MLB News brought to you by the Author:The production team has 12 seasons in mind so that the series continues to obtain a higher audience. The 12 seasons are not yet confirmed, at the moment 7 are, but the production is planning to do the 12 seasons.
Not to mention the Ladybug Movie they're making.
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WHAT. ( o - o)
Chapter 6: Exterior Broken
Salty waters surged typhoons, winds divided winter with mist, and the earth stayed strong as it bolstered the remnants of the old world.
It was a tough pill to swallow, knowing that the cataclysmic event scrambled this world's natural order.
It still was.
A crunch was produced from underneath my boots, and I raised the bent objects into the air.
The sun intersecting with the shattered moon replaced the husks of morning blues, providing a discolored light to shine on the small, flat coins in my grasp.
Once minted in massive quantities to facilitate trade, were now insignificant chunks of round, rusted circles.
("Look Papà!" The little girl presented him with the euro cents she had discovered.
"Lucky you!" He grinned at her.
"If I find enough..." She twirled her tuff nervously. "Can you stay at home more often?")
My mouth felt dry.
But that doesn't mean they can't still be of use.
I inhaled the parky ambience. The nippy zephyr filled my chest as my despondent, mittenless hands arranged the centimes into the collection of saturated ice crystals.
Now... There's simply one thing left to do.
(Garbs thrown and furniture shoved; her room was in total disarray.
She huffed, and picked up her blanket, absently lugging it until she arrived at the master bedroom.
"Posso entrare?" Lila knew that nobody was inside, but she asked anyway.
She went in, shaking off any dust it may have gotten while her mamma worked, and stayed paralyzed as she saw a poster harmlessly hanging on the wall.
No matter how many times she told her mamma not to put it there, she had gone against her wishes. Gushing on about the red-spotted heroine of Paris.
She scrutinized the target of her hatred. Her eyes stung, but she refused to shed any tears because of Ladybug.
How dare she?
Who does she think she is?
Just because she's a wannabe hero and loved by all, doesn't give her the right to meddle in her life.
Almost snarling, she tore the image in two until shriveled pieces littered the floor.
She bundled herself up into the large, empty bed. Too big for one to shoulder alone, in a foreign country, with foreign people, waiting to devour her the second she slips up.
"Ladybug..." What she has…
Lila gnashed her teeth. "Don't I deserve that too?")
My palms were numb from compacting the shapeless snowdrift into a purpose, yet they still placed one last article around the snowy sculpture.
The sleet gained a few frozen droplets as I folded my quivering, rosy fingers together in silence, and mourned.
For a teen dealing with her own set of issues, shortcomings, and insecurities.
For a character whose existence sufficed to stir up and incite a better development for another, but not her own.
And for a child who yearned for everything... became what she despised the most.
("Ready for our next photo shoot?" Lila closed the door behind her to rivet the model, whose smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Yeah… " The boy leaned further onto his couch with a lost gaze.
"Why the long face, Adrien?" She relaxed beside him and crossed her legs. "Tell me what troubles you."
She was about to caress his cheek, but she refrained from doing so. For now, at least.
"Please don't." But he knew her well. As if expecting her to reach out to him, he moved away from her accordingly.
A practiced, good-humored grin cloaked her scowl. "Don't be like that!"
"Specially since I have this." It was her time to wow him with the stuff she carried with her.
"No way!" Like a kitty, his demeanor changed 180 degrees. "It isn't supposed to come out until next month! How did you...?"
"It's not a big deal, really." She twirled her hair. "The many charms of being me."
It took every bit of patience to hear the geek rant on and on about video games, all to get him to hand over his pre-ordered copy.
A test of her commitment, to be sure, but the torture she underwent was... worth it.
It was.
Honest.
"I don't think this is a good idea." His expression fell. "Father won't-"
"-What we don't tell him won't hurt him." She shook her head to dispel those thoughts and shushed him by handing him a controller.
An internal struggle gleamed from his eyes.
She laid her smooth hand on his shoulder. "For once Adrien…"
And whispered. "Have a little fun."
"... Okay."
She masked her triumph.
"I'm a pro at video games." Never saw the point in them until someone tried to one-up her. "Prepare to be defeated by me!"
"But I guess… I can allow you a win or two." She mused. "I can also talk to your dear dad into letting you attend Chloe's party today."
He stopped moving at that, but she didn't notice, so she continued droning on.
"You know what I'm capable of. You could even..." She grimaced at what she was about to say next. "... hang out with your group of friends until midnight."
But the prospect of bugging a certain pigtailed girl b rought a beguiling smirk to her face.
