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The more Master Fu watched, the more he wanted to laugh.
Aspik was so obviously Chat Noir, and everyone was oblivious! Even Ladybug, the very one who choose to give Adrien a new Miraculous. The entirety of Paris were fools. Utter fools. And it was hysterical.
Though he wanted to laugh, Master Fu also desired to screech at the entirety of Paris.
It was…tempting, honestly. To just march into the middle of the street and scream that Aspik was Chat Noir, and they better end this love decagon or whatever shape it was before he lost his mind.
Oh, it was so, so tempting.
But, Master Fu had to remind himself, that's against your training.
The urge was strong, though. He would love to hunt them down, then force them to go on a date underneath the Eiffel Tower.
Not permitted, but he greatly desired to do so.
"Master?" Wayzz asked, draping himself over the back of the chair in Master Fu's inn room. "You're thinking about ways to make them go on a… 'blind date', correct?"
"You know me too well." Master Fu sighed, shaking his head as he tapped the cane he didn't need against the carpeted floor. "Shame I'm not allowed to do so, aye, Wayzz?"
"Indeed." His Kwami agreed, shaking his small, green head. "Frustrating, if I do say so myself. Never have I seen such oblivious holders before. Nothing would make me happier than to see this whole dilemma cleared up."
"Rules or no, it would be quite easy to set them up." Master Fu said, flapping his hand effortlessly. "Very, very easy, in fact."
"That would be quite…entertaining to watch." Wayzz agreed, smiling as he shook his head. "Of course, the boundaries state they may not know."
Master Fu nodded at that, moving over to the small desk over at the corner of the room. He pulled the chair from underneath Wayzz's still form, though the Guardian of Protection hardly noticed it, phasing through the wood and staying in the same position without even realigning himself.
Master Fu sat down in the chair, humming thoughtfully to himself as he pulled out his tablet and began doing his daily routine of trying to decipher the coded writing as he flipped through it.
"I wish I could help." Said Wayzz as he turned around pointedly, only now turning right-side-up. "It would make things much easier."
A power of the Kwamis. They could instantly learn any language they set their eyes on.
"It would, but it's dangerous if Hawkmoth ever got his hands on you."
An ability of the Holders who held the Miraculous. They could extract any information from their Kwamis with a snap of their fingers or shut them up just as quickly.
Master Fu had never used this ability for evil, and he knew Marinette and Adrien would never ever mistreat their Kwamis and such. He couldn't imagine what pain Nooroo and Dusuu were going through, however. Or rather, went through. Hawkmoth had already had a year and a half to pry information from them.
The ability wasn't actually supposed to be available; a design flaw in the Miraculous that the mage had accidentally created. So much for all powerful entities; now their human companions were just as bad.
Master Fu clicked his tongue in thought, glancing out the far window of his room. It was beginning to rain quite a bit outside – it was Spring after all – the droplets landing lightly on his window.
Master Fu stood from his chair, making his way to the glass paneling. Peering out, he rested his hand against the transparent solid, sighing to nothing in particular.
He always loved rain, it seemed to represent new beginnings and always began new, fresh points of view. When he was younger and not so prone to catching colds, he would stand in the middle of the nearest street and let the water run across his face. It cleared his mind, allowed him to think about things with any distractions. It also allowed him a way to cry without being caught, most people presuming that the tears were just rain droplets.
He used to sob a lot after Marianne stayed behind and he left, used to remember her smile with such fondness. They were still in contact through email – modern devices really did allow such privacy and didn't bring such a risk of being apprehended – but it was hard not to be with her. It had been for nearly a century and wasn't going to stop now.
If he was being completely honest, Marinette reminded him of Marianne. When they had first met, when she set about dragging him out of the way of the car, she had done so in the very same fashion Marianne had when she pulled him out of the way of an automobile that was moving much too fast for such an invention.
They had tripped the same way, though Marianne had seemed quite offended that she had 'been practically forced to save him', her words, not his.
