A/N: Many things will be already cleared up during this and the next chapter! Enjoy!

When Marinette entered the alley, Adrien and Nino were kissing.

Or better, Adrien was kissing Nino.

The blond was sitting on the ground, his hair still pulled back and wet because of the rain. He was holding the other boy, a hand resting at the back of his head and the other holding the side of Nino's left cheek. Lips against lips, he seemed serene: his eyes were closed, and his cheeks slightly red as he enjoyed the chaste kiss.

Nino, on the other side, was completely still. He wasn't blinking even though his eyes were wide open while staring at his friend in utter shock, and he was not breathing. His arms were spread at his sides, his fingers twitching in a desperate attempt to do something, anything to get out of that situation.

Marinette wanted to scream. The umbrellas she had carefully collected were all dropped to the ground, the raincoat and her own umbrella avoiding the same fate because they were being held by the only hand that hadn't given up on life.

What the fuck.

What. The. Fuck.

Something inside her cracked.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" She screamed.

Her mouth had never stretched so much, but she couldn't blame herself for that: who she had to blame was Nino. Nino, the friend she cared so much for and that had kissed Adrien Agreste.
Before she knew it, her grip on the poor umbrella's handle had become exceedingly strong, possibly because she was picturing something else that she could hold in that same way.

Her scream triggered something in Alya, who stood up outraged as she grabbed both boys by the collar. She pulled Nino by her, while forcing Adrien to stand up.

"HANDS OFF, BLONDIE." She tossed him brutally away. "What is wrong with you?!"

The named akuma struggled to keep his balance, tripping over his own feet because of his tied ankles, and ended up standing awkwardly in front of Marinette.

Her eyes were soulless as she watched him notice her presence, black ponds sparkling with joy. A little redness was still adorning his otherwise pale cheeks.

"Marinette!" He opened his arms as if he expected a hug. "You finally came!"

Dread was slowly washing any bit of her consciousness away, realisation kicking in.

Adrien Agreste had feelings for Nino.

This was a battle she couldn't win. Adrien would never like her, and she couldn't force him to go against his own nature. She'd have to be the good friend who understands and respects their own boundaries, burying her own feelings somewhere so that he wouldn't see them.

"I'm so happy you are here! You guys really are amazing, with all you are doing for me."

The love of her life was talking, but she wasn't listening. She was also ignoring the incomprehensible screams coming from behind him, even if those were really loud and hysterical-sounding. Her throat was tensed, her mouth closed.

Two cold hands touched her cheeks, golden claws brushing lightly against her temples. Adrien chuckled, a little sadness present in his voice.

"I just... don't know how to thank you enough."

Marinette found herself being kissed.

Cold lips pressed on her own, while one of the boy's hands moved to the back of her neck.

The other hand gave up as well, and the umbrella fell to the ground, followed by her father's raincoat.

Rain started to fall on her face as her body temperature raised at high speed, her shoulders tensing. One word made its way through her messy thoughts: it was hopeful, unsure and scared. Bisexual.

Marinette didn't think about it for too long however, another realisation turning her reality upside down. She wasn't enjoying the kiss. She had expected her first kiss to be something special, something that could have described as fireworks lighting up a beautiful summer's sky at night. Instead, she realised that she wasn't feeling anything apart from extreme confusion, embarrassment, and stress.

She was shocked. Part of her still couldn't understand how she had managed to get kissed by Adrien Agreste and was enthusiastically analysing her situation, but something in the back of her mind told her that there was something wrong with what had happened. This didn't resemble any of her fantasies, it felt… rushed. Unwanted.

He pulled away, a peaceful smile on his lips.

"You smell sweet," he noticed, his eyes still locked on her lips. "Like a pastry that has just come out of the oven. I like it."

She was not going to lie to herself and say that the kiss or the look he was giving her weren't affecting her at all, because they were, and hard. Her head was spinning now, and the hand that was still clapped to her cheek had become the only thing that allowed her to stand straight. She didn't even dare to imagine how red she was.
Adrien's words, his eyes… everything was too good to be true, and yet she couldn't bring herself to enjoy it as she wanted to. She had been kissed by someone who hadn't bothered to see if that was what she wanted as well.

