I have a what again?

Nathalie read the brief notes in her diary quickly. It was Emilie who found two miraculous jewels and a book of Lore while they were in Tibet. She gave one of the miraculous jewels to Gabriel against the wishes of her sister Amelie. Emilie married Gabriel and they got a son. There was little to none about Nathalie's personal life. Apparently she had none.

That was great, she had little to read, actually not so great, she had no life, but why Nathalie stayed employed with Gabriel? It was not a bad job considering the company was going well, it grew quickly, Emilie was his muse (she had been ever since they first met) and he made her the face of the brand. And she gave him a son within a year after they got married.

Everything was clear. Nathalie was there to take care everything was going smoothly. She kept schedules, she organized meetings and maintained all the duties of the personal assistant. She organized home schooling for Adrien. And she stared at the list of activities the boy was involved since he was a toddler. He modelled baby clothes practically since he was born. Gabriel was adamant about his family wearing only his brand.

Nathalie did not bother to contemplate what kind of life the boy had. She was reading and reading and reading and it took her a while, but finally she realized almost the complete absence of any personal notes, there was nothing about herself. She had regular doctor's appointments, but everything was fine.

She also got a diet schedule from the same nutritionist that Gabriel employed for his family and apparently many of his employees. Everyone was to maintain their appearance. Nathalie looked at the empty bowl of food and scowled. She was probably not supposed to eat that. Was she going to get fired because she ate something outside of the schedule? She looked around. She was in custody, she was arrested in a foreign country. Getting fired was probably something she should not worry about right now. Besides, from reading her diary, it might be good for her.

She lost track of time. It was dark. Should she go to sleep? She continued reading instead.

Her diary did not contain anything about her feelings nor what kept her with Gabriel. Surely, she got a salary increase regularly and she had a well paid and well positioned job in a fashion world, but she was a personal assistant, not a manager, she could have easily switched jobs and moved on. Why did she keep working for the man she had a crush on while he obviously loved someone else, was married to her and they had a child.

Then she noticed she kept track of his mood, he was mostly sour and authoritative with anyone who worked for him (which was most of the people he interacted with on a daily basis, including his family). He was cold to his acquaintances. She could not remember he ever called anyone his friend and her diary did not add to that information.

The absence of anything on her personal life bothered her. She learned more about Gabriel than she learned about herself. Was she really that obsessed with the man? A thought passed her mind. She rejected it several times until it hit her full blow. If she was so obsessed with him, that would explain why she stayed, why she never moved on, why she worked so much she had no personal life and why in the end she became Mayura.

But why was she Mayura, why was not Emilie Mayura if she was his wife?

There were few vague notes about Emilie and Gabriel having their magical exercises in their lair somewhere in their mansion and she had to cover for them. She recognized it mostly from the list of excuses she assembled for them so that she could randomly pick from the list when needed.

Her notes revealed, however, how much time she spent purchasing different items for Adrien, the list of toys and gadgets was endless. Then there were names of different tutors for the boy and apparently she often went through his progress. She found early on that the boy expressed his wish to go to a public school like his friend Chloe. The name was Chloe Bourgeois. That was probably the daughter of Andre and Audrey.

There were notes of Emilie getting sick. Nathalie read how her obligations regarding Adrien increased steadily while Emilie's condition worsened. Finally, there was a day when Emilie did not wake up. Practically all the signs of life disappeared. Gabriel decided to keep her body hidden in the lair where he found her.

The man spent days scheming and planing, but it was Nathalie who organized the sarcophagus according to the detailed instructions from Gabriel. The man was devastated and at the same time he was determined to bring her back. He said he had a solution, he said he knew how, he said there were things he had to do. And she supported him.

There was a note that Gabriel created an akuma.

There was a note that Adrien started the public school.

She noticed she had a lot more notes on the magical superpowers since that time, because she had very little until then.

Suddenly a thought occurred to her. Emilie was practically dead, she was out of commission, she was gone. Officially she was gone missing. She was presumed dead (according to her notes).

Did Nathalie get involved with her boss after that? Did they get together? Were they a couple? She quickly went back at the photos of them. They looked good together, she had to admit that. They looked even better together while they were transformed. She used to dream about their life together.

She returned to her diary. There were notes that insinuated that Gabriel returned her affections. She noted each accidental touch. Accidental? There was nothing accidental about Gabriel. Everything was intentional. And he never touched anybody, unless he absolutely had to, a handshake was a chore for the man.

(He might have liked to touch Emilie but Nathalie never wrote that in her diary).

And there it was, a list, each day, apparently she gushed about that if she noted it in her diary. It was always about what he did, nothing about how she felt about it. Then there were hugs and then there was more. Her eyes went wide. There was a lot more. But she still did not write a single word about her feelings, or his, just the observed behaviour.

And yet, the man was determined to bring his wife back. She noted that her notes had changed and after a while that was transformed into 'he kept wanting to bring Adrien's mother back'. Was the change real, did it come from Gabriel or was that Nathalie's wishful thinking?

She reached the end of her notes. They went to Tibet to the temple to find more magical stones. They reached the temple, created a number of monsters and those two teenagers with superpowers found them and fought them there. But what happened in the end?

She scrolled through her notes. They were finished. She needed another source of information to fill in the gaps. But which source of information was reliable? You could find anything on the internet. She noticed she often consulted the Ladyblog for the akuma battles. Perhaps that was a good place to start? She put down her tablet to concentrate on her thoughts. If she trusted the information form that site before she lost her memory, perhaps she should use it now. Then again, she contemplated as she noticed it was daytime again, while she was reading her own actions in her diary, she started to doubt her own line of thought, her own motives, her own sanity.

