Chapter One - Gone

Hey guys! It's Dagger. You guys might be confused as to why I have released this story on here whenever I already have another Strings, Knots, and Laces on here. However, if you've been following my progress with that story, you should already have that answer. Either way, I'll give you my explanation. I stated in my author's note of the original (aka chapter six) that I was putting it on break while I mapped out a more set story line that could flow more smoothly. Depending on how much changed, I was either going to just rewrite the chapters already in the story or post a whole new version. I have decided that the story has changed so much that I should republish it as a different story, which is also useful as now I have actually watched the entire season of Miraculous Ladybug. Currently the plan is that after this one is up for a few days and I've made sure there's an update to the original saying this one is up, I'm going to delete the original and just leave this one up. c;

But hey, enough about me! Let's hit right into the story. Although, let me give a warning for any of you who have not read a story of mine yet. I write in the first person, which doesn't appear to be super common here. However, I'll do my best to make sure the perspective of the chapter is as clear as possible.

Now we can go on to the story itself.


Chat Noir's Point of View


"Happy anniversary." I whisper into the cold, lonely night air from where I'm currently crouched on the roof. "It's been a year since I lost them both."

The day isn't really one that I should be commemorating for any reason. However, if I don't do anything to try and brighten the mood I have set for myself, than this day will be even worse than usual. I am almost always in a bad mood as it is, but then again, all of Paris is as well. However, with my luck, I'd manage to get myself akumatized if I let this day give me any more grief that normal. It's hard, now that I've lost two more important people in my life on top of my mom.

No, using the word 'lost' makes it sound like they died. They aren't dead; I refuse to even consider that as a possibility. They are only missing and needing to be found. I'm sure that if they had died, I would have felt something in my soul.

That optimism is part of the little cheerfulness I have though. While Adrien tries to keep smiling and be the good poster child, Chat Noir can be as pessimistic and depressed as he wants. At this point, my puns are pathetic, if I dare to even attempt to make one. For the most part, I avoid them like the plague. It's not like there's anyone to tell them to if I did make them.

Half the time, I wonder if Paris has noticed that I've lost the spring in my step. After all, I'm still a hero for Paris, a city that I love with people that I care deeply about in it. Yet I can't help but struggle with remembering why I continue to save it alone. But to be fair, Paris doesn't even need much saving these days. There are still akumas, but I've been seeing less and less of them. With the gaps between them getting wider and wider, I'm staring to grow concerned. Is Hawk Moth just getting bored of this game, or is he distracted by something else? Despite the odd lack of attacks, I have continued to keep up my nightly patrols, even though they're lonely. After all, who knows what I could stumble upon during my patrols? Not that my patrols are just patrols anymore, because they have also turned into hunting missions. However, when I keep my eyes out it gives me a chance to stop a cat burglar or some other horrible, nonakumatized villain while I look.

But honestly, I'm lucky that I have had any luck with akuma fights. Without Ladybug's ability to de-evilize the akumas, I was rather sunk. Thankfully I caught on to the disappearance of Ladybug before an akuma attacked, but it still did leave me with a dilemma of how to handle one when one did appear. Thankfully, Plagg actually gave me a good idea for one, if I'm giving credit where credit is due. He was very adamant on using glass jars to trap them and then stashing those in my room, saying that once Ladybug was back she could deevilise them. It does solve my akuma problem, but I don't know why he is so sure that my lady will return. I am starting to wonder if I'm ever going to see her again.

It's not that I don't want to believe that I will see her again. I want that with all my heart. However, as the days drag on without even the slightest hint of where she could be, I don't know if hanging on to my hope is foolish. I haven't even just been waiting for her. I really have tried to find her, but how am I supposed to find her when I don't know who she is as a civilian? How am I supposed to know what's going on when I don't know if this is her choice or not?

