her words echoed in Luka’s ears.

He soon got up and went to her, then carefully held out his hand to her. “If I may…?” She placed her hand in his and smiled as she got up. He took the piece of clothing and wrapped it around her shoulders, his arms now around her. She moved her hair up out of the way. When she looked up their eyes locked for a few seconds… that felt like minutes. She was smiling so gently at him.

But why was he feeling so out of place. He took a step back with a smile as he saw the waiter bringing the box with the tea and their cups of hot water.

Marinette was flustered. She never thought Luka would be the one to pull away from this kind of situation. Maybe he was uncomfortable with her in the end? Or was he regretting something? They both sat down and drank their tea, awkwardly chit-chatting. She could tell Luka was trying hard to make her have a good time though.

After paying the bill, they both went out to go to the ice rink. When they arrived, all the lights were out. “Luka.. it looks like it's closed..” Marinette said, looking up at the sign, disappointed. A little sharp noise however caught her attention. She looked at the door and she could see a faint shadow opening the door. The skating trainer was the one opening to them. He opened the door quickly and greeted both of them. Marinette looked at both the men, surprised.

Philippe than handed the keys to Luka. “Do not forget to close everything before you leave, okay?”

“Don’t worry, Phil I won’t!” Luka said, taking the keys from Philippe.

Marinette, was speechless, while still staring at them. “H-how? What is..?”

Philippe smiled at Marinette’s reaction. “Well, I’ll let you two have fun! Luka, you know where to leave the keys when you leave.” He said, as his left waving at the two friends.

The young girl turned around to look at Luka, who was taking some skating shoes. “38, right?”

“Um.. Yeah.., but I didn’t know you were friends with Philippe?”

“Oh, yeah. The last time we came, when you left. I went back inside to talk to him a bit, we just kind of got along. And when I came by to check on him a few times. I asked him if it was okay if I used the place tonight.”

“So, it’ll be only us?”  Luka nodded, smiling as he walked with Marinette to the door of the rink.

“And it’s not all…” He opened the doors and walked inside. The room was in the dark and she narrowed her eyes to try to see something. Luka went behind a door, she heard something like a switch being turned on. It was than her eyes grew wide instantly. The site of lights and not just any lights, they were beautiful Christmas lights hanging all around the room. Thousands of little colorful shiny bulbs, making the room look like a dream. And with special music floating in the air… Melodies of an acoustic guitars. And once again.. she was speechless. Her voice seemed to have left her body, like when Luka had been akumatized, but this time.. it was a really good kind of out of voice.

She turned around to look at Luka, who just walked up to her again. “So, do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Luka, it’s gorgeous.. it must have taken you hours to put up all of these lights.”

Luka chuckled as they were both looking around. “Four hours and I almost broke my wrist from falling off a ladder.” Luka gave her the sweetest look. “But it was worth it just to see that look on your face…”

Marinette smiled back at him. They both put on their skates and slowly went in the rink, making a few rounds to warm up. Luka was charming. Trying so hard to make this a good time for her.  Marinette marked a stop in the middle of the rink and looked at Luka. “Luka…?”

He stopped not too far from her and faced her. “Yes..? Is everything alright?”

Marinette took a deep breath, looking at Luka. She slid closer and leaned her hand on his cheek. Luka’s eyes grew a bit wider and even blushed a bit. She smiled at him. She finally pinpointed what felt awkward. He was trying too hard. Maybe he was doubting about her desire to be with him on Christmas. Maybe he was afraid she was still longing for Adrien. Maybe he didn’t want to pressure her. But he pressured himself instead. “I wanted to be here tonight. I wanted to spend Christmas with you, and only you.”

Something in Luka relaxed, his shoulders dropped down. He pursed his lips slightly but before he could say anything, her arms were already wrapped around his body. She was holding onto him so tightly, he hugged her back, leaning his chin on her head. His half closed eyes were wandering off to a distant part of the room, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. Her curves, the feeling of her hands on his back, her head on his chest. Luka was well aware of all those details. Of her breathing, the littlest moves she was doing, her fingers slowly tracing circles on his back. After a few minutes she leaned back, smiling. “And I truly feel like an enchanted princess with all these night you gave me Luka.”

He was lacking the words to answer, so he just placed a few strands of her hair behind her ear. This simple move, that could feel like something normal, was forming some kind of intimacy between the two of them. Her eyes drifted along his face, her cheeks warming up a bit. His hand slowly wandered from behind her ear, across her jawline, his thumb stopping on her chin. He cleared his throat, yet a hoarse voice came out softly from his lips. “May I?”

Marinette smiled and stretched her neck to answer. They met halfway from one another. His lips pressed against hers. Her right hand was now cupping his cheek while his left one was leaning against her hip. Her own hands were still wrapped around him, pulling him as close as she could. This kiss was softer than anything else in the world. And lasted a few minutes. Both taking their time to enjoy the moment. When they pulled away, they looked at each other. Her eyes were shimmering as she looked up at him. Something in her eyes changed, and it took Luka everything he had to pull away. He was still feeling her body moving slightly against his and the new proximity they had was awakening something in him. Or on him. In a cough, he pulled away slightly, his hands running down her arms to intertwine their fingers, pulling her in for a dance on the rink. She was giggling, and clearly having a good time. And it meant everything to him.

Suddenly, a voice rang through the speakers. Jagged Stone’s voice. “I hope you enjoyed the surprise Marinette. It’s midnight and I wish you a Merry Christmas.”

Marinette looked around. It was a recording. She laughed a bit and looked at Luka. “You got to record Jagged Stone for me?” She said, smiling.

“As soon as I mentioned your name, he was in.” They both smiled and Luka kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas Marinette.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered softly before kissing him again.