"I'm freaking done with this. Plagg! We're leaving!"

"What? Adrien, we can't leave Paris. You know this. Paris needs both Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"Doesn't mean it needs Adrien Agreste!"

"Don't you think you're being a bit rash? I mean, have you thought this through at all?"

"Plagg, I have been planning my fake death for weeks and I've only been putting it off because I thought at least Nathalie cared for me at home. But now I know that she only wants to get on fath- that man's good side. I've thought this through many, many times."

"Okay, well, how are you going to hide? I mean, you can't stay as Chat Noir forever and people will recognize you as Adrien."

"I've got colored contacts, makeup, and hair dye for that. Trust me, I've thought this through. I also have a stash of cash that I can use until I find a job."

"Wow, kid. You're really gonna do this, aren't you."

Adrien stops and looks Plagg dead in the eye. "Yes. Yes I am."

"Well, are you gonna tell your friends? Your classmates will be devastated. They really do care about you."

"I've written letters to Nino, Alya, and a few others saying that I'm faking my death and running away to China. The letters also state that if they want to say anything to me, they can reach me through Chat Noir."

"Wait, back to your 'disguise', won't someone still recognize you if you live so close?"

"That's why I'll be living as Emma Thomas."

"A girl? Adrien, what? Is this why you've been trying to grow your hair out?"

"Yes."

"Huh. You've covered all the bases I can think of. I'll bring more up if I think of any."

"Feel free to keep those to yourself until further notice."

"Duly noted. I'm guessing you have an apartment set up or something? I won't stand for you living on the streets like some common alley cat."

"Aw, you do care."

"It's hard to find camembert out on the streets, okay?!"

"Whatever you say, bud."

The next morning, (a Saturday, thankfully) Paris was in a panic. Adrien Agreste had left his home in the middle of the night and left a suicide note saying he would drown himself in the Atlantic ocean. A taxi driver said that he had been hired to drive a young man with blonde hair and green eyes to the coast for a very large amount of money. The young man has apparently been mumbling about a welcoming embrace and empty shell of a house.

Only a few teens were remotely calm at the loss of Adrien Agreste.

One with Bluebell eyes tried to goad her parents into regular trips to China. And that they should share the trips with her friends who insisted that they would love nothing more than to go to China.

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Yeah, I don't really know why I did this other than the fact that I can't find a fic where Adrien is just done.I have plans for the trips but I'll need to do some research regarding French school breaks and Chinese tourist spots.Don't worry about Hawkmoth during those trips. He won't really be important in this fic at all. I rarely care about antagonists.If you don't like that,..Wait, do you hear that?...Sounds an awful lot like a you-problem.