The fateful day, which feels like it occurred a lifetime ago even though it has only been a year, will forever be etched in my mind. It's one of the worst days I have ever experienced, matched only by one other. That other day is, of course, the day I lost my mother. However, that was over two years ago. The day I'm commemorating today happened a year ago, marking today as the anniversary. I suppose technically one happened tonight last year and the other happened the next day, but because they happened at roughly the same time, I count them as the same.

The first one I lost was Ladybug. Perhaps what makes that day even worse was the fact that the day was so normal. I hadn't even realized it was going to be my last time seeing her. I had had a quick argument with Plagg, transformed, and then met up with Ladybug for patrol. The routine was almost boring at that time as it was just a patrol, but now I'd give anything for that seemingly mundane moment to be back. I'd flirted with her like usual, and it was once again to no avail. I could tell she wasn't taking me seriously, and I was desperate to do something different.


She looks up at me from where she sits, her legs dangling off the roof. We had stopped after making our way over Paris' rooftops, and now I'm looking down at her from my perch atop someone's chimney. We'd bantered a bit with her rejecting my flirting as usual, and now our conversation had fallen into a lull as I contemplate whether or not I should prove to Ladybug that I'm not just playing around.

"Chat got your tongue?" The teasing comment takes me by surprise as I look at my partner, who looks quite pleased with herself.

I give her a somewhat lopsided grin. "Did you just make a pun, m'lady?"

She stands up so we're closer in height and laughs, which is music to my ears. "Well, you weren't responding, and I figured that since you love puns, that might draw you out."

It's a good thing it's dark and we're masked, because otherwise Ladybug would see how white my face has gone. I was ignoring her? Oh gosh, that's not going to prove my point at all. "Bugaboo, I'm so sor-"

She laughs again and shakes her head, booping me on the nose with her finger as she does. "Kitty, no need to apologize. What were you thinking about?"

I open my mouth, completely ready to tell her exactly what I was contemplating to finally put it out in the open, but then I see the look on Ladybug's face. She's all smiles and chuckles, but there's something off. Her smile is to too wide and too strained. There's something off about how she's acting, and it's concerning. As much as I want to tell her what I'm thinking, whatever is up with her takes priority.

"I'm more concerned with what you are thinking." I say, trying to keep the mood light of my concern. "Are you okay?"

"I suppose you would be able to see right through me." She says with a weak chuckle, and I can see that she's obviously uncomfortable. "I was just thinking about stuff, Chat. Nothing important."

"It's important to me." I argue, tilting my head in concern. "I'm your partner and hear to listen, so talk to me. What's up?"

Seeming resigned to the fact that I want to know, she seats herself at the base of my chimney, crossing her legs and look up at me. Taking that as a cue, I hop down and seat myself across from her in a similar style. I don't speak, wanting to give her the opportunity to start this.

After a few moments more of silence, she finally speaks. "I-It's silly stuff. Just, you know, thinking about being a hero for Paris." There's a sadness in her eyes as she changes her position so that she can hug her legs up to her chest, giving her a bit of an ability to hide her face. "Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just disappeared."

I gape at her, completely shocked at this trail of though. "We would be lost without you. I would be lost without you. And what about the akumas? We need you for that."

She chuckles and shakes her head. "No, I don't mean if Ladybug disappeared, Chat. I mean if I disappeared as a civilian."

"Why would you even think that?" I'm so confused as to what would make my lady even consider something like this. "People would miss you, m'lady. You're amazing! What about your family? Your friends?"

She gives me a weak shrug, seeming so small and vulnerable, not too unlike the girl who fought Stoneheart beside me. "You don't understand, Chat. I...I'm not like Ladybug without the mask. I'd go so far to say I'm downright pathetic. I'm a huge let down. If I were to disappear, I don't think anybody's life would change."

It hurts to hear her say things like this about herself. "There's no way that's true."

"You don't even know who I am under the mask." She says with a bitter chuckle. "How do you know that it's not?"

