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*BANG*
Went the door. It made Nathalie flinch, and aware of what had just happened.
Adrien Agreste;
An obedient son....
Just ran out the door....
Did he really leave?
Why didn't she stop him?
She had seen him.....
So why didn't she just grab him?
Why didn't she yell his name out?
Why were there so many ways to blame her for not taking action?
The questions lit up inside her head, which moments later, spun around so she could glare at the father of the boy who ran off.
His eyes were wide, but not with fear
He wasn't even looking at Nathalie;
His attention was on the door that had made that loud sound which had echoed through the deserted mansion moments ago.
The only people who were there was a tall hollow figure and his assistant.
Both of them frozen;
As if time had paused in its normal process.
"Was that my son," The question bounced off the walls of the empty room, almost not reaching the shorter woman. Her mouth just stayed agape at the older man.
He still wasn't looking at her. If it was possible, Nathalie could've sworn that her rapidly beating heart was pounding hard enough on her chest for someone to hear it;
That someone being Gabriel Agreste.
"Answer me, Nath." He glanced down at the smaller figure, a scowl now on his face. "Was that my son who just ran out into the world of hell ruled by Satin!?"
Nathalie gave the older man a concerned look, opening her mouth, about to say the words she had in her head
*'I'll go find him, sir' was what repeated in her head.
But that wasn't what came out of her.
"Fuck you!" Gabriel's expression changed from anger, to complete shock,his mouth left slightly agape.
"Fuck you, you bastard," Nathalie looked the older man dead in the eyes. "All the boy wanted was attention; your attention, but of course you had to screw that up like every other god damn thing!"
Without another word, Nathalie turned on her heels and walked the front door.
Gabriel didn't stop her. He just watched as she slipped out the door.
*
Smack
Smack
Smack
The sound of Nino's lips as he hogged what seemed like thousands of pastries into his mouth made Adrien cringe.
*How the hell is he eating all this without getting full!? This is the third plate!*
"This is absolutely delicious, dudette!"Nino locked his lips, trying to save the taste of what he called 'sweet' . Adrien's eye twitched at the 'manners' Nino used. No wonder why his father sent him off. "Never tasted anything like it!"
"Why thank you, dear," Mrs. Cheng chirped. "I'm glad you enjoyed them!"
*More like 'loves' them* Adrien rolled his eyes, but with a playfull smirk.
"Looks like I should go get some more." She took Nino's plate. "Would you like some croissants, Adrien? You haven't eaten anything since you've got here."
*Shit...* Adrien could've sworn he was sweating.
"U-Uh... "
"Ya, man! Try one!"
Weight
Model
Ticked off father!!
"I don't think I-" He stopped. The kindness laminating out of Sabine's eyes was too much for him to handle.
*Father
Father
FATHER!!*
"...Bien, mais un seul!"
*Dumbass...*
"I'll go get some right now!" With a large grin, Sabine walked off with the tray.
As soon as she was out of his sight, Nino glanced over at the other boy with a sly smirk. "Shut up," Adrien growled.
"I knew you couldn't resist!"
The sudden sound of footsteps stomping down the stairs made both the boys look.
"Hey, boys!" With her hair put in a messy bun, Alya came down the stairs, wearing white jeans, and the . Nino's mouth swung open at the sight of the girl."Watcha think?"
"Who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend...?" Alya just laughed at the comment.
"You doofus! I'm' your girlfriend!" She chuckled. A smile spread across Nino's lips, as he spun his girlfriend around, and back hugging her.
"And 'only' mine."
"Where's Marinette?" Though the question that left his mouth was unintentional, nobody seemed to care at his sudden outburst.
"She's upstairs getting rea-"
BZZZT...*
* BZZZT...* Adrien gasped at the sound, taking his phone out of his pocket.
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'One Message'
From Nathalie S.'
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He let a small groan at the sight, before turning his attention to Nino, who's eyebrow was raised in confusion.
"Its...Nothing," He said, before looking at the text.
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'N.S -I know where you are
A.A:
That's not creepy at all
N.S.-'There's a tracking device on your phone. Your father requested it after he met your 'friend', Nino
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'One Incoming Call From:
Nathalie S.
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Adrien quickly walked out of the bakery leaving his friends with confusion. Leaning on a street lamp, Adrien answered the call.
" You ran off with Nino. The boy your father specifically told you wa-"
"I know, Nathalie!" Adrien hissed.
