(I apologize, I don't know what happened. I swear I chose the correct files, but something must have gotten switched and chapter two was uploaded in place of both chapters 3 and 4.)

Chat Noir, or who she thought was Chat Noir, at the center of the destruction. He looked different, his bodysuit now half white and the eye on that sight a bright and glaring red. This and the fact that there wasn't anyone else who resembled an Akuma victim clued her in that this was indeed the Akuma she came to fight.

"Chat?" His name escaped her in a near silent gasp as she peered down from a roof, still partially hidden from sight.

His head snapped to look in her direction and she froze in surprise. Surely his hearing had not been advanced that much by the Akuma. But his eyes glaring into hers told her differently.

"There you are Ladybug. Why don't you come protect your people, the ones who worship you." His words are filled with venom and she flinches to hear it. "After all, the only one they truly want is you. They all hate Chat Noir, the worthless hero." Bitterness tinges his words as he continues, and she thinks she has a pretty good idea what may have played a part in the occurring.

"Chat." She said clearly, not bothering to raise her voice above a low speaking voice. She knew he could hear her anyway. "Chat Noir, what has happened to you?" She dares to jump down, only a little ways closer than before.

"No longer am I Chat Noir, failure to all of Paris. Now I am OppoChat, creator and destroyer both." His voice is hollow as the words flow out, and she knows this is Hawk Moth's words being forced through her partner. No matter how bad it got, he would never intentionally turn his back on Paris and accept Hawk Moth's Akuma.

"No, you're Chat Noir. My partner." She fights to keep her voice level and strong even as she feels like this is going to break her. "We're going to get through this Chat."

Instead of talking to her, working through the problem, like her Chat would have done OppoChat slowly began to walk towards her with an eerie smile on his lips. The sight made her skin crawl, but she had to help her friend.

Jumping down she threw her yoyo out, an attempt to wrap around him to detain him but his baton caught it instead and he pulled hard, throwing her into the air. With ease, she flipped and caught herself, landing on her feet before throwing herself into the fight.

Their blows matched each other's strengths, neither one truly with an advantage over the other.

"Chat Noir! Listen to me!" She yelled, trying to diffuse what she could while searching for his Akuma. "You are good, you don't have to listen to him. You can fight this." Her words echoed in his mind, and he wanted to listen to her but the hold of the Akuma was still too strong. Instead it bit back in his mind, 'The foolish girl doesn't know what it's like! She has no reason to be akumatized. Everyone loves her, and she is the true hero of Paris!'

The part of him that could still function was relieved at the last thought, she was the true hero of Paris. She would protect everyone, save them from him. When it was all over, he decided, he would give her his miraculous. It would be safer in her hands, of that he was sure.