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SilvershadowDimensional: …T_T You're making me cry every time I read your wonderful reviews (in a good way). :') Thanks so much for bothering to review and I feel honored that my one shots get such a reaction ^^ I hope this one won't be too bad either.

Prompt: Ladybug was red, so was Marinette now. Chat Noir never wanted to see that colour on them, not like this and certainly not on his hand. It was a sin, another to many, a sin he wasn't sure he could bear.

Rating: T (mentions of death)

Mix of LadyNoir, Marichat.

Enjoy!

My Sin

He watched his lady, bathed in red, not because of the color of her suit, but from the wretched liquid staining her civilian clothes.

She lay motionless on the ground.

No moving chest, a signal of her breathing.

No twitching muscles, a signal of her exhaustion from their akuma fight.

No blue eyes he could get lost in, for they were closed. The same blue of his lady, the same blue of his princess' eyes.

He watched the final tendrils of darkness vanish from his clawed hand, the last remaining traits of his Cataclysm leaving.

He never knew what it could do to living beings.

Plagg had warned him about it's destructive power.

He had never used it on people. He never planed to anyway.

But…

She had just…jumped right in front of him.

And he had touched her back.

And now she wasn't moving anymore. His lady, his princess.

He could say he was a fool for not realizing sooner, but he knew now it was too late.

His muscles were twitching, his heart aching and feeling heavy in his chest.

There was an indescribable emptiness inside of him, something he had last felt when his mother had disappeared.

Robotically, he looked down at his hand.

The black leather of his suit couldn't hide it well enough, despite its best efforts.

The thick, burgundy substance still clung to his fingers.

Blood.

Her blood.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he fell hard to his knees, all feeling gone from him except the hollowness within him.

Like a void.

He watched her, watched her lie there motionlessly.

In some part of his mind, he expected her, his lady, his princess, to get up and smile and tease him, tell him it was all a cruel joke.

The other part of his mind cried and raged and waged a war within himself, clawed at the barest traces of sanity still left within him and shredded it to pieces.

The thought struck his heart like a blade.

"That is my sin."

His once vibrant green eyes were now dull.

He long since forgot the pain in his hands as his claws dug into his palms deeply, his own blood dripping from his shaking fists.

I ran to the devil.

He lifted his head up to look at the sky and saw nothing.

He was waiting.

….Short and tragically dark. Ugh, I need to start writing happier things . Thoughts?