"Because I know you, m'lady. No matter who you are, you are far from anything you said." I hope that she can tell how confident I am in these statements. "I just wish you would trust me with who you are under the mask."

"I can't." Her voice hitches at the end, but her face is hidden against her knees again, so I can't tell if she's crying. I'll never forgive myself if I made Ladybug cry. "There are so many reasons why I can't, Chat. For my safety. For your safety. For other people's safety. But," She hesitates for a moment before finishing, "I'm also afraid to see how much I disappoint you."

She thinks that seeing who she is as a civilian would disappoint me? "That could never happen. You could never disappoint me, m'lady."

She shakes her head. "I'm ordinary and useless. I don't even have the confidence to talk to my crush."

My heart sinks in my chest. Crush? Ladybug has a crush on someone? "And who is the lucky boy to steal your heart?"

"Doesn't matter." She says with a shrug. "He wouldn't care if I disappeared either. Most of the time I don't think he even remembers I exist."

"Then he's not worth it." I say firmly. Who would be oblivious enough to not notice this beautiful girl crushing on them?

That causes her to peek up, eyes wide and startled. "Chat!"

Now I'm slightly defensive. "How could someone not notice you? You're beautiful, smart, clever, kind, intelligent, brave..." I trail off in my rambling to see the tiny smile peeking out on her face. "Ladybug, you know I care about you, right?"

She laughs, a real laugh this time. "Of course I do, chaton. We're partners! I care about you and you care about me. We have each others backs."

"Yep." I give her my lopsided smile as I stand up, deciding not to push what I really meant. Not now, when she's so vulnerable. There will be another time, a right time. "So don't go disappearing on me, okay, Bugaboo?"

"Okay." She nods.

I offer her my hand to help her stand as I ask, "Promise?"

"Promise." She accepts and I pull her to her feet.

"And if one of us ever goes missing, the other promises to never stop looking till we find them, right?" I add, looking her in the eyes to make sure she understand.

"I promise." She nods, looking happier already.

"Good. I do too." I grin, pleased. "Shall we finish are paw-trol, m'lady," I gesture to the rooftops before, "Or should we continue in our lovely little paw-se to enjoy how purr-fect this night looks?"

"Oh gosh, not the puns!" She moans playfully. "Let's finish this patrol fast so that they'll stop."

I place a hand over my heart in mock hurt. "Why must you wound me in such a fashion? You know my puns are pun-believable."

She rolls her eyes, but I can tell her spirits have lifted. "Come on, kitty. I actually need to get some sleep for tomorrow. I have important things to do."


I let out a shaky breath, forcing myself to halt in my walk down memory lane. The rest of patrol had gone smoothly, with nothing that even offered a clue as to what happened. I've replayed the night time and time again in my head, but I still can't find a single clue as to what could have happened to Ladybug or any sign of where she might have gone. The whole situation makes my head spin, because there is truly nowhere to start without knowing Ladybug's identity, and there's no one who knows that except for her and her kwami, who is nowhere to be found. She promised me she wouldn't disappear. Surely she would have told me something, given me some sort of warning if she were leaving. She wouldn't have just upped and left. She said herself that we're partners. That means that this can't be her choice. So why is this happening?

But of course, my luck couldn't just cause me to lose one important person to disappear from my life. No, instead I had to lose two people, and the second one has had just as much of an impact on my life. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, whose last encounter with me was at the end of the school day the day after my last patrol with Ladybug. The thought of that last meeting is like a punch in the gut. At least Ladybug's last talk with me ended on good terms. My last talk with Marinette, on the other hand, was a huge mess.


"Your fencing practice is so boring." Plagg grumbles in my ear, making himself at home on shoulder as I toss my gym bag over my other, unoccupied one. "I think I liked your fencing instructor better when he was Darkblade." I glare at him out of the corner of my eyes, and he has the sense to backtrack. "Not really, of course. Akumas are bad, and besides, that would mean you'd have to transform to battle him. But that would mean camembert..." He trails off, getting a dreamy look in his eyes while I roll mine. This was typical behavior for my kwami, but that didn't mean it was any less annoying. "Speaking of which, you could've at least left me some in your locker while you were at practice. Instead I just had to lay in the dark and nap on an empty stomach."