She sighed, she kept reading her diary, she slept and ate, but she did not know how many hours or days have passed. And she was tired. But, it was not like she had any other clue or anything else to do. She clicked on the link towards the Ladyblog. But she did not get a chance to study what was there.

"I got here as soon as I could. I was assigned to you as a legal representative." A woman in a plain grey suit stood on the other side of the bars.

Gabriel stared at a man in an expensive suit from Gabriel brand. The man insisted he was his lawyer. The man also apologized it took him three days to get to Lhasa from Paris. Gabriel stared down at the man. Was he reading all those materials for that long? He did sleep and he might have eaten something, he did not remember everything, it was all a blur. He ignored being tired. That feeling was for the weak. He was Gabriel Agreste, the fashion mogul (and according to the information he read he was also Hawk Moth).

"I have no memory of any of the events I am charged with here." Gabriel finally responded, but his tone was authoritative.

"That does not excuse you, sir. There is video evidence of the events." The lawyer spoke patiently, he was paid by the hour, and he was paid well. "And the police did retrieve material evidence from your mansion." The man concluded politely.

"That does not change the fact that I do not remember. Video material can be forged." Gabriel snarled.

"The video evidence is considered genuine by all the experts that have examined it so far." The lawyer was calm. He was a professional. This was not his first meeting with Gabriel Agreste, although the man had to admit that he did not expect such criminal charges against his client. But he was ready for everything when he signed the contract. And that was what he got.

Gabriel wanted to retort, but then he decided to wait and see what this man had to offer. He nodded for the man to proceed.

"France wants you extradited for the crimes committed there. China does not release the persons facing criminal charges for the crimes committed in China. But they might make an exception." The man spoke slowly and looked at Gabriel with careful eyes, after all his client used to be Hawk Moth. "There was no permanent damage nor serious injuries so we have a good case." The lawyer did not hide his satisfaction.

Gabriel nodded.

"What have I done in France?" Gabriel snarled. He read the documents, he knew what he did. But he decided to pretend even for his lawyers.

The lawyer stared at the man before him.

"You were a villain known as Hawk Moth, sir." The man replied flatly.

Gabriel nodded but his icy cold blue eyes were piercing holes.

"We will come back to that." The lawyer quickly continued, it was not a subject he wanted to dwell into. "Right now I am here to inform you that you have been stripped of parental rights."

Gabriel produced absolutely no reaction. What was this man talking about?

"Your son is assigned a legal guardian. What do you want me to do about that?" The lawyer stated simply and stared at his client. The normal reaction would be 'what are my options' but the lawyer already knew that was not going to happen with this client.

Gabriel was silent. What he wanted to do about what? His son? His parental rights?

"My son?" Gabriel frowned.

"Yes, your son sir." The lawyer confirmed calmly.

"I do not have a son." Gabriel waved his head.

"Well, legally, you have acknowledged him, you do have a son." It was not the first time he said that to a client, that was sure.

"What is his name?" Gabriel demanded.

"Adrien Agreste." It came out quickly and naturally.

"How old is he?" The fashion mogul just could not believe this man was his lawyer and was telling him such tall tales.

"He is fourteen years old." The lawyer continued and then recited a few basic facts.

"Who is his mother? How can I have a son if I am not married?" Gabriel continued with his questions. The lawyer blinked back.

"What is the last thing you remember sir?" The lawyer asked back with narrowed eyes.

"I lost the memory of my life for the last fifteen years." Gabriel replied coldly.

Then the lawyer explained the facts as he knew them. The lawyer explained to him that his identity was revealed. Gabriel demanded from his lawyer to get him the Butterfly miraculous back. The lawyer stared at him for a long time in silence before he resumed his original explanation. He was still explaining when the guard came and asked him to leave and return on the next day.

Gabriel looked at the empty space before him. He was married to Emilie. It was not Nathalie. Of course he married Emilie, she was his inspiration, she was his muse, she was the face of his brand. She had two flaws, her attitude and her twin sister Amelie. But now this lawyer told him his wife was missing, presumed dead, and they had a son.

He took his tablet and searched for the name of his soon. He got millions of results, mostly photos, of a blonde boy with green eyes. He looked a lot like his mother, he looked like Emilie, nothing like him. Gabriel sighed. But then he looked at the photos more carefully.

Gabriel expected his son would be a carbon copy of him, not the woman who had given birth to him. He expected cold blue eyes, not warm green. He expected a neat and serious boy in shirt, tie, vest, suit trousers and shoes. He expected a serious young man. He was looking at a boy in a black t-shirt and a white over shirt, jeans and orange (why in the world that colour?) sneakers. In the place of neatly cut blonde hair licked into a sleek style, he was looking at a carefree hairstyle, it was obviously carefully arranged, but it was carefree, not serious. It was slightly too wild for his liking. The boy had a practised smile that reminded Gabriel of Emilie.

And there was the perfume add. "Radiant? Carefree? Dreamy?" why would a son of his be radiant, carefree and dreamy? He was an heir to the fashion empire. He was supposed to be serious and involved in the business. A teenage son of his was supposed to be … he did not know what a teenage son of his was supposed to be, he did not remember he ever had plans for a son, to have one, to raise one, and what he expected him to do. But if anyone asked him, he expected his teenage son would be hanging around CEOs and studying stock markets and sale statistics, perhaps designs and materials, he definitely did not expect his son would be a model. That was something Emilie did. That was something his mother did.

His lawyer told him he was stripped from the parental rights but Gabriel did not know why. Perhaps it was because he was arrested in China. Perhaps it was because he was Hawk Moth. That returned his thoughts back to his original concern. He was Hawk Moth but he apparently had no magic jewel that enabled him to transform. He turned back to the tablet, finally he stumbled on the information on Emilie's condition and the sarcophagus. There was nothing on his son.