"It's only a bruised ankle, so she will be fine." Kyoya states as he finished wrapping up Marinette's ankle.

They had all returned to the beach house, Adrien hovering over Marinette while Tamaki did Haruhi. The two trespassers were gone before they could be apprehended by Kyoya's police force, but they were on the lookout for them.

"We're sorry we got you two wet." Marinette apologized.

"Why are you apologizing, you're the one who got hurt. We should be the ones apologizing." Adrien replied.

"Besides, people say that we're dripping with good looks." Tamaki puts an arm around Adrien's shoulder and he winks.

Marinette rolls her eyes, but she smiles lightly, once again noticing how close the two were. Both tall and lanky, handsome, blond...

"You know," Marinette started, getting the boys' attention again. "It's weird, or maybe I hit my head or something, but you two... Kinda look alike."

The two of them looked at each other before looking at Marinette.

"I mean, beside the eye color and Tamaki being Japanese, I think we could pass as brothers." Adrien shrugged.

"Actually, I'm half-Japanese." Tamaki says. "I"m also half-French."

"What?" Both Marinette and Adrien question in unison.

"You're French?" Marinette questions.

"Half, yes." Tamaki replies in French.

"Wow, that's so cool!" Marinette replies back in her native tongue.

"Are you fluent?" Adrien asks.

Tamaki nods. "My mother is French. I get most of my looks from her."

"Well, she must have been beautiful." Marinette teases lightly.

"Well," Tamaki chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "I never really knew my mom. I don't know much about her, much less how she looks like, if I'm being honest."

"Oh no, I'm sorry. Did she..." Marinette's voice trailed off, assuming the worst.

"She's very much alive." Tamaki replied back in Japanese. "However, she left me and my father when I was young. I don't know about her whereabouts, but I know she's still out here." He says, the hope and sadness in his voice audibly palpable.

There was a small silence as the information was processed by everyone in the room. To most, this was vaguely common knowledge. This was news to Marinette and Adrien.

And Adrien could really relate.

"What a small world." He says after a while, breaking the silence. "My mom left me too."

Tamaki gave a small snort. "Now you could really say were brothers."

"Well, if you did, you wouldn't be exactly wrong."

They all grew silent and turned to Kyoya, who was sitting on a sofa chair, his portfolio open on one of the armrests as he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"'Half-brothers' would be the correct term to use."

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Stretch!

Look at the sun! (Actually edit, don't look at it, but at least sit in it for like 3 minutes;; )

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"What?" Everyone minus Kyoya and Mori exclaimed.

"Now known as Emilie Agrest, she is both Tamaki and Adrien's biological mother." Kyoya replied.

"But Kyoya, how do you know that for sure?" Tamaki asks.

"I have the means to track certain family history down. It seems that when I put your and Adrien's history together, there seemed to be some similarities."

"So then, you now where she is? Where my mom is?" Adrien questioned.

"Unfortunately, I don't have that information yet. Madame Emilie seems to be a hard person to locate, I just need more time."

"If you need more time," Marinette pushed herself up and hopped over to him. "What /do/ you have?"

"Emilie moved to Japan with her family in her late tens. She used to work with the Suoh family, where she met your father, Tamaki. Shortly after you were born, Emilie disappeared due to unknown circumstances. Not long after that, she enrolled into fashion, where she met your father Adrien." Kyoya explained.

"And I was born after my parents got married." Adrien added.

"So then that really means we're related." Tamaki concluded.

"And that also means that Marinette didn't hit her head." Hikaru teased.

"Shut up." She muttered, elbowing him in the rib.

There was a small silence as they all sat in their thoughts.

"No offense but," Adrien started, grabbing everyone's attention. "Our mom sucks."

Tamaki didn't like to think bad about his mother, but he couldn't really argue with him.

"You're right, she does." He chuckled, pulling Adrien in for a hug.

Adrien was surprised at first, but he smiled and hugged Tamaki back.

"So, I guess when you said that you'd be his new family, you weren't kidding, huh?" Marinette cooed.

Adrien chuckled softly, pulling away. "Yeah, you're right."

Marinette smiled, seeing the looks on the boys' faces. Both of them seemed to have been fairly alone for a majority of their lives, and it was unfortunate that this is what brought them together.

Still, it was nice to know that they had each other now. Well, along with the support of the host club.

