Nooroo worry about his holder.

At first glance, it may seem strange that the kwami of Transmission cares about the fashion designer.

The butterfly-like creature was treated like a slave by Gabriel and kwami wasn't pleased with his treatment or being forced to help a villain. But Nooroo understand why he was doing it.

In his long life, the butterfly Kwami saw lot of people who lose their way over some personal feud. A small sprite-lik creature know how powerful human emotions and feelings might be. Especially love.

Love can make people do things that they don't normally do.

And because of love Gabriel Agrest become a Hawk Moth.

That's why Nooroo can never hate his holder. And that's why Kwami worried about him.

Nooroo know a fashion designer well enough to know when something is wrong with butterfly miraculous holder. And his master was acting strange, when he woke from coma. Like he knew something everybody else didn't.

He was also still thoughtful and showed particular interest in history of former Butterfly Miraculous holders. That was strange but it was nothing bad. Kwami of Transmission started to worry when Gabriel finished diner with his son and then locked himself in a office.

Now, a man just was sitting in chair looking at wooden butterfly that he keep it with him all the time for unknown reasons. His emotions were incomprehensible to tiny purpre creature.

Nooroo experienced that situation only once before... a very long time ago. And this didn't end well. He was looking at Gabriel for the next minute and then made a decision.

Barely making a sound, kwami of Transmission flew across the room and sit on a holders' left knee. The fashion designer didn't look over at Kwami, instead continuing to stare down at the wooden butterfly in his hand.

A tiny creature hoped he wasn't purposefully ignoring him, but didn't want to disrupt man's peace. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Nooroo glanced over at his master, then down at the wooden butterfly, then back at man again.

" Master, can we please talk? " Kwami asked suddenly.

Gabriel blinked. He was quite surprised when he heard the voice of small butterfly like kwami. There was no doubt that Nooroo've interrupted a deep thought.

" Talk? "

" I've been doing a lot of thinking... and there's something I want to ask you. "

Gabriel stared at Kwami for a bit. He looked puzzled. And Nooroo take that as a permission to continue.

" When you were in a coma, me and Duusu felt your emotions. You dreamt it while you were unconscious. And I just know it wasn't normal REM sleep. " Nooroo gazed at holder for a few moments, silently breathing before he narrowed his eyes in thought and cocked his head. " I can't explain it , but, I felt that was connected to Butterfly Miraculous... I wonder if you can tell me do you remember what the dream was about ?"

" I had a Dream, " The fashion designer rubbing at his temples like kwami's asking him to solve a particularly challenging algebra equation

" Actually, I had the feeling that it was much more than a dream. "

" Really? " Nooroo perked up, flying smoothly higher.

Instead of replying to the Kwami's query, the fashion designer asked, voice raising a couple of levels.

" Nooroo, how much do you really know about Miraculous? "

Nooroo fluttered up shakily, peaking at Gabriel before facing him full on, a weird look on his face. " I've already told you everything I can tell you, Master. I don't know anything else. "

" And Nooroo, how much do you think you Kwamis doesn't know about yours Miraculous? "

Nooroo hung his head. " My knowledge of Miraculous...it's just a drop in the ocean, to be honest."

Gabriel's expression was curious but guarded." What you mean by that?"

" Only mage who created the Miraculous knew all the secrets. " Nooroo stated in a little panic, and then softly continued, " He was a very intelligent man with a warm heart, very open minded, and he was able to communicate with a mystic powers. He was also an intensely private person with a his deep sly and secretive naturally."

For a long moment, kwami of Transmission was staring off into space in a combination of deep reflection and kind of sadness.

" Mage and Kwamis, we were friends. He created Miraculous and took care of us. But it was no secret he didn't tell us everything. His faithful assistant was the only person that he fully trusted. "

Nooroo said nothing for a few moments, giving silence its place, and then continued.

" No one knew what secrets they took with them into their grave. " The purple Kwami admitted in a small voice.

Gabriel looked at him, causing Nooroo to flinch. " So, even you don't know everything about Butterfly Miraculous. "

Nooroo nodded before asked, " Master, why you asked about that? "

The man played with wooden butterfly for a bit and sighed. " Because of my dream. "

" What happened in that dream? " Nooroo whispered in such a quiet voice that man half thought he imagined it.

For a very long moment, Gabriel was speechless.

" It doesn't matter. "

A fashion designer suddenly got up and started to walk away when he heard Nooroo curse behind him.

" Master, where are we going? "

" Not we, just me. I need to be alone. "

The butterfly Kwami patting his paws before asking cautiously, " What about me? "

" You can fly on a trip to city. " Gabriel replied gruffly, not turning around. " Come back before twelve, and don't talk to anyone or don't show up people. "

Nooroo gapes at him, his little mouth fallen far open. But decided not to risk losing this chance and went through the window, leaving his holder alone.

Gabriel look outside that window before open door and leave his bedroom, giving a fresh footprint of his shoe on the soft velvet carpet that fully coated the top floors of the mansion.

~ • ~

It'd been one hour since the talk with Nooroo. Gabriel don't know how but he ended up on the rooftop of a mansion, of all places.

He just stood there and watched the city.

After a few minutes, a man sullenly pulled out the wooden butterfly he had kept in his pocket and frowned. Memories from the Butterflies Fortress continued to play though his mind, and he started thinking they would never leave him.

" This has gone far enough." Gabriel thought. He closed his eyes taking in the moment. A few moments later he felt a warm rays of fading sun on his face.

He open his eyes, admiring the parisian sunset.

The slowing setting sun bled its rays on the city, soaking the each level of each building in a kaleidoscope of colors; amaranthine, magenta, crimson, sienna, vermillion, and every value in between.

Warm. Colorfull. Full of life.

This view was very different from dark future that Quinn showed him.

Gabriel felt his chest tighten as he remembered the scent of the death that the land breeze brought with the rain in that dark future. The fashion designer take off his glasses and pinch bridge of the nose.

It's true that he want defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir, get their miraculous. And he want to be able to use The Ultimate Miraculous Power.

But...

He don't want the future where his wife is monster, his son is dead, Nathalie pay for his wish and Paris turns into dark ruin.

Quinn said that he can change the future. Now the only question is: what needs to be changed?

He could make sure that super villain will not killing anyone or give his Akuma's victim a different power. He could protect his son from dangerous. He could change many things in his plan.

He could even change his wish but still...

No matter what he wished. For every wish, a price to pay in return. And magic will choose who will pay. Also use the ultimate miraculous power may have disastrous consequences. Gabriel've already seen one of them.

The fashion designer looks up to partly dark sky and closes his eyes again – he tried think how Hawk Moth can succeed without destroying future.

He'd sat there for minutes or hours. The hundreds of different plans, ideas and thoughts were swirling through his head. But no matter how hard he try, he couldn't find a way to bring back Emilie without risk the dangerous butterfly effect.

And then he understand...

He heaved a heavy sigh as his eyelids drifted open.

" There's only one way to change future, right? " Gabriel asked as if the wooden butterfly could answer him.

...to be continued

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