What had he done? He mouthed words that his brain failed to comprehend, for the scene that unveiled before him had rendered him speechless. His knees trembled and it took all of his willpower to remain upright. Even his hands shock as he slowly brought his unclenched claws into his view.
He could feel the urge to hurl rising within him - and not just to relieve a case of the hairballs. Yet he managed to keep it down, for it was the only good thing he could manage to do for the time being.
His vision was beginning to blur, even before instinct brought him to wipe his hand across his eyes. Doing so allowed him to make out the spatter that stained his gloves even better than before. The wet splotches were visibly different than the tears that only just graced upon the fabric. They oozed a deep red upon the otherwise unmarred blackness.
He adverted his gaze once more, and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.
It wasn't working.
One of his hands clenched up into a fist as he brought his hand down, taking it and those hideous stains out of his view. What he would do to be able to see that pattern in reverse... and the smile that almost always accompanied it. He could feel a dull trickle slowly cascading down the side of his face as such thoughts drifted through his mind.
Amid his delusions, a dull ringing sang out, almost as if in knowing when his legs sought to collapse under their burden.
It hadn't even been five minutes and yet, it was already beginning to feel like a lifetime. Perhaps even nine.
"I'm so sorry," He mewed with his head hung low, "I should have been paying more attention.
His fist struck against the ground. He could still imagine how the destructive force felt within his fingertips. It was just like the tingling sensation that raced through his very being, For they said that anger too was a rather destructive force.
It was all his fault. His doing, and nothing could change that. That knowledge came in waves, blinding him beneath the anger and rage- and blinding him with tears of sadness and grief. But a change was already taking hold of him, whether he liked it or not. Either was however, he vowed it would be the final one.
He doubted he could ever face the world as such again, knowing the horrible act he had committed. An act committed against someone so similar, and to one similarly beloved. Doing so would just bring back all the painful memories.
Her final words were already haunting his thoughts as the ringing buzzed out for its final time. Her wide-faced grin, an outstretched hand, and a single saying would forever remain as the Black Chat's final memories. A saying he had heard a thousand times over. One he would give anything to heard spoken again.
'Pound It...' and he had done just that.
AN: Thanks for the read. I promise this isn't going to be my only Miraculous fic-lit. And I promise that they aren't all going to be uhh... angsty? like this here one.
Its been a long time since Ive graced Fanfiction and I don't plan to make such an absence again. That said, since I've been gone, I think ive lost my proofreaders && I always like having a second set of eyes look over my writing before I upload. So if anyone would be willing to put up with my awful writing and wishes to help me edit, that would be fantastic.
Thanks.