Just as her mind raced through her battling emotions, a hand emerged from behind the boy, pulling him back. Adrien fell again to the ground, yelping in pain. An angry Alya towered him from behind.

"What the hell?!" she was trying to contain her volume, but was greatly failing. "What was that for?!"

The akuma turned to face her, still sitting on the wet asphalt. He frowned.

"Are you… are you mad at me?"

That was a useless question, really. Alyal's arms crossed on her chest and she eyed the boy as her brows furrowed.

That was enough to frighten him, and Adrien brought his knees up, tense. "I'm sorry. I did not- I did not mean to make you mad. Um, is it…" his black eyes were as thin as needles, and he had turned pale again at Alya's unchanging glare. "Is it because I didn't kiss you too?"

He didn't receive an answer. All he got were amber eyes staring back at him with anger.

"I can fix that?" he panicked.

That clearly wasn't the right thing to say to an angry Alya. She gritted her teeth and raised her arm, clearly angered and ready to hurt the akuma in front of her, but Marinette saw it coming from a mile away. She did not know with what strength or will she was able to move towards her, but she grabbed her friend's arm and pulled her back just before she could actually do anything to Adrien..

"What are you doing?" Alya pulled away from her grip, taking a step back.

She didn't know. She was just so, so confused, but she knew that what her friend was about to do was wrong. Violence was never to be used.

"Why are you stopping me when this akuma" the name came out almost in a spat from Alya, "is trying to mess with us? Are you all blind or something?"

What was she supposed to answer her? She didn't have a justification for Adrien's behaviour, and yet she couldn't bring herself to believe that he was not to be trusted. Even after what he had done to her and Nino he looked just scared and confused, and Marinette just couldn't imagine him having any sort of ill intent towards them.

She struggled to get her words out.

"I agree he's acting strange, but I don't think.. he's not.."

"He broke Nino!" Alya screamed back. Her hands gestured to the named teen, who had not moved of an inch since the 'accident.' Marinette had to actually look at him for a little longer to confirm that he was breathing and that he wasn't dead. It was like his brain had completely stopped functioning. "And he's kissed you probably to get you startled, and..."

Marinette breathed in. Alya would not let her talk, she had understood that. She thought that she was protecting her and Nino from some sort of danger, meaning that she would not allow her to have any say in the matter.

She wasn't surprised when she heard her continue, gesticulating violently.

"And I just can't allow that, Mari. Not when I know how much that means to you." Her head turned again towards Adrien, and she bit her lip just to hold herself from doing anything to the boy. "He's just a disgusting akuma trying to use you all by getting under your skin in a way that has to be the stupidest idea anyone has ever had."

She had to despise him a lot, and Marinette was terrified of that. She didn't know exactly Adrien's situation, but she was sure that he needed more allies than enemies.

"Really though," the girl was now addressing the akuma directly, and her angry tone caused him to shrink even more. He looked like he wanted to disappear. "What were you thinking, kissing Nino of all people?"

Black eyes seeked refuge on the ground, avoiding her intense glare.

"Marinette I understand. It's a low, disgusting move, but I see how having her on your side would give you some advantages. But Nino? Did you really think it was going to work?" She clicked her tongue. "Pathetic and stupid, that's what you are. I'll make sure you learn that before you will even think of messing with my friends again."

The threat sent a chill down Marinette's spine. Alya was not kidding, she was really planning on making Adrien pay for the wrong she thought he had done to them. She had to intervene somehow, stop her by telling her that what had happened was not that bad. She would have to lie and tell her that that kiss hadn't had any impact on her even though it so clearly had.

"Alya," she tried to sound convincing. "I know you are upset, but this is not what we should be doing right now."

"That's right, Mari. We are wasting time here, is that what you were going to say?" The girl adjusted her glasses. "But you know, I don't think that listening to his pity talk would be any better, even though you and Nino seem to be so obsessed on doing that."

"No!" She attempted to protest. "What we need to do right now… what he needs…" It was hard for her to talk when she knew who she was standing up against. She never was any good at handling an aggressive Alya.

"What Marinette is trying to say is that what he needs is a safe place where to stay and some rest, my dude."

She looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Nino slowly making his way towards them. He had finally woken up from his trance, and now seemed to be willing to take her side in the argument. Unfortunately, it was not like that could make the situation any better: at least four people were needed to calm Alya down.

Nevertheless, the young reporter seemed relatively pleased to see that his brain was alive and kicking. Of course, that didn't stop her from arguing with him.

"What he needs is to be interrogated and freed from the akuma."

Nino sighed, scratching his neck. "Alya, you have to chill with this whole punish-the-akuma thing, it's honestly getting out of control here."

"Ah, yes! Please keep enlightening us with your whole buddy-buddy talk, Nino!" The sarcasm in her voice was so thick that it almost made Marinette nervous. "Because that's helped sooooo much until now, right?"

To Marinette's surprise, Nino did not lose his composure at that. He simply approached Alya, getting between her and Adrien.

"I don't think you understand what I'm talking about, dude."

The reporter raised a brow at that. "Is there anything to understand in the first place?"

"Yes, many things actually. There's a difference between what you are doing and what I have been trying to explain to you." Alya stayed silent, and Marinette thanked god she hadn't decided to interrupt Nino. "You treat Adrien like an evil-genius dude who's gonna wait until the last second to turn his back on us. That's what you see, right?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Alya nodded, not sure where he wa going with what he was saying.

"I only see someone who needs help. Because come on Alya, it's true that I'm Adrien's best buddy, but you can't seriously tell me that you think he's been acting like he usually does. Spoiler alert by the way, he hasn't. I've seen the face he's doing right now only a couple of times on the guy, and that was only when he was completely out of it."

Brown eyes widened, whether in disbelief or mockery, Marinette didn't know.

"Is that your excuse? Really?"

"I dunno," Nino shrugged. "That sounded pretty good to me considering that the first time we saw him he was tied to a chair against his will, right?"

He took one step towards her. She backed away, unsure on how to answer him. Marinette breathlessly watched as Nino's strong, confident and yet casual figure towered her friend.

"I mean, it's not like you would expect him to be completely fine after something like that," he continued. "Oh, and let's not forget that for all we know he could even be drugged. Sounds pretty nasty, doesn't it."

Silence fell, and the sound of the rain took the place of the words. Marinette watched as Alya's shoulders relaxed, her eyes closed as she slowly breathed out.
She had finally given up.

"What do you say we do, then?" There was still a bit of irritation in her voice, but nothing that Marinette or Nino weren't used to.

"We talk to him," he simply stated.

He didn't wait for her to say anything else, he turned around to face Adrien. His eyes softened at the sight of his friend, wet because of the rain and shivering because of the cold. His thick locks almost hid perfectly his scared black eyes, and his mouth was pressed in a thin, silent line. Nino had the best intentions, and yet Marinette could tell that he was a bit uncomfortable when he kneeled down in front of his friend.

"So.." he fidgeted a little, unsure of what to say. "How are you, Adrien?"

He didn't get an answer.

"For real, this time. I'm not gonna be okay with your usual I'm good, buddy. Not today."

Nothing changed.

Nino looked back, probably searching for some sort of support, but only found a puzzled Marinette and an unsure Alya. He was alone in this.

"Dude, listen to me." He took a deep breath. "I wanna help you, okay Adrien?"

Cold lips moved, but the sound their produced didn't manage to reach his ears.

"What did ya say?"

The akuma shifted. "I'm… Hearts." He held onto his knees tight. "The King of Hearts. P-please call me that."

Alya flinched. Marinette watched as every muscle of her body tensed up, only to realise that she had unconsciously done the same. They were getting somewhere.

"Okay," Nino continued with a small smile. "Okay. Hearts, how are you feeling?"

"I'm… cold."

The small answer had to had filled him with joy, because he instantly turned to Marinette with such radiant eyes that she had to convince herself to stop staring at his smile to actually do what he had asked of her. With little, delicate steps, she proceeded to get over where her father's raincoat had been dropped to the ground and picked it up.

"It's a little wet," she said as she handled it to the akuma with care. "But I hope it will do."

