Here's the next chapter! Sorry if it's not very smooth, I didn't really proof read it very well- I'm kinda tired, it's midnight, I'm not nocturnal, and I need to sleep, I just wanted to post though :)
Edit: So, warning, there's character death in this chapter. (Thank you d8rkforcen1ght7 for suggesting a trigger warning)
~Speckle
The violet akuma floated straight upwards, which Hawkmoth thought strange. He waited for it to find the person. I'm going to do something good. For once. He felt his akuma connect in an unusually short amount of time. What am I going to say? He began to start speaking, uncertainty very clear in his voice, but then stopped abruptly as he saw a dark shadow right in front of the circular window. It was a humanoid shape, which had fallen down from above, and had now disappeared below. Then, he felt the connection sever sharply, and he couldn't feel the emotions any more. He felt it was like a hot spike had been removed from his head, leaving a blank void, an empty space. He saw the akuma flutter back in through the window, returning to his shoulder, but he didn't react to it. What just happened?
(a minute earlier)
Adrien climbed slowly onto the edge of the roof, trembling violently. It was the roof of his mansion, but in his state of mind, he had no idea, and wouldn't even care if he knew. Images invaded his mind, flickering like a broken TV screen. Hawkmoth grinning as he slammed Ladybug to the floor, greedily reaching for her earrings, a crazed look in his eyes, and his father, cold but extraordinarily talented fashion designer. Mayura, the proud peacock and Nathalie the dedicated assistant. Lies. Below, on the streets, citizens he had protected, saved countless times went about their daily business, like everything was normal. I envy you. You don't have to go through what has been done to me. He spoke, voice wavering. "I'm sorry Plagg. I can't take this any longer."
"No Adrien!" Plagg's normally teasing, light voice was weighed down, etched with worry. "Don't do this!" He pleaded. And then the kwami saw the akuma coming, fluttering up from below. In an instant he knew what was going to happen and he knew that he couldn't stop it from happening to his beloved kitten.
"Tell Ladybug…" Adrien's voice broke and a tear of rage snaked down his face as he whispered. "Tell her I'm sorry." Plagg could only watch in horror as Adrien took a deep breath. Closed his eyes as the akuma met his ring.
And plummeted.
Adrien was dead. Even though he was the kwami of destruction, which was literally opposite from emotion, he could feel that Adrien was gone- the connection between kwami and chosen had been brutally severed, and he was distraught. He had never felt this way about any of his previous owners before. Sugarcube and the other kwamis had always called him selfish and self- absorbed, and he had shamelessly agreed, because he always was, but now he wasn't so sure. Adrien had been more than a holder. He had been a friend. His best friend.
Plagg had to act quickly, before people realised what had happened and Adrien was swarmed by people. Everyone would grieve for Paris's greatest model, Plagg knew that his classmates would mourn for a selfless, funny friend, but Plagg would cry for a companion who always put up with him as the only being he could be fully open with. No one had known the boy like Plagg had. No one had been closer.
Sniffing, Plagg solemnly floated to Adrien's hand and tugged his miraculous off his finger. He gazed at Adrien's face one more time. "Goodbye, Adrien," he whispered, before turning and flying away, without looking back. Rage clouded his vision, so that he could barely fly straight, barely see. He shook his head, and his vision cleared a little, set with hard determination. It was time to visit Gabriel Agreste.
"Hawkmoth."
"I take it I am in the presence of the black cat kwami. To what do I owe you the pleasure of your visit?" Gabriel sounded business like, which Plagg found weird considering what had happened very recently, even by Hawkmoth's standards, he would have been at least a little shaken up? He also found it extremely infuriating. "Don't give me that crap Hawkmoth! I swear, I take absolutely no pleasure in visiting a vile monster like you!" The kwami's green eyes were blazing green infernos.
Gabriel immediately seemed to visibly weaken, letting out a sigh, his posture becoming not so straight, his face drooping and gaze falling to the floor, as if these harsh words were all it took to break down the front he had put up, revealing his true, tired, self.
"Then why are you here? Where's Adrien, my son?" Worry crept into his voice.
"You don't deserve a son like him!" The kwami spat, and Gabriel flinched.
"Don't talk to me like that!"
The kwami sniffed and looked down. "Do you want to find him because you're actually worried about him, or because you want to take his miraculous?"
"I don't-"
"No! I'm not done yet!" Plagg zoomed forwards to hover right in front of Gabriel's face, he was startled and took a hurried step back. "Because Adrien's not coming back you hear? You pushed him too hard and you finally broke him. Are you pleased with yourself?"
"Stop playing games with me! What's happened to Adrien?"
"Shut the hell up Hawkmoth! He's gone, and now Ladybug's the only one who can stop you!" Plagg's voice cracked.
"Gone?"
Plagg fled. Gabriel stood there, eyes wide, while in his pocket Nooroo curled up in agony as Plagg's pain and fury coursed over him like ice. But this time Gabriel didn't ignore it.
Plagg phased through the wall of Master Fu's dojo. The Guardian was sitting cross- legged on his mat in the middle of the bare room, but when the kwami entered, he opened his eyes, immediately getting to his feet. "Plagg?" The kwami didn't respond, instead he silently drifted closer, clutching Adrien's ring. "Where's Adrien? And why do you have his miraculous?" Plagg just shook his head in despair. "Adrien's… dead."
Master Fu froze.
Plagg dropped into his outstretched hands, where he lay, unmoving.
The Guardian sunk to his knees.
Am I sorry for killing sunshine boi? Hmmm...
