The public has spoken! You shall receive!


The Kwami lay curled on the floor of the room. Listening. Nothing moved, his master was away for once leaving the creature to his solace.

So he laid there curled in on himself as he listened to the soft flutter of butterfly wings, whispering to him trying to comfort him.

He listened and he heard them.

The little white butterflies were his creations and so he could hear them.

And now he could hear them mourn.

His creations were mourning.

Silently weeping over what their master had done.

And so Nooroo mourned with them

Curled on the floor filled with butterflies the Kwami lay trapped in a state of deep meditation he did not move he did not breathe he only listened and felt.

His ability to grant others the things they most desired granted him the ability to become extremely attuned to the emotions of mortals.

This ability to sense emotions was strongest with the other Kwami. Second was his master and by extent anyone his master had touched whilst bestowing powers.

And in the aftermath of the most recent events Nooroo could sense only greif.

Never had his master been so desperate. Never had a villain created by the power of the butterfly ever killed.

Harmed and manipulated yes, but killed?

His master had been desperate, desperation coupled with frustration made a dangerous emotional combination and Nooroo's attempt to be the voice of reason had only served to fan the flames of his master's anger.

And when his master called for the transformation and Nooroo became fully aware of the extent of his master's fury.

He had become terrified but with the transformation in place he could do nothing to stop his master's actions directly.

So instead he had reached his mind out towards the other Kwamis specifically Tikki; trying to warn her of the coming threat.

Don't transform. You can't let your Chosen transform. It's too dangerous.

It had taken only a split second to telepathically communicate the warning

A split second in which he had been distracted and Hawkmoth had sensed that distraction.

Panicked Nooroo had managed to block out Tikki's reply to his warning.

He hadn't managed to hide away the mental picture of Marinette that had come with Tikki's words.

Hawkmoth saw that much.

He'd seen Marinette.

He wanted to get to Ladybug and Nooroo had given him a picture of a girl. He had a target, a victim and he knew this girl was connected to Ladybug even if he didn't know exactly how the two were connected.

He didn't care.

What mattered is that he had a target.

And it was then; as dread settled over the Kwami that Nooroo realized his warning had come too late.

The instant the bullet hit he felt grief.

First it was Tikki's as she watched her Chosen die.

Her telepathic scream reverberating in Nooroo's mind with enough force and power to shatter an entire world.

Then it was Plagg's, the cat Kwami having sensed Tikki's emotions better than perhaps even Nooroo was capable of, do to the fact that Plagg was her counterpart. Her opposite, her equal.

Then the rest of Kwami became aware of the tragic blow that had been struck against them.

All of their grief culminated into a single mass of shared emotion and hit Nooroo in a monstrous tidal wave; the emotional backlash funneled into him, the shock and strength of it was enough to paralyze him and he was forced to release his master's transformation.

He fell out of the broach. Tumbling towards the floor where he stayed unable to do anything as he tried to buffer himself against the violent turmoil of emotion.

For three days

The little purple butterfly sat up with a jolt as another emotion cut through his mind bright and hot and swift as fire; something besides grief that severed as a catalyst to break him out of his nearly dormant stasias.

His wings gave a twitch and his white butterflies fluttered in response to the small movement, swirling around him in a whirlwind.

He turned his eyes up to the massive window, mind stretching out into the outside world, searching, calling for the other Kwamis.

Vengeance doth make a mighty storm.

The Ladybug has been reborn.


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