"You are going to run me dry, you greedy nuisance. I'll be broke because of you." I grumble in response, pushing the door open and stepping into the hallway. "Then you'll never get camembert from me again."

Plagg just scoffs, obviously not concerned in the least about that reality becoming true. "Please, Adrien. You're so rich, I doubt buying a gold, huge statue of camembert would make a dent in your richness." As if realizing what he has just suggested, he says with an almost maniacal grin, "Speaking of which-"

"No. There is no way you are ever getting one of those." I stop that request right there before it can go anywhere else. Something based on camembert and that is shiny? That's just begging for trouble with Plagg. He'd never transform me again because he'd be too distracted by it. "Also, I don't think you are using the word 'richness' correctly, if you are trying to refer to me being rich. 'Richness' is a word you would use to refer to something like chocolate cake, not a person and their money."

The troublemaker opens his mouth to try and respond, but doesn't get the chance when I swat him off my shoulder as I turn the corner. Obviously offended, he grumbles, "What the heck?"

I hiss "Shut up and hide you!" at him as I slowly shuffle my way down the hallway, trying to give Plagg enough time to hide before the person ahead sees him.

Realizing the problem, he quickly dives into my gym bag - which I thankfully had left slightly unzipped - before I zip it up and pick up the pace to talk to who is up ahead. As I get closer, I mentally slap myself for not realizing who it was. It's my friend, Marinette, twirling a pencil idly in her hands. It seems like she's distracted, but I'm not sure why she's still here. It feels like someone's watching us, but when I look up, there's no one else to be seen where the hallway turns up ahead.

I could just walk by the girl who hasn't noticed me and leave her waiting for whatever she's here for so I can go home and talk to Plagg about the oddness of last night's patrol again, but that feels wrong to do to the kind bluenette. Not counting our brief talk last night and this morning about it, I've been waiting all day to talk to the black cat kwami about that. I suppose I can wait a little longer. Besides, I consider Marinette to be my friend. I'm not sure if she feels the same way though. Does she still hate me? I know that our relationship started out on the wrong foot, but I apologized for that as soon as possible. She acted like she had forgiven me whenever I gave her my umbrella and talked to her, but even with out mutual friendship through Nino and Alya accompanied with my few encounters with her, I'm not sure if she has. Sometimes it gets better for a while and I think that we might actually be making our way to a proper friendship point, but then I always wonder if she actually wants us to be friends.

"Oh, hey, Marinette!" I say, stopping in front of her.

Mari's blue eyes jerk up to look at me the moment I say her name, and she drops her pencil in fright before properly focusing on me, cheeks flushing red from embarrassment. "A-Adrien!" She always seems to be doing that around me, and if I'm honest, it makes me feel bad.

"I'm so sorry." I have to resist the urge to slap my forehead. "Let me grab that."

I lean over, picking up her pencil and handing it to her as she stammers. "Y-You thank." Her cheeks flush bright as she squeaks, "No, wait! Uh, I mean, th-thank you." I watch her slide her backpack off her one shoulder and shove the pencil into the front pocket. Then she pulls it back on and nervously fiddles with the strap of her purse. "Uh, what are you doing here? Fencing practice?"

I smile, hoping to kill some of the awkwardness and maybe give her some encouragement. "That's the one." My tactic doesn't seem to be working though, because her cheeks just go even redder. "What about you?"

She seems surprised by the question, and I cringe inwardly. Was that not something I was supposed to ask? "Oh, uh, I was just working on a project I've been discussing with Nathaniel. I wanted to if he asked him. No, wait," She shakes her head furiously, "I mean that I asked him if he wanted to." I'm assuming I'm not supposed to hear her, but I ctch her whisper under her breath, "Oh gosh, I'm so embarrassing."