Perhaps he had chosen Marinette because she had seemed so close to Marianne. Yes, he had sensed a powerful, determined energy about the heroine upon that first meeting, but he also hadn't wanted to recruit a mere child, didn't want to make the same mistake the first Guardians had. She had seemed too much like Marianne to just…ignore, however, so he allowed her a chance, keeping a careful eye on her.
The first failure almost drove him to take back the Miraculous, regretting letting someone without proper experience handle it, but she made a rebound before he could reach a proper decision, showing charisma only the most elite had.
So, he allowed her to be.
It was for a different reason that he chose Adrien, another teenager, to be a Miraculous holder; he showed compassion, sacrificed his own chances to go to school for an elderly man. He had moved to Master Fu with speed the Guardian had never seen before, reaching his side in a matter of seconds and helping him up.
A simple act, to be sure, but a Black Cat did not need to be intelligent.
No, they only needed to be devoted to the Ladybug, to protect the scarlet beetle, to understand that the insect was more important than they, that only they could save the day when up against a Butterfly and a Peacock holder.
This loyalty could only be seen in someone single and close to her age. If it had been a teenager heroine and a forty-year-old man, well…yes, that would not have worked out whatsoever.
Nearly identical ages were best; in some instances, twins were called upon to be Ladybug and Chat Noir. (It made things…interesting when they didn't recognize one another. So much for the maxim Twins have mental links.)
In the end, it turned out to be best that Marinette and Adrien were so young; despite being inexperienced, they were a wonderful match, a perfect pair. Where Marinette lacked in martial arts, Adrien contained a large mental binder full of protective tactics and useful skills. When Adrien was clueless worldly-wise and with social skills, Marinette balanced him out beautifully.
She came up with crazy, surreal plans, and he was straight-forward. She saw most of the angles, looked at it from multiple perspectives. He helped her see the more obvious plans she tended to ignore. A perfect yin-yang.
A wise choice, if he did say so himself, even if it started as a mistake. He also understood now why most holders started out as children; they were able to learn to be responsible with their limited abilities until they got a flood of unlimited powers.
As his Guardian mentor used to say; Children need maturity before they became adults. Which, in terms of Miraculous, meant that they needed training and responsibility until they were able to become full-fledged Holders.
Wayzz floated up beside Master Fu, following his gaze into the darkness. "What are you thinking about, Master?"
Master Fu spared him a small smile. "Just about my training, and how Marinette and Adrien were such wonderful choices."
"Despite being oblivious?" Wayzz tempted, smiling slyly in a very Trixx-way. "Because that appears to be their main trait, all things considering."
"Even with being oblivious." Master Fu smiled back, cocking his head fondly as he patted his Kwami. "While I admit, it can be bothersome occasionally, it has its moments of being quite intriguing. It will be interesting when they at long last reveal, hopefully after Hawkmoth is defeated. I shall enjoy their reactions immensely and can only wish that Ladybug will not be too perturbed by his decision to keep both the Snake and Black Cat Miraculous. I pray that she will take it all smoothly."
"Do you believe she won't?"
"I am not sure. She may love him, but love doesn't block the feeling of betrayal." Master Fu shrugged, waving his hand. "I hope she won't be bitter, but it's hard to tell with females."
Wayzz, well versed in the ways of humans, nodded in understanding. "Indeed. Females – especially humans – are strange, fickle beings."
Master Fu laughed at that, shaking his head. "That, my friend, we agree on."
The two lapsed into silence, Wayzz floating onto his shoulder and resting against Master Fu's shoulder.
Master Fu was quiet for a long while, stroking Wayzz's small head while pressing the other hand against the windowpane as the rain hammered down.
Honestly, while he loved rain, felt like it symbolized new beginnings, new beginnings didn't necessarily mean happiness. Rain was most often associated in sorrow and sadness, and for good reason to.
As he looked at this particular rainstorm, he knew that something was going to happen, something that, though it may signal a new beginning, would not be a happy one, especially not for Marinette. Fear clenched at his heart, and he wondered what he could do.