"Thanks." He offered her a smile before putting it on, and Marinette felt her cheeks suddenly getting warmer. There was something about him, about his defenseless behaviour that completely disarmed her. The fact that she could still feel his lips on hers did not help her hiding her flustered face, but he did not seem to mind it too much.

As Hearts started to rub his hands on his arms, Nino continued his chat.

"Hearts, I will be asking you a couple of questions now. Would it be okay for you to do that?"

"I want to help. I'll.. I'll answer what I can." The blond nodded.

"Perfect, my dude. Now, I really don't know how to put this, but I think that we all need to know this here…" he scratched the back of his neck, and suddenly Marinette already knew what he was going to ask him. "Why did you… err, kiss us?"

Hearts looked surprised at the question, as if it was not what he was expecting. "Oh," he got a strand of hair away from his eyes. "That?"

Nino couldn't do anything but just nod and look away. God, this was getting awkward.

"It's because I love you. Isn't that obvious?"

Marinette stopped breathing, Alya almost managed to trip even though she was standing still, and Nino's face seemed to threaten another brain malfunction if things kept going that way.

"Y-yeah, right." He managed to get out in a choked laugh. He was trying so hard to keep his cool, Marinette admired that of him. "Who are you talking about, dude?"

"All of you. I love all of you." He stared with innocence at their confused and horrified expressions. "You kiss the people you love to prove it to them. To prove you care." His tender smile dropped as he realised something. "I'm sorry Alya, I was going to kiss you next, but you got mad at me and…" He frowned, and Marinette had to hold herself from hugging the boy because of how sad he looked. "...I'm sorry. I didn't want to get you mad, I promise I will do better next time."

No one knew what he was exactly promising, but the threat of said promise seemed enough to shake Alya to her very core. Her eyes widened and her mouth was left slightly opened; she didn't even know what to say.

That did not seem to calm Hearts down, and a new wave of concern washed over his gentle features.

"You still love me… right?"

The silence filled again the small alley, and the akuma shivered. His face had lost every bit of colour as he tried to hold back small moans, his hands stopping to caress his own arms for warmth.

"Right?"

Alya just stared at her helpless friend, completely frozen. Her eyes darted to Nino, reality strucking her all at once: she was standing in front of someone who had been held hostage for god knew how many hours and that was in extreme need of help, and she had doubted that. She had accused the signals that he had sent them, the little cries and his unstableness, to be lies. She felt horrible and stupid, and yet she didn't know how to amend to her mistake.

"Please answer me, I… I don't know what I would do if you didn't love me."

This was not normal. This was not something Adrien would ever, ever say and that scared Marinette to no end. She was aware that some akumas had a drastic change in their personalities because of Hawkmoth's magic, but she had never seen something of this kind. No akuma that she recalled had such sadness and emptiness in their eyes, no one looked like they would just sit back and let the world destroy them without fighting back.
No one seemed so desperate for affection and approval.

Adrien looked dead at the moment, as if he was waiting for someone's judgement. His eyes and his body language… everything seemed off, broken and utterly wrong. Marinette wanted to throw herself at him to try and fix him, to give him back a sparkle of life in his dead eyes, but he looked so delicate and weak that she was afraid of breaking him. The thought that he could have so much fear and sadness in him was horrifying.

Alya still couldn't find the strength to answer him and Marinette didn't blame her: what was there to answer to someone that was clearly so… messed up? This was not okay. This was not normal.

"I said I'm sorry," the akuma continued, his voice shaky. "Alya, I'm sorry!"

The girl made an attempt to answer, and her lips moved slightly, but what came out of her mouth was not any louder than Heart's scared sobs.

"I'm sorry," tears started to fall down his face, mixing with the rain, while angry hands held his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nino decided that he had had enough of this. He jumped in his friend's arms, holding him tight and causing him to stop his whimpers. His hands were delicate around his fragile frame, and he tried to embrace as much of his friend as he could.

He was shielding him.

"It's okay." Nino's voice was gentle, but not steady. Seeing Adrien like this had had a great impact on him. "It's okay now. We all love you here and we won't hurt you."

Marinette held the strand of her purse as he talked. She watched as Hearts' eyes lost a bit of their emptiness, and his body started to react to the friend that was pressed against him. It was almost as if he had only noticed now Nino's presence.

