Chapter 1: Nothing Wanted

Rating: (T-M) Not for Children.

Pairings: Adrienette, Nalya, etc.

Summary: Rainy Days, black umbrellas, gloomy clouds and depressing emotions. Adrien seemed to have nothing left, nothing to care for, nothing to care for him. As he thought so, "Nothing at All". - [Suicidal!AU]

A/N: Hello, everyone! I hope you all enjoy this short story. Chapters will be long and hopefully not with filler, and they will all explain in depth on why Adrien is this way. Characters are a bit older, 16-17 ish. Oh yeah, there's no Kwamis, so therefore, Adrien was never free. And there are villains still roaming the city. It'll all make sense in the story, I promise. Now, I have to warn you, this story is... sad.

I do not own Miraculous Ladybug.


Adrien's P.O.V

Beloved of all, yet my existence is still nothing to me.

I don't seem to be okay anymore.

I try to be, I try to put on a happy gleaming smile everyday, but it still hurts.

I'm not okay.

Everything hurts, and I seem to become more and more hollow as more days pass by. Or maybe, I'm already as empty as I can be, though, life seems to be sucking even the air of what used to be my happiness.

I don't have friends. I don't have a father who loves me. I don't have anything at all.

Sometimes, I create an illusion that I have people around me who show me what it means to be loved, who hug me and tell me that I am cared for.

That I am important, not just to some dumb company for Fashion, but to them specifically; that their world without me in it will never be okay.

That without me, they'll be sad.

But no.

I'm not cared for, I'm nothing.

All I am to everyone's eyes is some model, a model who's perfect body and face stays happy and rich all the time.

And these illusions-they convince me in a way that anyone would consider crazy, but I don't care.

Not about myself, not about anyone.

Sometimes I end up crying, because I no longer can go back to imagining being comforted, or imagine getting cared for.

No, I end up back in reality.

Who I've slowly ended up accepting, besides the constant blows it throws at me.

Nobody knows what I'm going through.

Not even my closest 'servants', (as what my father wants to call everyone), let alone my father.

I tried escaping from this hell once, to breath in the sweet placid air from the outside, to go to a public school in hopes to make friends. That was 3 years ago, where I planned to make a decision one of my illusions offered me. I thought it was great, I thought it would have been best, and I really did think I was going to make it.

The workers caught me, though. And Father ordered-demanded for me to never go. To never come back there, because having friends would be useless.

Having friends would be dangerous, he said to me, that having friends will only hold you back from your real goal.

I didn't seem to understand how and why that would be a bad thing. If that's everything I wanted, a single friend. Or, not even a friend, just a person to talk to.

And I'm angry, now, that after three fucking years, I'm still here, empty and alone.

I remember long ago where a girl by the name of Chloe had once told me that she would be my best friend, that she would always be there for me no matter what.

Where was she now? Now that I'm in the verge of tears, tears that haven't fallen since the death of my beloved mother.

Now, when the skies cry for me, when all I see are the black umbrellas of other people leading their free lives.

Now, where I'm standing, at the edge of a bridge where I claim to want to end myself over little things.

While here, I escaped through one of the high windows of my Father's Mansion, in order to just throw myself over out here, where I know they won't find my body in the water, just like they couldn't find my mom.

I could be happy and just meet my mother.

Now, that I'm here, with nothing wanted.

Nothing at all.


Narrator's P.O.V

Marinette loved the rain.

She loved how it fell to the ground, and she just loved it when the rain smell would reach her nose.

Happy is what she could describe herself feeling, now that school was out of her way.

In truth, had her friends, which helped her feel happy.

But that wasn't the real reason she was happy today.

No, she was happy today because today, this very day, she would finally try and sign herself up to join the "Gabriel's Exquisite VĂȘtements" company as at least a coffee maker.

She would try now, to start off slow, and to gradually build herself to the top.

Everyone agreed to her idea, everyone told her that it was possible, and to try not to become worried over what they chose.

Marinette felt confident.

"Today's the day!" She told herself cheerfully, "I really do hope that I get a job there, haha.." She muttered to herself awkwardly, looking down at the wet asphalt.

Marinette buried herself into her scarf, and inhaled the deep scent of lavender and cinnamon.

She felt giddy.

Looking up, she lowered her pink umbrella, and held out her hand to feel the rain.

Even if she felt the rain lightly prickle and land on her face, she felt relaxed when the same dew drops would land on her hand.

It felt like sharp little doe needles, like tip-tapping against a smooth glazed surface.

It felt odd to her, and she loved it.

Marinette stared up at the rain, and blinked rapidly when one of the droplets landed in her eye.

Curse her dreaded bad luck.

No matter, she still enjoyed the day.

When people began to stare at her weirdly, Marinette sheepishly raised her umbrella up again, and continued to tread on her way back home to her bakery.

That's when she heard it. The murmur among a group of some people who passed by, looking past where she stood.

"Is that guy okay?" "Oh he'll be fine, he might just be enjoying the rain" "He looks like he might jump" "Nah, he's just looking down at the water."