"Nathaniel from our class?" She nods, breaking eye contact to stare at the ground. "Evillustrator?"

"Ya," She makes eye contact with me in order to make a face, obviously confused as to why that's the first thing I think of with our classmate. I don't know why it is either. Maybe because he asked her out on a date? It just seems odd that they would be getting close after he nearly sunk us in the river, not that Marinette knows I was there, "He's apologized for that whole thing. We're friends now."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I was judging him." I apologize. This whole conversation is a complete mess. "What are you guys working on?"

"It's an art project of sorts. He saw some of my clothing designs and we were talking, and then I had an idea." She beams, growing more and more excited with each word. Her happiness seems to have completely erased her stutter. "I make my designs and wear them, and then he's supposed to give me a few tips on it, although it tends to just be him laughing at my ridiculous poses since he doesn't know much about fashion. Once I'm happy, I'll pose and he draws it. This is going to be our third time doing it, and Lila is going to be doing it with us, but I'm waiting for Nathaniel to finish his after-school, advanced art class."

"Oh, that's cool." I may not know Marinette very well, but there's a part of me that wishes I knew her well enough to do something like that for her. I know fashion; I could totally offer her some tips, and I'd certainly love to see her designs after seeing her hat that won my father's competition. "Do you do it at the school?"

She shakes her head. "Oh no, not at the school. We've been meeting at my house to work on it," So he gets all the nice Dupain-Cheng bakery treats? He certainly knows how to milk the system, "But this time we're doing it at Lila's."

I nod, giving her a smile. Now the conversation lulls a bit, relapsing into its former awkwardness, and I can't think of anything else to say. This is probably a good time to end the conversation.

"We-" I begin to say my goodbyes, but Marinette interrupts.

"There's another reason I was - am - staying after school." She says quickly, staring down at the ground. "I, uh, wasn't planning to do it, especially not when Alya was gone. But Lila was saying that it was time," That's right, I forgot that Marinette had adopted Lila as a friend and that the Italian transfer had grown quite close to her. It was why Marinette didn't always sit with Nino, Alya, and I at lunch anymore, "And another friend of mine, a really good friend, made me realize that she's right." What really good friend would that be? I didn't realize Marinette had any friends outside of school, except for Ladybug, although she doesn't know that I'm aware they know each other since only Chat Noir knows that. Maybe it was Ladybug who helped her decide whatever this is? "Am I stalling? I'm totally stalling." She fiddles with her purse strap before finally taking a deep breath and making eye contact with you. "Adrien, you're an awesome friend and I have a huge crush on you but I've been too pathetic to even form a full sentence around you, let alone confess my feelings. But I had to do it at some point and so here you go. Now you know."

She looks so vulnerable, but I'm completely taken aback, and my mouth moves before my brain can fully comprehend the situation. "I like someone else, Marinette. No, not just like. I love them, and it doesn't matter how long I have to wait to win their heart, because I will wait. I'm sorry."

"Hehe, it's okay." She says with a smile that's stretched far too wide across her face, but her voice breaks. Carefully she wipes her one eye with her sleeve, nodding her head. "Sh-She's a lucky girl, whoever she is. Really lucky."

"She is. She's beautiful and intelligent, brave, kind..." I trail off, thinking about my lovely lady in my mind.

Marinette dabs at her eyes again, breathes coming in short and quick bursts. "I...I have to go. Um, Nathaniel's class is probably over by now. S-See you tomorrow, A-A-Adrien."

Then she goes stumbling away, rushing off at a speed I didn't even know Marinette was capable of. At the end of the hallway she trips, and someone catches her. The brown-haired girl steps into my line of sight, and I shuffle slightly closer even though I feel horrible, making out enough details to see the familiar jacket and realize it's Lila.

