Hey guys, here a short chapter. Sorry that most of my chapter's are so short, I think they'll get longer the more interesting the chapter is.
I need your help for the next few chapters, I need a name for Butterfly Nino. Please give some ideas that I can work on! Hope you enjoy it.
"Hey, Adrien! You ok, bro?" Nino asked, walking towards the stairs down.
"Yeah I'm fine. I ran and hid a few streets away. Are you ok?" Adrien said through the phone, his voice panting.
"Yeah, I hid during most of it. It was, pretty cool, except Alya nearly got buried under a collapsing roof and got mind controlled."
Adrien chuckled cheekily. "If you're that worried about her, just asked her out." Nino glared into his phone, hearing Adrien's snorting.
"And then why don't you ask Marinette out?"
"Marinette? She just a good friend." Adrien shot back cheekily, Nino practically hearing him shrugging on the other side. Adrien groaned, muttering. "She is a good friend. And no, you can't have any more cheese."
Nino waited him out, smiling as Adrien ranted a bit more to himself. "So yeah bro, that was pretty much it." Adrien paused.
"That it? Nothing unusual about this fight?"
"Nah, that it." Nino glanced over the fence as Mr. Damocles stepped towards the students. "Hey dude, don't worry about coming back to school. I think Mr Damocles is telling us to go home and finish our school work."
"Sweet. Wanna hang out?" Adrien asked and Nino glanced over his shoulder at his bag, Nooroo peeking out.
"Um, not today bro. I want to focus on some school work at home. I'll text you later through ok?"
"Cool man. I'll be fencing tomorrow, maybe we can hang out afterwards before I need to do some photoshoots at sunset."
"Sure. Check you later dude." Nino hanged up, pocketing his phone as he walked down the stairs as Mr Damocles finished up his speech.
"Please remember to bring in your reports that are due Friday, and today is not a school holiday. I want all of you to work hard this afternoon." He nodded, his thick eyebrows hanging over his sharp eyes. Twisting around he marched off, students behind him started to mingle as they moved off to pick up their things from their classes. Nino spied Alya hanging up and walked towards him.
"Marinette got to her place during the attack, so she's fine." Alya smiled, her eyes narrowing onto Miss Bustier. "Come on!"
She grabbed his wrist and dragged him behind her as she pulled her phone out as they drew near to their teacher.
"Miss Bustier, can I have an interview?" Alya asked, her eyes sparkling. Nino quickly faked an angry glare.
"Alya, she was akumatized. I don't think we sho-" Miss Bustier held a hand out, smiling.
"Its alright Nino, I don't mind." Setting her shoulders straight and making sure her hair was tidy, she nodded at the blogger.
Coughing, Alya held the camera out at her. "Miss Bustier, you were the akumatized victim today of the Hawkmoth, who for the first time appeared during battle. If you don't mind me asking, what was the reason for your akumation?" Nino stepped behind her, watching Miss Bustier drew a breath.
"That's where things got weird. I was watching Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting someone else in the schoolyard, who was definitely not a normal human, when one of my students yelled at me. I turned around and I saw it."
"You saw your butterfly?" Alya gasped before she quickly bit her lip.
"I surprised that it was watching me, and yes, I was scared of it. But I remember what you said, about how Hawkmoth used negative emotions and, I got control of my emotions. I was calm and unafraid. That was when it akumatized me."
Alya was quiet for a second, staring at her. "You mean, he akumatized you when you weren't angry or frustrated?" Her teacher shook her head. "Does that mean… any of us could be akumatized? This isn't good." Alya whispered, lowering her camera. "Thank you Miss-"
"That's not all." She held her hand up, stopping Alya. Nino froze, his eyes narrowing. "I remember talking to him."
Nino held his breath as Alya leaned her head closer. "Him?"
"The Butterfly."
"Hawkmoth… That's weird, people can't remember anything about him afterwards." Miss Bustier hummed.
"I don't think he was Hawkmoth. I remember seeing those butterflies during Stoneheart's second attack, and this person I saw, I heard, didn't sound like him. He was younger and sounded unexperienced with what he was doing, unlike Hawkmoth who been doing this for a while."
"So, someone could be terrorizing Paris now?"
"Or he could be a new hero."
Please review and give me some ideas for a name for Butterfly Nino, please!