The previous chapter, Adrien's pov, is just a stepping stone to describe the brothers' relationship. Of course, it will be continued to be explored throughout the story. Now while I won't explicitly say whose pov the chapter belongs to, it shouldn't be too difficult to figure out. However, if I deem it will be confusing I will make a small note so it will be obvious. Comments, questions, and criticisms are welcomed. Please enjoy the second chapter of M:BBFAU.
"I'm sorry Plagg, but I can't keep doing this. Now that my mother is gone, my father is more distracted than before and Adrien needs someone other than Natalie with a checklist to watch over him." I didn't let Plagg have the chance to reply, would it be of scorn? Understandment? To plead with me to change my mind? I don't know, yet hearing any kind of answer would be too much than what I am already doing. I held the small silver band that is the ring within my hand clutching it close to my chest refusing to allow the tears to fall. The one thing, friend, that allowed me to be myself, to be free and I let it all go, so my brother can have a better life. I couldn't, wouldn't, ever resent Adrien because thanks to Plagg I can be myself and still be the mature respectable person that everyone expects of me.
Hopefully, Hawk Moth will stop once he realized that I've disappeared, and the jars that ladybug has left me will hold the akumas until the next ladybug is found. The next step would be the hardest, explaining myself to Master Fu and praying that he understood my predicament.
"Master Fu I'm sorry, but I am not suited for this role. In the future, if another chat noir is needed I would gladly become him again. However I believe in the future, try my brother Adrien first something tells me he would make a much better Chat Noir." He remained silent the whole way through my speech, despite the sadness that lurked in his eyes. He understood my position and we both knew he couldn't ask me to choose to be a hero over being with my brother in our darkest hour. He gave me a farewell and safe travels. That was the last time I ever saw him, and I still regret not thanking him properly. I think he knew already how much this meant to me, but it isn't the same; I want to say it. As I made my way home, I stopped by a quaint bakery that I've heard my peers gush about; Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. Not much of a sweets person myself, I never thought of a need to ever stop by. However a certain golden boy adores sweets, so it wouldn't hurt to buy one or two sweets.