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“Look I would love to go and record music, but I’m getting my hair voluministically shiny today,” XY said to his agent over the phone.
He couldn’t really remember why he even had an agent. His dad always took care of everything for him, from his popularity right down to his music. It didn’t make sense for XY to waste his agent’s time on something his dad already did.
On the other end of the phone, his agent spluttered, not really forming a coherent word. At least not one XY could understand. Instead of letting him talk, XY interrupted, “You know what. I don’t really think I need you around anymore, so you’re…”
XY trailed off as a biker sped past him on the road. He wasn’t really sure what drew him to the biker. Perhaps it was how fast he was going, or maybe it was the lightning blue pieces of his hair. But XY knew it was those eyes, the ones that were a startling cerulean blue. They captivated him and reminded him of his favorite hair gel. The one that allowed him to shape his hair in a cone.
He was snapped out of the moment when the biker sped right through a puddle. The puddle itself was pretty large, so it caused a large splash when the biker went through it. The splash ended up soaking XY completely, making his hair flop flat onto his face. The biker continued on as if he hadn’t just ruined XY’s hair and clothes.
“THAT WAS NOT CASH MONEY DUDE!!!” XY shouted at the biker.
The biker ignored him, probably too scared to own up to his actions, but XY caught the name of the delivery company on the back. ‘Speed Bunnies.’ It sounded kind of sketch to XY, but it probably explained why the biker didn’t see him. But if the biker’s manager heard about what his employee did, then he would probably get fired.
No, that wouldn’t work. If the manager was anything like the biker, his complaint would be ignored.
If XY wanted revenge, he would have to do something himself. A good punishment would be to do the exact same thing to him.
“Hello?? Xavier??” The muffled sounds from his phone reminded him of the conversation he was having.
“I gotta go, Paul,” XY said, bringing the phone to his ear.
“But my name is Ste-”
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"Hello, this is Jarl, spelled with a ‘j’ pronounced as a ‘y’. Welcome to Speed Bunnies, may I take your order?" the man on the other line wheezed out. He sounded so bored and done with his job that XY couldn’t help but feel this was a cover for some shady business.
"Yes, hi, is this where you guys sell meth?” He didn’t feel like beating around the bush. If he busted a whole meth operation, he would become even more famous. He could already imagine it: XY the talented singer and detective extraordinaire.
"Sir, this is a fried chicken store.” The man sighed. “I know our logo is questionable, but we do not sell meth.”
“Oh, well, in that case, can you send your blue-haired delivery boy, the cute one, to Le Grand Paris. I don’t care what he brings, just make sure it’s yummy. The order name is under Yves. Thanks,” XY instructed, hanging up on the guy, Yawn. It didn’t really matter. His plan was in motion. Now he just had to make sure that he had a bucket of water for the delivery guy. He’ll know what it’s like to have his clothes and hair ruined.
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Maybe he shouldn’t have hung up on Jean. It had been about 45 minutes since XY had placed his order, and no one from the shop had appeared.
Figuring they probably just ignored his order, XY stood from his spot behind a pillar. He bent down to pick up the bucket of water he had just for the blue-haired biker. He would just have to find someone else to dump the water on. It couldn’t go to waste.
Just as XY was about to make his way to the elevator, the same guy from before walked in with a large brown paper bag. He still had his helmet on which covered the top of his head, which made it hard for XY to get a good idea of what he looked like.
If the guy wasn’t good-looking enough, it would be pointless to dump the water on him, since he wouldn’t care about his appearance either way. After all, everything was dependent on him understanding what XY went through.
XY quickly ducked back behind the pillar to avoid being spotted. The guy must’ve seen XY’s movement because he looked in the direction of the pillar. XY was able to catch his stunning blue eyes again. The sheer beauty of the eyes froze him in place, causing a flurry of emotions to run through him.
The guy didn’t spot XY behind the pillar, so he continued on to the front desk. When he reached the receptionist, he dropped the paper bag on the counter and took off his helmet.
It was like slow motion when he took off his helmet. The guy shook out his hair so dramatically; it was as if he was begging XY to run his fingers through it.
“What are you doing?” a nasally voice asked from behind XY.
Scrambling to turn around, XY almost spilled his bucket of water. He promptly became confused as he came face to face with a blonde Ladybug and red-headed Chat Noir with glasses.
“Ladybug!? Chat Noir!? What are you doing here?” XY hoped that she hadn’t noticed him staring at the delivery boy. That would totally hurt his image.
The girl flushed, almost embarrassed about something, but XY couldn’t fathom what Paris’ superhero would be embarrassed about. “I, uh, I am making sure there aren’t any akumas out and about. You looked awfully suspicious staring at that delivery boy, so I had to make sure.” She paused, thinking for a minute. “Don’t tell anyone I was here. Hawkmoth might catch on.”
XY nodded his head furiously in agreement. Satisfied, ‘Ladybug’ smiled and turned towards the elevator.
“Uh, Ladybug, do you happen to know who that guy was?” He just wanted to get his revenge. This attempt didn’t work, but he was sure the next one would. Besides, it’s not like there’s something more to his want for revenge.
“I don’t associate myself with pathetic delivery boys,” she responded. Flipping her hair, ‘Ladybug’ continued her walk to the elevator. ‘Chat Noir’ on the other hand hesitated following after his partner.
“That’s, uh, that’s Luka Couffaine. I think he’s an aspiring musician,” ‘Chat’ informed him. XY was a bit surprised at his feminine sounding voice but didn’t think too much of it, and he ran off after his partner.
He had what he needed. The name of his tormentor, Luka Couffaine.
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After picking up his order from the front desk, XY headed upstairs to look up Luka. He was determined to learn everything about him, so he could find the perfect way to get him back.
Three pages on Google later, XY learned that Luka was a guitarist in a band called Kitty Section. He found that he was about XY’s age. Based on the photos, he could tell that Luka was a ladies’ man. He was just that handsome.
Pulling up the group’s website, XY scrolled through to see if there was any way he could meet this dude and learn more. A pop up for a concert in the park appeared on the page. He was about to close it but noticed that the ad was for Kitty Section, and the concert would be tomorrow. The perfect way to meet Luka to gather more information.
Luka Couffaine had no idea what he was getting into when he splashed XY.