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A scooter stops on the train tracks. It’s posh, pristine, and rare. Vintage, even. To most, it’s worth a fortune. To Felix, the scooter is everything. It’s one of the only things he has left of his father, Colt, at least sentimentally. Well, he has a ring that granted him his freedom, but this scooter, well, it’s the only happy memory he has with his father. That’s a story for another day.
He looked to his left, over to his right – eyeing his passenger, Luka. He stealthily reaches over and reaches for Luka’s phone, nonchalantly. He’s the master of pickpocketing after all.
“I think I hear a train!” Luka furrows his eyebrows in panic.
Unaffected, Felix lulls his head on Luka’s shoulder from behind.. He begins to hum a tune as he scrolls through Luka’s phone. “Um, Marinette is still your wallpaper. Boring.”
“What are you doing?!” Luka cries as he tries to push Felix in an upright position..
“Kitty Section’s new lyrics?” Felix continues as he recites, “If all I’ll ever get from you is a smile, then consider me complete. I hate the way it ended for you and me.” Felix smirks. “Tragic.”
Before Luka can reply, a ringing from the railroad mast roars in his ear. “Felix! We’re gonna die! I want to live!” Luka doesn’t understand why he can’t get off the scooter.
“You're so dramatic!, “Felix laughs. “I will keep your secret and hope you never forget. You’re the one for me, my sweet, Marinette,” He teases. “We’re gonna die! I want to live!,” he mocks Luka.
“Felix!” Luka begs as he tries to hop off the scooter. “Come on!” Luka stands on the other side of the tracks, watching helplessly as Felix continues to read his lyrics, one hand firmly on the scooter’s handlebar.. “This isn’t funny!”
Rolling his eyes, Felix sits back up properly. “You see, Luka, the thing is,” He tosses Luka’s phone in his basket.. “I am incredibly bored with life. I want to feel something, some sort of entertainment. I’m not going to move from this spot until you tell me a plan.”
Flabbergasted, Luka stands still, lost for words. He can still hear the train chugging down the tracks, powering its way toward Felix’s scooter. “I don’t know Felix, hell! Luka cries.“Just move!”
“Plan?” Felix runs his fingers through his blonde. He looked at Luka deviously, all the life in his eyes gone.
Luka tugs at this curls, frustration and fear clearly on his face. He fishes around his body, looking for any idea. “Let’s make a bet!” He stammers. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”
“Oh?” Felix raises an eyebrow licking his lips.
The horn begins to blare, trying to put on its brakes, metal clearly shooting from the tracks.
“Felix, damnit!!” Luka stomps his foot. “The classic bet!” He yells.
With one quick smirk, Felix revs his engine, speeding off the tracks, and hardly missing the train. A loud horn blares as Luka falls on his knees, his adrenaline finally calming as Luka laughs dramatically.
“I needed that!” Fleix sighs heavily, his chest rising and falling. “Come here, Luka, and lay down with me. Let’s talk about this bet.”
Luka wonders at this moment if he’ll be akumatized. Or maybe he already is. He’s feeling the strong urge to choke Felix right about now. “You could’ve killed us! You’re crazy, you know that?”
“But I didn’t….” Felix wiggles his eyebrows. “You feel alive now, don’t you?” He asks as he rolls on his side, propping his head up with his palm. “So, Marinette….”
Luka shakes his head in disbelief but gives Felix a toothy grin anyway. He folds his hands on his chest, thinking before speaking carefully. “You like her, don’t you?”
“She’s dating my cousin,” Felix says dryly. “And even if I do, which I don’t, I know that you LOVE her. I mean, you were faced with getting hit by a train and uttered her name.”
“You’re going to summon HawkMoth,” Luka tries to reason. “You’re making me anxious, and stop going through my phone, please.”
Felix chuckles in his throat. He is not scared of HawkMoth, his creepy uncle. In fact, it may be a gift to Luka to offer Ladybug to him, his precious Marinette. “To answer your question, I do like her a little, but I like the idea of this bet more. So tell me, what are the terms and conditions? Make it interesting, Couffaine. I know you are creative.”
Luka, who appears to be at a loss for words, can only run his fingers through his cyan hair. The brisk night air sets ablaze in his chest, breathing becomes more difficult. Perhaps it’s the anxiety, the choking fear of having to make a choice that may harm Marinette.
“I don’t want to hurt her,” He replies feebly.
“You know what? We don’t need a bet. We’ll just have fun with her. That’s it,” He shrugs, standing up to dust off his jeans.
“Wait…!” Luka calls after him. “That can’t be it. I know you!”
With a smirk, Felix tosses Luka his helmet. “That’s it, Couffaine. Now hold on and I’ll take you home.”
“That can’t be it,” Luka repeats. “What are you planning?”
Felix races through Paris with a devious smile.