Another li(e)fe

Synopsis: Chat Noir had changed; left his lady only to join the despised Hawkmoth. It had been too hard, it seemed, as he ended his life by jumping off the Eiffel Tower. Or so they thought. Nobody ever imagined that he would take on a new identity, nobody except Ladybug, the girl who refused to believe her partner had gone, left the world forever. Angst and Romance fic.

Chapter 1

He glared at her, his icy green eyes penetrating her soul as he bounded away on the rooftops of the city of love, which was bathed in moonlight at that current point. Why didn't she understand? Why didn't she get that he was doing this for a reason? He yearned for her touch, her small gloved hands on his cheeks; her petite figure hugging his. Everything had been alright, they had been the greatest of partners, that was, until, his father ruined it all… ruined their friendship, their partnership, their relationship, all because of his stupid mistakes. Why did HE have to be Hawkmoth? Why did the reason he wanted the miraculous have to be the one thing that gave him joy? If this was the life he were to live, he'd rather end it. Now.

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LADYBUG:

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked, my bluebell ones staring intently at his dreamy emerald green pair.

"Chat! Hold up!" I cried, my voice coming out as a pitiful plea as I chased after him. He hadn't always been like this, no. My partner, the funny hopeless romantic who always tried so hard to woo me had been replaced by a cold heartless monster. Determined, I landed next to him as he looked down on the city from the tip of the Eiffel Tower, his eyes searching the streets as if he were a lost boy, searching for his mother. (Oh, the irony!) His breath came out in short gasps as he took a deep breath and turned towards me, his eyes no longer cold but glittering with unspilt tears that were dangerously close to falling. My own heart broke at the sight of him, he was in this vulnerable state that I'd only seen once before…when he first told me about his mother.

"M'lady," he hoarsely whispered, laying a clawed hand on my cheek, "I hope you can forgive me. It was out of reluctance that I did what I did, I never wanted to harm you, I never wanted to fight you, I-" his voice cracked and sobs racked his chest as I took hold of his head and lay it on my lap. His golden locks fanned out on his face and I took them between my fingers, the texture softer than anything I'd felt.

"Shh, shh Chaton, just breathe. You know I love you, you know that. I don't blame you for anything, I promise"

"No, Ladybug." the cold demeanour was back, and I noticed with a sting that I had been addressed as 'Ladybug', not 'Bugaboo' or 'M'lady', but plain stupid Ladybug. What was wrong with me? Why did I yearn for his affection? I had to stay loyal to Adrien! But, but, something always ate me up inside. I couldn't accept that I might have the tiniest crush on Chat, my goof partner. He leaped up and wrenched my hand of his wrist, pushing me back as he did so.

"Just get lost. I've come to end things and you. will. NOT. stop. me. You stupid bug it's all your fault. Why the fuck did you have to be so perfect? Don't you understand? Hawkmoth has a good bloody reason for wanting our miraculous. When will your stupid head accept that he's not the bad guy? You know what, I don't care anymore. Tonight will be the night I will cease to exist. That'd take the pressure off you, wouldn't it? No, save it for another partner, bug. Just shut up and watch. Just watch." he spat, his eyes dancing like flames as he threw his baton towards me, immediately confining me to the small space as it formed a stiff barrier between us.. No. Nononono. No. He couldn't kill himself. We'd work through it together. I cared for him too much to let him go.

"CHAT! STOP!" I shrieked as he jumped off. The seconds passed like hours as I saw his body tumble down, his hands flailing and his hair flying about. He landed on the floor with a deafening crack as tourists gasped and crowded around their once-beloved superhero. No. This couldn't be the end. What? No, no, no, no. I had just seen my best friend my crush, my partner (die? no, I refused to believe he was dead) fall to what he hoped to be his death. And it was all my fault.

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Howling, her body sagged as the Parisians rushed to take Chat Noir, aka the famous superhero turned villain, to the hospital to see if there was even a tiny chance that he had survived that fatal fall.

A/N: I'm really excited for this fic! I have it planed out don't wanna give it up - I have the whole of the summer holidays to write it!