Author's Note: This is a connected story for Plagg Appreciation Week. I'll be posting one chapter a day for the next 7 days. I hope you'll enjoy this fic.

A huge thank you to Remasa, for patiently listening to my ramblings about this fic and for valuable advice!

xxx Warning: Contains spoilers to season 2 xxx

Day 1. Cheese

Silver light flooded the silent room at the Agreste Mansion, casting plaid shadows over the floor and distant walls covered with books and CDs. It was way past midnight. Adrien was snoring happily, exhausted after another eventful day. Plagg somehow couldn't. Another akuma, another close call. Too close to his liking. His kittens were always a bit reckless and selfless when it came to their bugs, but the kwami never could get used to this. That dark anxiety and exasperation sat in the pit of his little stomach, and ate him from the inside.

Thankfully Adrien never remembered all those times he disappeared, got possessed, or ceased to exist. Plagg wasn't in control so he couldn't be affected. But he remembered each and every one of them, when he floated in the dimensionless limbo until his counterpart could bring him back. She always did. He knew she always would. There was no time flow when he got suspended like that, so one could think it took mere moments. For Plagg it took eternity and not once had he been sure that he would go back to his current holder, instead of getting to slumber in the ring again because there was no one to come back to.

The little cat flew to the window and peeked outside. He preferred sunlight. It warmed his old magical bones and chased the shadows away. Everything looked better in the sunlight, moonlight reminding him too much of his cold silver prison. He sighed. That glowing wheel in the sky was only making him more hungry. For freedom, for warmth, for life. And of course for cheese.

There was no cheese. He had been so hungry after that last battle, he wolfed everything Adrien had in the room, even his emergency stock. Ceasing existence miraculously raises one's appetite. A loud grumble of complain rolled over the room. The black hole residing in his stomach clearly demanded a sacrifice. It simply couldn't wait until morning, so Plagg set on his journey through the mansion in the direction of the kitchens.

Soon he found the pantry and phased inside with his usual intent to grab enough cheese to stuff himself into a lactose coma. There was the last wheel of his favorite Camembert Le Châtelain looking very lonely on its shelf. Plagg put his tiny paws on the box and inhaled deeply.

And then the cheese jerked and jumped.

'What the hell?!' The kwami spluttered.

His cheese shot right out of his grip and moved towards the distant wall of the pantry and to an air vent set in it. It was clearly gaining speed.

Now Plagg always liked his cheese runny. But running cheese was a different matter. He snarled as if the dairy product personally offended him and then he dashed after it and into the air duct.

It was dark, dusty and it smelled much worse than Plagg would have imagined. Thankful for his night vision the kwami followed his meal avoiding any obstacles on his way. Whenever he lost sight of the box all he needed to do was to listen for the soft clatter of metal tunnels to know which way to choose.

Soon he got to another air vent, the cheese waiting invitingly at the end of the duct. He launched himself hoping to finally grab it, but it betrayed him again and dropped out of the duct and into a spacious room.

Plagg blinked. He didn't recall ever being in this part of the mansion. Fluttering white shapes occupied almost the whole floor, glowing faintly in the darkness. The walls and ceiling were dome-shaped with metal grating serving as the support for the structure. The kwami whistled silently. This was interesting.

He carefully flew down to the place where he spotted his fugitive cheese. Now he could make out a delicate thread attached to its side. As he drew closer a creepy feeling bubbled unpleasantly in his stomach, and it wasn't hunger. He made a beeline for the box, this time intent on keeping it still. As he jumped to catch the camembert a lavender blob appeared next to it. It then dawned on Plagg that those fluttering shapes on the floor were butterflies.

'You have got to be kidding me!' He groaned watching Nooroo's lips quirking in a shy smile.

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