"For free too. Aren't I just the nicest?" How she craved to watch her squirm. She was going to relish it.
Lila Rossi was surprised when there was no follow-up to her declaration. Only those emerald orbs of his staring at her, contemplating, as if seeing her for the first time.
She should've been overjoyed.
Her hands turned bone-white from how hard she gripped the apparatus. "Are we playing or not?"
The boy snapped from whatever daze he was in and laughed, probably too excited to try out the game to refute her erstwhile speech. "You're on!"
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She gave a side-eye at the isolated, innocent blond... and clicked her tongue.
He's—at best—a means to an end.
That's all.)
I drew a wobbly smile on the snowman.
Wherever you are… I hope you gain a home to be embraced in, people who you can actually smile and seek solace with, a place to belong…
Where you don't have to live out a lie.
A creeping sensation tingled the back of my neck, springing goosebumps all over my covered arms.
I glanced from the edifice to glimpse where the feelings of being observed appeared from.
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But nothing was there.
Solely the forsaken, chilly breeze flurrying under the nacreous dawn, and a vermilion memento mantling a girl's final resting place.
ฅ-*୨୧*-ฅ
Because of the unstable weather, trekking the iced Paris was not a simple task, but one I had to undertake.
Pants emerged as I encountered another dead end, leaving me to lean on a dilapidated store to regain my bearings.
With the waves rising and lowering at abrupt paces, it turned this city into a constant, ever-changing maze. Impossible to predict what would remain, and what would be gone the next day, in the next hour.
Haggard, without a clear destination, and with a dose of the cat's bad luck rubbed off on me, I groaned. "He's going to kill me."
("Is this..." What I think it is?
Blanc lifted the edible in front of my wavering form. "Purraise me?"
He didn't foresee the hug I tackled him with.
"This-" I couldn't finish my sentence, too enthralled by the wondrous find.
To others, it might be an insignificant commodity.
"Thanks, Blanc." To me... it meant the world.
He mumbled something in response, but between my cheers of delight, I missed it.
"What was that?" Melted bitterness swelled my cheeks.
"Nothing, my vulpi. I'm happy that you're happy." While a different kind of bitterness arose on his features.
"... Why wasn't it me who stole your breath away?")
A shock wave that wobbled the snow-capped surroundings sent me reeling. Thankfully, the jet-black winter coat I was wearing protected me from the biting, thick ice.
"I should've let Blanc forage alone." I got up from the snowfield and kneaded my frost-nipped palms as I ran towards the source of the booming sounds.
("What I gathered isn't as grand as yours, but-" I hesitated.
There were sparkles coming off of him.
"Should I... be concerned?"
"... No?" He wagged his tail at the thing in my hands.
Relenting to his request, I finished the chocolate bar and surveyed how the akuma surrendered to his instincts…
And pounced at the thrown yarn ball.)
A cacophony of metal being bashed together resounded closer as I picked up the pace.
"C'mon..." Clouds began to assemble, and I snatched my hood to block out the little drops of drizzle from the darkened skies. "Where are you?"
*crack*
("Is this necessary?" He pondered as I swathed him with various tattered towels I had procured from the manor.
"You shouldn't have jumped in if you didn't want to get doused." I scolded.
"Bear with me, Blanc. I can't have you become ill."
He leaned in. "I can't, remember?")
The earth shook again, followed by the rapid succession of short, sharp strikes clattering vehemently in the rain.
"Blanc?" I called out breathlessly as the upended Iron Lady came into view.
The place where everything began... and where everything ended.
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("At this rate..." I said as his hair tickled my nape. "I'm going to get drenched as well."
"Bear with me." He cheekily replied, mirroring my previous statement.
"I'm in your care after all.")
"Blanc!" I barely espied a speck of the albino before something red blurred, and a burst of light charged up like lightning, clapping the air and splitting the skies.
*crack*
In a quick panic, I got behind one pillar of the monument as ice pellets surfaced from the aftershock and battered the ferruginous structure.
"No way..." I let out a shaky breath and lifted my arms to shield myself from the blowing gales that ensued.
"-had enough?" I heard being declared in the aftermath, but my strength almost left me at the sight of the Eiffel Tower being effortlessly cleaved in half.
Somehow, my trembling legs managed to unglue themselves and move. I wanted to run away, yet I traipsed one step at a time, gripping my pocket in trepidation.
*crack*
"There you are!"
My blood ran cold. Not because of the brumal chaos… but because of the force of absolute destruction Blanc wielded at his fingertips, directed right at me...
Waiting to be unleashed.
"My..." My heart clamored against my chest as he wore an expression I'd never experienced before.