The concern in her voice is obvious as she asks the bluenette, "What happened?"

"He likes someone else, Lila." My poor friend chokes out. "He loves her and I don't blame him, she sounds amazing. So much better than me."

It's only then that I realize I never told Marinette that I still wanted to be friends. She thinks I want nothing to do with her now? Horrified, I begin to open my mouth to shout for her to come back, stretching my hand out as if I could drag her back. However, Lila casts a glare at me, and I drop my hand and shut my mouth. That girl isn't going to let me anywhere near poor Marinette.

"Oh, Mari," Lila coos, stroking her hair, "I'm so sorry."

Wait, this was Lila's idea? That is what Marinette said earlier, unless I misheard her. Lila knows I like Ladybug. Did she forget? She used that to her advantage in her lies before Ladybug interrupted our meeting and she became Volpina. Didn't she realize it wasn't just a celebrity crush? Surely she has to have realized that it's more than that, but with Lila's relationship with Marinette, she wouldn't have set her up to get rejected either. This is all so confusing and I feel horrible.

"Let's just go. We can get Nathaniel and leave. Go w-work on the p-pr-project at your house." Marinette manages to get the words out and Lila links their arms together, guiding her along and away from the area.


That memory is even more painful to relive than my last one with Ladybug. For one thing, as I've beaten myself up for several times, it was a horrible last time to see her. That rejection could've gone so much smoother. There are so many more things I should've said and I regret every moment that I let Lila scare me off from doing so. That was one of the largest mistakes I could have made. Also, if I'd paid more attention, maybe I could have seen some clue I missed when it came to Marinette's disappearance. What if I somehow caused her disappearance because I put her in a distressed state? That's the worst thing about this whole mess. If I had just not stopped to talk to her and not given her the opportunity to confess her feelings to me, or if I had thought more about what I was saying when letting her down, things would've somehow gone differently and she wouldn't have disappeared. Why can't I have a single clue, some small detail to give me any sort of tip off or clue as to where to begin to search for her.

I suppose another thing that makes Marinette's disappearance more jarring is the fact that while the police didn't really try to find Ladybug, - not that I blame them since there wasn't really a way for them to and there was no telling if she'd left by choice or not - they did try to search and hunt down Marinette. They talked to her distraught parents, who had seen her come home that day but then found her room empty that morning. They talked to our class, where the only information that could be given was Nathaniel saying they'd worked on a project that afternoon at Lila's house and Lila saying she'd walked Marinette home. Both said they'd seen no clue as to her going missing. The police tracked down every person who might have some sort of clue as to where she was, urging people to stop forth and give some sort of information. None of us had a single clue. Her room was relatively undisturbed, but there was enough stuff missing - namely her purse and backpack, along with whatever contents were inside them - that the police weren't necessarily willing to strike running away as out of the question. I'm not sure if that's better or worse, but it's disturbing none the less. Plus it doesn't give us any clue what we need to worry about, so for all I know, she could be dead and at the bottom of the river somewhere, leaving me to feel guilty.

Of course the parents were in a huge tizzy at our school. The entire city of Paris was alerted to the situation. Lila and some of the other transfer students at the school left, their parents obviously no longer comfortable leaving them there. I don't know if any of them are still in Paris or if they went somewhere else in Paris. They might have even gone back home. It was a horrendous last year, but this year has had people relaxing a bit. Marinette's disappearance has been put on the back burner. New students have joined our school, parents apparently okay with it again.