Marinette looked up, and froze when she saw a hooded figure standing by the edge of the bridge, seeming as if he were about to do something drastic.

Marinette seemed to panic when he looked over down the bridge, noticing small droplets fall from his eyes, nothing like the rain. It almost looked as if...he were crying.

Were they telling the truth...? Was he really just enjoying the view...?

She didn't know.

Honestly, she wants to help him deeply, but what if he doesn't need any help? What if she just suddenly interrupts his peace just by over-reacting?

Sighing, she was about to turn back around when she caught a bare glimpse of him tilting over, and that's when she saw it.

The hollow soul inside his eyes, who took a glance at her, before returning back to what he was about to do. His foot stepped out...

Quickly, without even thinking, Marinette ran to the bridge, opposite to her direction, and rushed to him in an attempt to stop him.

It seemed that he was about to literally jump, and she cried, "Stop!" to try and see if he halted. She didn't care if other people that passed by would look at her. All she wanted to do is stop whatever was about to happen.

It seemed that he did hear her, and he turned to her, eyes widened.

Marinette caught up and dropped her purse to the floor, and reached over to pull him from the edge, to bring him closer to the firm ground. The umbrella she was holding fell to the ground, exposing her delicate body to the rain.

The Blond, as she could see his hair now that she was close, was alarmed, and he stared at her now, his green eyes still dripping tears.

"Stop...!" She huffed, looking at him now, worried, "Don't..jump!"

His face contorted to one of sadness again, and he turned back towards the bridge.

It seemed that he was about to head back over there and do it, but Marinette held onto his arm tightly, much to her surprise. "Please, don't jump." She whispered, and he gloomily looked down, and then tried to part away from her touch.

He had said nothing the whole time, and Marinette, out of respect, let go, and tried not to induce anymore panic as he began to head back to the edge.

"Please, I... please listen to me. I know you don't know me," She almost let out an eep when he began to climb over, and Marinette had to stop herself from legitimately pulling him back. "I know you...I know you feel as if this is the best decision at the moment, but it's not good. I know my opinion isn't...valid for you, but please understand, that even in your state of misery, this is a choice most known to be regretful.." Marinette told him sincerely, and the blond took a look back at her.

He had no tears now, but he was still up for the decision to jump off. Somehow, she managed to keep him there, still at the edge, but at least there, still alive.

When she received no answer, she continued, and hoped that she would somehow change the boy's mind. "I know it's...terribly hard," Marinette breathed in, and exhaled, "But I promise you now, that life goes on, and it becomes better." She sadly smiled at him, raising her hands up at an attempt to bring him back to the steady floor. "Trust me, from stranger to stranger. Whatever is happening, nothing is worth losing your life over. Keep going, push on." Marinette whispered shyly, smiling sadly up at him as she held her hand out for him to hold onto.

The boy pondered in thought. He didn't know this girl. But she was right.

Even if she was, he still wanted to do it. Because he decided he waited enough, and waiting another day could just bring him into a state of psycho.

He literally struggled to make a decision. Because it was hard, it was hard because he couldn't know what would be better. He couldn't see any happiness coming for him, because he forgot what that was.

But... when he saw her there, a complete stranger holding out her hand, coping him out of the decision he was about to make, he realized something.

Maybe he might not jump, maybe he won't do just that because he's heard of people who've had worse and still pushed through.

Maybe he just needed a guidance to keep going, and just maybe, this stranger here, could possibly become someone that could do just that.

A friend, perhaps.

Taking her warm hand, he lowered himself and stood directly in front of her, still staring at her in crippling loneliness.

"Believe me, when I tell you this," Marinette started again, relieved that he took her hand, "I know what it's like to feel as if one is nothing."

The boy still held his frown, still thinking about the options here. The bridge was right there, but then again, so was she.

"You might not want to, but, I can help you..." Marinette said softly, placing her other hand over the one he kept holding, a now warm cocoon over it, "From a friend to a friend."

Adrien had doubts. Many, many doubts.

"A friend.." He muttered to himself, still staring at her dully, expressionless now.

The rain continued, landing on both of them with light taps.

"A friend." Marinette repeated, smiling happily at him.

He held onto her hand, even while she was picking up her things. And then, he saw her. He saw her there, this time, fully. He saw her there as some kind of hope. Some kind of miracle."My name's Adrien." He told her softly, and Marinette paused, looking up at him.

With the same happy smile, she held up her pink umbrella over them, so that the rain could avoid them. "Marinette. A pleasure to meet you." She told him, staring deeply into his ever so pretty emerald eyes.

Adrien, for the first time in a while, let out a small but delicate smile.

Though, even if this girl was here, he still felt empty.

He still felt nothing.

Nothing at All.

But...maybe it could change.


A/N: Sorry, I know this chapter's short but uh, um, forgive me please, haha.

And uh, just before I continue with this story, I'd like to tell you all, that, you're here now, why not make the most of what you are?

Toodles~

Ana.