"Vulpi?"The pale-bluish glow died down, and the akuma took a step forward.
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And I unwittingly took a step back.
"... Why?" Hurt seeped out of his tone.
The rainfall soaked us from tip to toe, mingling with the tears strolling down from his mask. He raised a hand to his face, as if confused; yet it accomplished nothing to hide the raving, doleful brokenness overwhelming his features.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
*Crack*
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"Didn't you say you cared?" He cried out.
*Crack*
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"Why do you keep lying to me?!"
*craCK*
Time had stopped when a sudden crackling noise shot off, freezing us in place. Disclosed or went unsaid, there was no need to convey our feelings any longer.
We both had the same foreboding mien as slowly, in unison… we looked down at the glazed, weakened ground.
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It all happened so quickly.
One moment, I was standing at a fair distance from him, unable to comprehend what was going on.
"LILAAAAA!" And in the next, Chat Blanc's terrified, agonizing screams deafened my ears as I was mercilessly dragged into the depth below.
ฅ-*୨୧*-ฅ
Water closed over my mouth, cutting me off from my supply of breathable oxygen.
I thrashed, trying fiercely to swim my way to the shimmer of sunlight rippling above, teasing me, mocking me, as my body fought for every last bit of air.
But the gelid seawater did not allow me to do more than that.
It swirled around me, crushing me, gushing down into my lungs. My windpipes burned as if a thousand needles had been plunged into them, causing pain to ricochet off my ribs and around my torso. Leaving me without the maneuverability to voice the words that could save me.
I should've felt panic, fear, and more panic as it bereft my arms of sensation from the ceaseless movements, inducing me to sink further into the pelagic abyss.
I was only benumbed.
Lungs contracting themselves, and pulse slowing down increasingly, my struggling ceased.
The undersea sang, and even though I recognized I wouldn't obtain any air, I took a silent breath.
It was similar to the beginning, trapped in another reality, helpless to escape. The glimmering walls of vast, menacing waters and soundlessness were...
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Peaceful.
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But instead of frigid tides, my surroundings rippled, and a stream of air imposed itself into my throat, with sharp-like talons snatching my wrist.
My muscles were numb, unable to tense at the sudden intrusion, but I greedily sucked in the oxygen, expanding my airway.
Something hit the ground, and blood pounded in my blurry eyes as I made out a silvery rod, planting itself onto the ocean floor.
The warm source of my air supply pulled away, and my respiration almost desisted in its entirety once again, as the white figure of a former hero had me in his grasp.
I didn't have time, or the capacity, to surmise what just happened as the pole rapidly extended itself, taking us along with it.
As we neared dry land… A motionless presence lying right next to the commemorated tower appeared.
Shock and horror were engraved into the lifeless, aeruginous statute of Hawkmoth, depicting what the wielder of the Butterfly Miraculous thought in his concluding moments.
At what he had created and set loose upon the world.
ฅ-*୨୧*-ฅ
Low clouds and squalls of driving rain greeted us as we burst to the surface with a thunderous leap, flinging water everywhere.
We lurched onto the snow, heads tilted back as we desperately gasped for the wintry air, and coughed out the leftover seawater.
I barely supported myself into a sitting position when Blanc did the same, landing before me with his head lowered down, outward features bedimmed.
Being apprehensive, but also short-winded, shivery, and sapped, I was immobilized to do anything as he encompassed my feeble palms with his, bringing them delicately to his face...
And my throat tightened as something clear and wet, different from the cloudburst, saturated them.
"You're..." It was impossible to suppress the woeful quaver in his voice. "... all I have left."
He nuzzled my reddened hands, and the mewls that grew into heart-wrenching sobs made my eyes well up. "You're not allowed to disappear."
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He's merely a kid, and I a regular person…
But we were both forced to endure circumstances that had been thrust upon us against our wills.
And unlike my predecessor... I allowed weakness to pour out in a flood of uncontrollable tears, matching that of the skies above.
He lifted his gaze, leaking out a dangerous mania as he made a promise of his own. "I won't let you."
This wasn't a cartoon, not anymore.
People could die, have died...
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And I almost did.
ฅ-*୨୧*-ฅ
A/N
12 seasons of–I don't want to even think about it.
((( . - .)))
Month has been hectic, so I'll make my Author's Note brief: Wanted to make another chapter in between but Writer's Block sucks, I apologize for the bad grammar and the lack of the usual mood underlying this fic.
( u﹏u)つ Blanc is touch-starved, SI Lila is screwed, and next chapter is going to be small, but oooooooh boy.
So just to clarify-
*Claps hands together.*
-from this point onwards... things will get a little darker.