After a delicious dinner and a warm bath, Marinette was struggling to wrap her ankle back the way Kyoya had it. Sure, she could wrap cloth around a mannequin, but the mighty religious figure up above forbid they let Marinette medically wrap her ankle.

She had already given up when there was a knock on her bedroom door. She would've gotten up to open the door, but at this point, she was too frustrated to do anything.

She leaned her head back in her chair. "Come in," She called, setting her foot on the bed as she looked up to the ceiling in defeat.

The door opened and someone came closer. Marinette's head lolled to the windows, taking in the expanse of sky as it twinkled outside, assuming it was Haruhi.

"How's the ankle?"

Marinette snapped to sit up, nearly giving herself whiplash. "Adrien! I, uh, w-what, um, what are you doing here?" She asks.

He smiles, coming closer and sits beside her foot on the bed. "How's it holding up?" He asks, looking down at it.

"It hurts." Marinette sighed softly. "And I can't manage to bandage it back up again." She threw the bandage on the bed to signify her giving up.

"Would you like me to help?" He asks, picking up the bandage.

Marinette flushed lightly. "I-I, you don't have to."

Adrien smiled, straightening the bandage out. "I know I don't have to, but I'd like to." He scoots closer, patting his leg lightly.

Marinette stammered, but she lifts her foot and puts her ankle on his leg nonetheless.

Adrien looked down at her ankle, frowning at how bruised and swollen it had become in the small amount of time that had passed. "Does it hurt a lot?" He asks quietly, as he begins to carefully wrap it.

Marinette worries her bottom lip lightly, anticipating pain, but not getting any yet. "It... Aches. But if I don't put any pressure on it, it's not too bad."

Adrien hummed quietly. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. We should have been there."

Marinette gave a short exhale. "Don't take the blame. I wasn't going to let those girls get harassed. Hurting myself to protect those girls was worth it."

Adrien shakes his head, a small smile on his features. "You're a real heroine, Mari."

She giggles quietly, flushing pink at the nickname. "I'm not all that."

He snorts. "Don't sell yourself short." He says, finishing her ankle. "You're a great bakery, designer, and friend." He smiles.

"Oh, stop." Marinette mumbles, avoiding his gaze as she feels her blush burn brighter.

"Dare I say," Adrien paused, leaning forward to catch her gaze. "Pawsome?" He finished with a little smirk.

Marinette rolled her eyes and she pushed him away by the nose. "Okay, settle down, kitty." She replied, the two of them smiling.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Marinette looking out the window again while Adrien messed with a stray strand from Marinette's bandage.

"When you signed up for this program," Marinette started, not looking away from the window. "Did you everything think that.. all this was going to happen?" She tore her eyes from the view and looked over at Adrien.

Adrien met her gaze and held it for a while, nearly getting lost in the curiosity of her bluebell eyes. "No." He breathed out, looking out to the windows. "Honestly, I thought it was going to be like, a simple getaway? A simple getaway form a caged lifestyle and..." His voice trailed off and he took in a deep breath.

"Now look at you." Marinette said. "From a caged bird, to a Host Club Prince, you've got new friends, and on top of that, you have a half-brother now."

Adrien chuckled, incredulous. "That's the wildest part, to say the least."

Marinette tilted her head to the side and she couldn't determine the look on his face. She smiled softly and she brought her ankle down, leaning forward and resting a hand over his. "But, I hope that everything is going for the best?"

He looked down at her hand and then up at her, smiling fondly. "Of course." He took her hand gently, bringing it up to his lips. "Besides everything, you've been the best thing I've stumbled upon, Princess." He murmurs, pressing a light kiss on top of her knuckles.

Another blush grew over Marinette, overpowering her heart. "You flirt." She, although much against her own wishes, moves her hand away, but he helps her up as she tries to stand and sit on the bed. "Do you tell all your customers that?"

He huffs lightly but smiles. "Not at all. You're my one and only." He winks before he leans in closer and presses a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Marinette had to fight the urge to squawk, to scream, to melt, or straight up die.

Relishing the silence that he's stunned her in, Adrien helps her onto the bed and bids her goodnight.

Marinette was left to the privacy of her own screaming thoughts, where she quickly deflated lock a hot air balloon as all hot flush escaped her head.

Marinette was completely and hopelessly in love with that boy.