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This was it. This was the day Marinette would finally snap, and actually murder someone. She could feel it, in the deepest parts of her mind. This was gonna be the day Marinette Dupain-Cheng became a murderer. All she had to figure out now was who was gonna die: Chloe, Hawkmoth, the Akuma of the Day, or Chat Noir.
Probably all of them, now that she thought about it.
~~~~~~~ Earlier That Day ~~~~~~~
It was a fairly normal day for Marinette and her classmates. She'd arrived late to class, forgot her textbooks, fell asleep dreaming of Adrien, got picked on by Chloe, went home, and helped in the bakery. All in all, perfectly normal. Alya showed up, they went to the park, they were hanging out and having girl time and everything was wonderful.
And then the screaming started. So naturally Alya ran towards the danger to record, and Marinette ran away – to go hide and transform – and THEN ran towards the danger. It was an Akuma, of course, as was often the case whenever anyone started screaming suddenly anymore. But that wasn't what surprised Marinette.
What surprised her was his outfit. He was wearing a school uniform like what you typically see in anime... on the girls. Marinette normally wasn't one to judge, but he also had Sailor Moon looking hair, a headband like in Naruto, and was holding what looked to be half of a pair of scissors in one hand, and some sort of wand in the other.
“I am JAPANIME! And you will ALL see how great anime is!!!” . . . “Especially YOU, Chloe Burgoise!” Of course. Go figured. He was using his scissor to cut things in half, like cars and trees, and smash apart buildings open, and his wand... was being fired at civilians and turning them into various anime-themed things. There, a man suddenly wearing a very skimpy and weird sort of bikini or lingerie, she couldn't tell but it had eyes and that was enough for her to hate is – ah, theres another character from Sailor Moon, oh look! Goku, from Dragon Ball! Wow! She'd had more than enough already.
When Chat Noir showed up, things only got worse, because he seemed utterly thrilled. He kept pointing at different peoples outfits and yelling “Oh! I LOVE that one!” or “What no way that doesn't suit them at all, they'd look much better as ____!” And so on. At this point she missed the puns because while dorky, at least they were kind of funny. (Not that she'd ever admit it, especially to him.)
But honestly, she really was done with this Akuma. “Lucky Charm!” And down fell a body-pillow with some girl on it with weird ears and long white hair, who looked sad but skimpy. She cringed. “Oh! OH! Chobits!” Chat had grabbed her arm, pointing excitedly, but he backed off with a sheepish grin at her glare. “Just go distract the Akuma, Chat!” He nodded, and leapt back into the fray, arguing with the Akuma about who was more badass, Sailor Moon or Kagome, while she tried to figure out what to do with... this. “Ew.”
Apparently, using the pillow as a decoy so he'd slice it with his blade instead of her while she grabbed the object was not the correct plan because next thing she knew, she was on the ground on her hands and knees, pillow a few feet away, the Akuma leaping off to some other part of the city... and Chat Noir trying very, very hard not to laught.
“Wow, Bugaboo, I thought I was supposed to be the cat?” She gave him a confused look and he pointed at a nearby window – and when she saw her reflection.
Because she had cat ears, and a tail. Bright, almost neon pink, cat ears and tail.
She screamed.