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Greetings! I am continuing to attempt to restart my creative juices and finally finish that one story... so here's another new one in the meantime.

At a Halloween costume party for her father's merchant's association, Marinette is the very model of adorable femininity in a handmade kitten costume. But she is without company her own age, and bored... until a mysterious blond pirate appears, catching her attention and keeping her guessing.

Is this Chat Noir's normal self... or is it Adrien? It certainly couldn't be... both...?

One-shot, complete. Halloween special. The dance floor awaits... as does a cozy, private spot just outside.

Two Kits That Pass In The Night on FFN / AO3

A teaser...

Adrien wasn't sure how Marinette would react to his revelation [of a cat-eared headband underneath his pirate hat]... but a facepalm and laughter was probably not it.

"Chat Noir!" she half-hissed, half-giggled. "Sit down and put that hat back on, already! People might notice!"

With a grin, Adrien replaced his hat atop his head and sat down next to Marinette at the table.

I wasn't completely sure which way she would recognize me, he mused to himself. It's easier to explain what Chat is doing here than Adrien, so I figured that adding cat aspects to the costume might tip her in that direction...

...not that I would've complained if she'd seen me as me, though. And if I play my cards right tonight, I can have lots of fun with this!

Briefly, Marinette's smile faded a bit. "...Wait. You're not in here because there's trouble, are you? I don't have my phone on me. Is there an Akuma?"

Adrien marveled as he watched Marinette's sense of alertness kick in, as if she was analyzing her surroundings, verifying every exit, looking for signs of danger...

I have GOT to get Ladybug to give Marinette another Miraculous, he told himself. She's such a natural for what we do!

"No, nothing like that. As far as I know, anyway," he reassured her.

"Then... what are you doing here?" she wondered. "And how did you even find me?"

"Well... let's say that a friend of a friend of a friend dropped a hint where you might be, and that you might be feeling a little bored and lonely tonight... and we'll leave it at that," Adrien grinned. "And you seem awfully sure of your facts."

"What, that you're Chat Noir? I think that's pretty obvious," Marinette countered. "A friendly, sneaky, goofy blond with cat ears who knows me. With green... eyes?"

She peered closely at the mask.. and saw a green eye, but not one matching the oversized green eyes of Chat Noir. This eye was very normal, very human...

...and seemed very familiar to her.

"Allow me to dispose of this," Adrien smiled, removing the eyepatch and showing that his left eye was normal, as well. "You are too stunning tonight to view only halfway."

Lost in his gaze and her own sudden uncertainty, Marinette was silent.

"...Cat got your tongue?" he quipped.

'I don't... understand," breathed Marinette. "Who are you?"

"I am your humble companion tonight, Marinette," Adrien replied. "If you'll put up with me."

"I'm serious," she insisted. "You're... well, you move, you sound, you talk, you look like Chat Noir. But those aren't his eyes... not as Chat, at least! The eyes that I'm looking at now, they remind me so much of someone..."

"...Someone?"

Someone I'm in love with, thought Marinette.

"...someone else that I wouldn't expect to see here," she continued. "And someone... well... who's never said those kinds of things about me, like you've been saying now. Who... I don't know... if you are him, you don't seem like yourself tonight."

"Is that bad?" he wondered. "Isn't that what Halloween's all about, trying out something new for an evening?"

"N-no!" Marinette gasped. "No, it's... I don't know how to... I'm... auugh! I mean... of course you can hang around with me, if you want to," she backpedaled. "I'd love to have you here, whoever you are. I just don't know what to make of you yet."

"Then take your time," he smiled. "I'll give you lots of time tonight to figure me out. If you can."

"Do you mean to figure out who you really are... or what you're up to tonight?" Marinette smiled back.

Captain Morgan split

shots far across the bar, bending

the conscious minds of those

who chose to down the

burning sensation. A duel

ensued at arm’s length, a hat

lost in the endgame. Swinging

in midair, a freeing feeling, felt

by the majority after shooting

down more rum than before.

Captain Jack Sparrow graced

his audience with a golden-tooth

grin that expanded beyond the

realm of the fairies and mermaids.

Foul creatures those mermaids are,

Fogging up a man’s mind, leading

him down the sing-song path of

doom and death. A twisting

paradox of fog and rum and

bass; the ferry sailed past

many an ancient time where

Pirates were simply pirates who

enjoyed a good bottle of rum