With no leads after so long, the police finally announced a few weeks ago that they were officially giving up the hunt, although I think they have up long before this point. While no one chose to say anything, it's common knowledge at this point that everyone has translated that to them saying she is dead. I expected most people - the ones that didn't know Marinette or that didn't care for her, like Chloe - to just accept this. However, even our classmates - heck, even Marinette's parents and Alya - have given up. It's disturbing to see them be so devastated as they accept that they're never going to see Marinette again. Alya must be finding it especially hard, as she lost her best friend and her role model - perhaps even her idol - in the same span of time. As Adrien, while I've tried to sound somewhat optimistic that maybe not all hope is lost, I haven't really been able to do much. A model son only shown to the world because his father wants to put him on display doesn't do much good. However, as Chat Noir, I have been looking for both Ladybug and Marinette, although my focus has been more on my classmate. I've searched for any hide or hair of either, contacting classmates to see if they'll tell me something they wouldn't tell the police and even getting permission to search Marinette's room in case there was something there that would give me a clue that the police missed.

Searching her room was certainly shocking. Finding my schedule and pictures of me in the trash was certainly overwhelming. I never would have guessed that Marinette had such a huge crush on me, but apparently her crush was even larger than I thought. I'm not sure if it made me more uncomfortable to search her room or more guilty over what happened. Either way, it was quite a shock. However, I didn't find anything besides that that was of remote interest, and certainly nothing that could tip me off as to where she was, including the photos and schedule. At this point, I've given up even trying to search her house and instead just scouring the streets of Paris in hopes of finding some hint of her.

But now, even I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it anymore. I know that their disappearances have to be connected somehow. It can't be a coincidence that the last time I saw both of them was on the same day. That's too suspicious to be ignored, and I'm the only one who knows that the disappearances were on the same day. The few times Marinette ever came up around Ladybug, it always sounded like they were close friends, so that could be a part of it. Maybe whoever did this thought that if they took Marinette, they could lure Ladybug to them? If so, then it appears like their plan worked, unless the disappearances really do have nothing to do with each other. If only I could just get one clue to one of their disappearances. Then I could see I could find them both. So far, that seems like that'll never happen.

"Maybe it is hopeless." I moan, placing my hands in my head. I need to use my voice to talk about these things without Plagg's commentary, or else I'll go crazy with these thoughts just bouncing around inside my head. "I'm going to have to go home. I need to get at least an hour of sleep to make sure I'm not a complete zombie during school tomorrow." Going home feels like giving up forever though. "I promised myself when they were both definitely missing that I would find them. But if I don't find a clue soon, I'm going to have to break that. How can I keep looking when there's nothing to be found?"

"Who's says there's nothing to be found, Kitty?" I freeze when I hear the words, afraid to turn around and see the speaker for fear that I'm hearing the voice all wrong.


And there we have it! What do you guys think of the rewrite of chapter one? A lot of it stayed the same and just got expanded upon because I felt that this chapter was pretty good in terms of story line. The things that changed the most are the last two times Chat/Adrien saw Marinette and Ladybug, but that's for the purpose of the story and because now I've actually seen all the episodes (which is another reason for me to rewrite all of this). However, things will definitely be taking a different turn from here. c; I can't wait to see what you guys think when this story continues! And I promise that this time I actually have a set story line, so there will be no unwelcome pauses. It was a much easier process than I thought once I got a certain idea in my head! I would tell you the idea, but it's too much of a spoiler. :p

So was this chapter good? Bad? Are you excited to see who has showed up to talk to our lovely Chat? If you've read the story before, you might know already, unless I changed it up on you. :p What do you think of Chat's last meeting with Ladybug? How about Adrien's last moments with Marinette? Is it nice to see a Lila and Marinette friendship? The project that Marinette and Nathaniel are doing changed, but it still is a project together. Are you guys all still suspicious of that? I know you all were last time. cx What are you guys thinking happened? Let me know in a review!

Anyways, thank you guys so much for the support I've gathered on my previous version! Hopefully you guys will still offer me that this time. c: Sorry that I have to pull a rewrite on all of you guys, but I really do think that the story will be much better this way, and I hope that you guys agree! I'm super excited to take you guys through it now and to see what you guys think of the changes as well as what you guys think of the story passed what we saw already. :D

Until next time!

~ Dagger