"What happened?" Chat Noir stared at Alya, frowning.

As soon as Nino had left, Alya had struggled to hold her tears. Adrien had swooped in instantly to comfort her, but she kept pushing him away. She felt guilty about what she'd done. In her carelessness with Chat Noir, she'd forgotten about Nino. It was foolish.

She'd gone to Marinette's and the two had barely spoken before Chat appeared at the window. Alya hadn't wanted to let him in, but there was a deluge outside, so Marinette insisted. Although she had been reluctant as well. It was partially her fault.

Alya pushed Chat's wet forearms off her thighs. He'd get Marinette's chaise all wet. "Nothing, really. I just... I'm sorry... for kissing you."

Chat blinked. His ears drooped, and his pupils dilated, sadly. "Something did happen, Belle."

She looked away from him. "Please, don't call me that." Squeezing her eyes shut, she fought to maintain her tears. Her throat felt raw, burned. "I can't do this. I can't try and make everyone happy, because two hearts are gonna get hurt... aside from mine."

Chat rested his forearms on her thighs again. "What do you mean?"

Alya didn't look at him. "I mean... you, Nino, or Adrien." She shook her head. "What I did with you, it was an accident." She cringed at her on words. Would she hurt all the boys in her life?

Chat jerked back, eyes wide. "You don't mean that," he whispered.

Alya didn't answer. She turned to Marinette for help. Marinette frowned, hugging her friend.

"I'm sorry for not thinking anything out," Mari whispered in Alya's ear.

When they pulled apart, Alya's heart beat accelerated, pounding in her ears. "I'm sorry, Chat... my heart belongs to Nino."

Chat stood, face strained. "Belle-"

Alya turned away, hot tears on her face. It seemed she would hurt every boy in her life. Who next? Her dad? Adrien? The other boys in her class? "Chat Noir, please don't call me that."

Chat expelled a breath. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye. Through the foggy tears, she saw him run a hand through his hair. His other hand rested on his hip. "You don't mean any of this..."

"Who are you trying to convince? Me? Or yourself?" Alya was trying to convince herself as well.

Suddenly, he was at her side, clutching her hand. "Please, Alya. I shouldn't have ever pursued you. I knew you were with Nino, but I was a blind fool. And I'm still a blind fool, because I'm here, in front of Marinette, begging you to give me another chance. I may be selfish, but I love you. Everyday at school I see you, and my heart warms."

Alya's eyes locked to his. "We... go to school... together?" Who could he be? Blonde hair, green eyes.

"A-Adrien?" Marinette stuttered. Alya turned to her friend. Marinette had wide eyes, mouth gaping.

Chat ducked his head. "Please, Alya."

Alya stared at Marinette. "Adrien... I don't think I'm the right-" Marinette cut her off with a subtle head shake. Even now, Mari was too afraid of admitting to her crush on the model boy.

Chat continued to stare at her. "Alya, please..."

Alya sighed. Why did things have to be so hard? "Adrien, my heart belonged to Nino first. I can't-"

Chat pulled back, face hard. "You never truly cared for me." He didn't say anything else. In a few swift motions, he was out Marinette's loft window, into the night.

Alya covered her face with her hands, began to cry. Marinette pulled her tight.

HeartSore grinned, his heart-shaped pupils narrowing. He ducked further into the shadows of Marinette's roof, watching the black clad superhero jump out her window. Here was his chance of revenge. He took a step toward Chat, but his body froze. A purple mask appeared before him.

"HeartSore, not him," Hawk Moth said, chuckling. "He's valuable to me. Focus on getting your girl."

Growling, HeartSore stepped back. He watched Chat make his getaway. When the blonde haired boy was out of sight, HeartSore looked down at his right hand. It was closed in a tight fist, a red and pink fire dancing around it. He wanted so bad to burn Chat's heart. Show him how much it hurt to be rejected by the most beautiful girl in the world. But if he couldn't show Chat Noir, he'd show the rest of Paris. Starting with the Dupain-Cheng household.

A grin spread over HeartSore's chapped red lips, and he chuckled darkly. "Guess I'm dropping in for a visit, Marinette."

Chat crashed to the top of a random apartment, tears running down his cheeks. He choked on a sob, curling up in a ball.

Neglected by his father.

He betrayed his best friend.

A nuisance to Ladybug.

Rejected by Alya.

Could none of his relationships go right? He squeezed his eyes shut, shivering against a cold wind. His heart was stuck in his throat. He blinked open his eyes, stared at his hands. Must everything around him be destroyed? He clenched his hands into fists.

But this wasn't his fault. Not completely. Alya cheated on her beau, used Chat. It was mostly her fault-

He squeezed his eyes shut. Her fault. His father's fault. Ladybug's fault. Not his.

His head exploded with an ache, and his eyes snapped open. A purple mask floated before him, and a man appeared in his mind. He shook his head, trying to shake the image away. This had to be Hawk Moth. He couldn't let the villain get to him. Not now, not ever.

"Chat Noir... don't try to get rid of me. I want to help you," Hawk Moth said, voice gentle, caring. It reminded him of his father's voice. Except his father was never caring.

"get out of my head!" Chat growled.

A chuckle echoed in his ears, and shivers ran down his spine. "You can't get rid of me, Chat. Can I call you that, hm? The hurt, and agony, and pain, and anger are so strong. This is my breeding ground, Chat. My familiar territory. You've invited me. It's rude to kick out a guest, yes?" Hawk Moth's lips tilted in a cruel smile.

"Leave me alone!" Chat yelled.

"Join me, Chat. You have such great potential."

Chat could feel the evil of the akuma coursing through him, and he hissed.

"Embrace it, Chat. She hurt you. You've been hurt and abused too many times... it's time you got revenge." Hawk Moth's voice was melodic, soothing.

Memories of all the times he'd been wronged started flashing before Chat's eyes, and he began to harden, his resolve to resist slipping. "No," he muttered, weakly.

Hawk Moth chuckled again, and Chat found he actually liked it. "See? You wanted me to come. And now I'm offering you more power. The ability to use your powers as much as you like, without worrying about your identity being revealed. I'm offering you the chance to get revenge on those who hurt you."

Chat thought about Alya, Ladybug, and his father. Hawk Moth couldn't see those thoughts, and it brought Chat a strange satisfaction. "And what do you want?"

Hawk Moth's eyes gleamed. "Ladybug's Miraculous. Once I have you, there'll be no need to win your miraculous, because I have you. Your miraculous is safe."

Something warned Chat that Hawk Moth was lying, but he ignored it. Revenge sounded beautiful.

"What do you say... Chat Blanc?" Hawk Moth's lips curled even further. A terrifying smile.

This was it. The moment of decision. The point of no return. His chance to get revenge, and show everybody how it feels to be hurt. He could make the world a better place. Make Paris a better place. No one would dare to cross his path.

A grin stretched his lips.

"Count me in."

I didn't intend for any of this to happen, people. But I think it's brilliant. Chat Blanc isn't an original idea, obviously. I've seen it in several other FanFics, yet I wanted to do it, too. XD I feel this story is gaining more potential, though it's averted so far from the original idea. This was supposed to be a cute one-shot.

I know this chapter is shorter than usual, but I don' think it would be fitting to add any more to this chapter. So ya'll are lft with a cliffhanger until the next part.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. And make sure to review. I love those things. Seriously. They're my number one drive to keep going. XD