" Your should be ashamed of yourself! You told nobody about this... 'get together', and you expect it to be 'okay!?' You're father is-"
"Disappointed? Angered? Of course, he is!" Adrien's grip on the phone tightened. " When is he 'not' disappointed in his only son!?"
"You should try to respect him and his thoughts, Adrien!"
"And when has he ever respected mine!? Answer that! Never! He never listens to me Nathalie! So why should I listen to 'him'!?"
If it weren't for the sound of low breathing, the blond would have thought Nathalie had ended the call.
"...Your father 'does' care about you, but-" The boy let out a 'Tsk' at those words. "-But... Ever since your mother went missing... It's been hard for him," Nathalie's tone turned from enraged, to complete empathy for his father.
It made Adrien clench his fist.
"You should have said those words when I was six. Then maybe I would have believed you." His voice was getting shaky now; He knew that. But that didn't stop him from continuing.
"You don't know, how many times I've tried to get him to get his attention. But what does he do!? Nothing. Didn't even look at me. " His throat began to tighten,tears filling his emerald eyes when the past came into mind.
"He doesn't care about me!! He has no 'damn' right to call me his son anymore! I may be related to him, but he is not my father! He treated me like another, fucking stranger in his life! Even 'after my mother disappeared, he had no fucking right to just-"
...To just abandon me
His voice cracked.
After basically ranting about how awful his father was, he was crying. It wasn't the usual silent cry.
No
He was full out sobbing and choking on his sobs at the same time.
His forehead rested on the pole as he sobbed, tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks.
Without looking, Adrien ended the call, making the line go dead on the other side.
"Plagg..." At the call, the black kwami zipped out of his hiding spot and hovered beside his holder's head.
He opened his mouth, about to snap at Adrien about cheese, but at the sight of his holder's condition, Plagg's ears drooped.
"Adrien...?" Plagg sat down on Adrien's shoulder. "You alright?" The cold glare the blond gave told the kwami that he was not *alright*
"Okay, Dumb question. But is there anything-" He looked his holder deep in the eyes. "- Anything I can do for you?"
With his jacket sleeve, the blond wiped away the tears from his cheeks. "Why are you being so... nice all of a sudden?" He asked, wiping tears from his cheek away with his sleeve.
"Because-" Plagg paused, regretting his word of choice. "It doesn't matter. I just want to know if you need anything."
"I-I just...need some time..." He looked up at the kwami, with more tears threatening to fall. "....Alone."
"You know the words," Was the only response given to him.
"Plagg....Transform me."
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**Pitta Pat**
Was the sound the rain made when it dropped on the concrete sidewalk next to the black suited superhero.
The tons of droplets from the sky fell onto both him and the ground below. His cat ears, though fake, twitched every time the sound of the pitta patting was heard, or when the rain landed on his long, knotted up hair.
It felt like he was being stabbed by millions of tiny daggers. But he didn't care. His focus was only what was inside his mind.
*Why is it always me?*
The question kept echoing in his mind.
Chat's tail would occasionally swoosh side to side, the cause of it being that he was frustrated about all the mixed emotions from all the heartbreak in his life.
First, his mother, then his father....
Both missing. His mother was gone in a blink of an eye, thought to have run away. Or even murdered.
But his father...
Not only was the missing pieces of his heart after the day she had gone missing, but he was also missing the large parts of his soul and body that made him the young and creative fashion designer Gabriel Agreste.
Now he was just a hollow figure of a man, no soul inside him....
No heart of love either.
He was...
Dead.
At the word dead, Adrien felt his heart crack more.
Dead was his family;
Dead was the word used instead of missing when the topic of his mother was brought up....
Dead was the word used instead of the hollow when his father first started locking himself up in his own world, ignoring his son's need for attention and love....
Dead was the word Adrien had grown up with since the gates to the Agreste Mansion had been chained up and locked.
Chat clenched his gloved hand, along with his sharp teeth. Anything to stop the tears. It didn't stop them from flowing.
In seconds, it went from only a few teardrops,
To a complete flood.
The tears streamed off of his mask, and down his cheeks, sobs escaping his parted lips.
" Why is it always me!?" Chat screeched, covering his face with his hands.
I'm sick of it.....
In sick of the pain
I'm sick of my life
" ...Chat? "
That voice;
It made him freeze, and finally realize that the rain had stopped;
No, it didn't stop...
He could still hear the thunder and small droplets falling on the ground.
It just wasn't falling on him.
He looked up to see a familiar object above him.
An umbrella;
His umbrella
Chat forced a small smile on his face, before looking up at the girl. "What is a princess like you doing out of your castle?"
"Looking for my stray chaton."
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