A/N: This is what happens when I suffer from a writer's worst nightmare, "writer's block" *shudders* for too long. Forget about the Origin Episode.

Summary: Gabrial Agreste isn't a bad guy. In fact, he was quite a match maker. Not only that, but Gabrial and Master Fu were the best of friends with a common goal, and a cunning plan! "And what are they after?" I hear you ask, well, the answer is simple… Adrienette! Read on to discover why the titled "Worst father of the Century" is in fact the God to ML and CN shippers!

Chapter 1: A Cunning Plan. Pt. 1.

Gabrial Agreste is a difficult man. Secretive. Sour. Dedicated to his work (some may say "too dedicated"). Many have even titled him "emotionless"… including his wife. But deep down in the cold, black abyss that is Gabrial's heart, there something there that he rarely ever shows. An emotion that he was stripped of ever since he were a child, living under a beaten roof, with walls that cornered hi and held him captive with the lone man who made Gabrial see black and blue.

The emotion Gabrial hid, was love!

Love for his son. Adrien Agreste.

When his wife told him she was expecting, Gabrial was over the MOON! At long last, he could show someone the compassion that he longed for as a child! He could give them a home, something that was wrongly stolen from him!

But as the months flew by, Gabrial began to panic. What if he wasn't a good father?! What if he failed?! What if… what if he hurt the child like his own father had him all those years ago?!

It was for this reason that Gabrial stayed away from Adrien. He could handle the child living in misery. Alone… neglected. But if he were to lay a hand on his son, because he couldn't control the need to purge his years of hatred at his own father… if Adrien lived under a roof filled with fear and the smell of blood, Gabriel Agreste would never forgive himself. That's the price to pay for love.

So when Adrien ran away from the Agreste Manor in order to attend a public school, so he wouldn't be alone anymore… Gabrial broke. He had come to the realisation that although he had not hurt his son physical, he had done so emotionally… and now his son – the only being he cared about in his life – the soul being he tried to show love to by staying away, was leaving in order to find people who could care about him? Gabrial had realised his mistake. The designer broke.

He didn't know how to fix this! Give him a piece of fabric – he'll turn it into the next BIG thing, he could do it! Give him 24 hours to design a new wardrobe for a demanding rich girl *cough* Chloe *cough* – sure! Why not? But leave him alone with his son and Gabrial was lost. He couldn't do it.

Sighing in defeat, the Parisian man left his office, Nathalie's update on his son the only thing on his crowded mind. He needed a break. He needed a walk. He needed some time to consider his life, his accomplishments and his failures… his current options. The elder Agreste needed some time to back track before he looked to the present and future issues that would involve his son. His Adrien.

He couldn't recall the last time he had visited his best friend. Being a designer and all, he hardly had the time for friends, or family for that matter. He questioned if the old man was still alive. Gabrial could still remember the childish years he spent jumping over the rooftops of Paris, a certain Peacock by his side, her blonde hair flying with the wind as she sailed through the skies. But as soon as the thoughts of his "missing" wife came he discarded them.

"Now is NOT the time," the platinum haired male chided himself, "your son is hurting and all you can think about is the 'good ol' days'. You are disgraceful!"

Several heads of passer-byers turned to the fuming man, wondering who he was talking to. But the designer paid them no mind. After all, he had bigger issues to deal with.

Mr Agreste solemnly stalked, head bowed, down the footpath where a Chinese-inspired apartment block stood to the left. He slowly walked up to the door, preparing his sweaty hands to give a short knock.

"You are Gabrial Agreste. Once the wielder of the butterfly miraculous," he began his pep talk. Gabrial found himself wishing he had not warn a suit as tight as the one now. He was certain his body's perspiration was visible – if not smelt – through expensive fabric, "you are here for your son. He needs you. Adrien needs you! And you need him. Therefore you will do whatever it takes to make him happy. To see your baby boy genuinely smile again. Whatever it takes!"

As he was about to introduce the door's carved surface to his clenched, white knuckles, the wooden structure swung open on its creaking hinges.

"Welcome, Gabrial." Spoke an old, Chinese man who stood before the Agreste, "we've been waiting for you. It appears, you need my help."

A/N: Hey Guys! I know this is short and I'm sorry for that. I plan on making this a three-shot. Two chappies for Gabrial and Master Fu's plan and an Epilogue. I hope you enjoyed, don't forget to favourite, follow or review! Or all of them if you were so kind But anyways, I will see you all next chappie! Bye!