"We all love you. You are safe here," he repeated reassuringly.

Hearts' sobs stopped. He closed his eyes, breathing normally, and nodded. He was forced to look again at his friend only when the latter distanced himself from him, still holding dearly onto his shoulders.

"Hearts… what day is it?"

The akuma only stared back at him, confused.

"What day is it today?" Nino repeated.

He realised too late that Hearts simply hadn't replied because he didn't know what answer to give him.

"I don't know."

"When was the last time you had something to drink or eat?"

"I don't know."

Marinette's heart ached. She wanted to crawl on the wet asphalt and scream, curse the man who had hurt his friend this much. But she didn't. Instead, she just watched Alya crying as tears made their way down her cheeks as well.

"How long… how long were you…?"

Nino couldn't finish: he choked on his own words. Marinette knew, however, knew what he wanted to ask him.

How long were you tied up against your will?

Hearts seemed to understand as well, and he shook his head.

"I don't know."

That was the last straw. Anger finally took over her, and Marinette found her body violently shaking. She approached the two boys with such speed that Adrien almost jumped back, startled by her sudden appearance. The little reminder of his constant state of fear only fueled her fury.

She would kill him.

She would kill Hawkmoth.

Her hand reached out to the two boys, pulling them up with encouraging strength.

"We are going home," she said. "Now."

Alya woke up from her daze of self-hatred, and hurried to pick up the umbrellas that Marinette had abandoned on the ground not too long ago. She was still sniffling, and every now and then her hands would reach out to wipe away an old tear, but Marinette admired her strength and her will to help.

Once an umbrella was handled to her, Marinette opened it, shielding herself from the rain. She found it quite useless since they were all completely soaked anyway, but didn't complain: the umbrellas were a good way to hide Hearts' features, and none of them had the strength necessary to deal with someone who could recognise him.

Hearts walked at Nino's side, holding onto his arm as if his life depended on it. His eyes never left the ground as they walked at his slow pace due to his tied ankles, and no one managed to get out a word during the short trip to the metro. In all honestly, she would have liked to be the one holding and comforting, but didn't trust herself to do so and thanked Nino for his surprising courage. She was still shaking.

She had hoped all the anger and frustration would leave her once she had reached home. She wasn't surprised when that didn't happen. She let everyone inside, gesticulating to them to be silent: her parents did not know they were there after all and she would have to wait until tomorrow to find a good excuse that could save her ass. One after the other, everyone took off their shoes, left the umbrellas by the door and headed upstairs to her room. Hearts did not take off her father's coat, making his short trip to the stairs a little difficult: her father's raincoat was way too large for him and all of his movements had become more clumsy and cute. She didn't bother asking him to take it off, imagining that it was still helpful to him for keeping him warm.

Once she got to her room, she found Nino settling Hearts down on her small sofa, while Alya had disappeared from her sight to search for a pillow and a blanket. She smiled at the sight, and proceeded to sit down at the side of the blond. He still looked nervous, and his eyes would dart from one side to the room to another, searching for something that she didn't know.

She traced little circles on his arm, reassuring him. His ankles were still restrained, as she hadn't had time to find something to break the rope as of now. She thought of how Nino had calmed Hearts down, and decided to do the same.

"We all love you. You are safe here, Hearts."

Black eyes locked onto hers just when Alya reappeared by her side, armed with a fluffy-looking blanket and a soft pillow.

"I love you guys," he whispered. "I love you. Thank you so much for everything."

Alya bit her lip, shifting her weight from one foot to another. "Adrien… Hearts, I'm sorry if I doubted you. You needed help and I was just being selfish and stupid. Could you ever forgive me for that?"

"It's okay," he smiled. "The important thing is that we all love each other, and we all care for one another here. That's more than enough."

Marinette could tell that answer hadn't helped Alya all that much: she grimaced and looked away, horrified. She still felt guilty.

"Catch some sleep now," Marinette decided to change the subject for the sake of them all. They all needed to rest. "You know you need it."

The akuma nodded before adjusting his pillow. Everyone took that as a signal to leave in order to sort themselves out for bed, but Hearts grabbed Marinette's hand before she could get too far away from him.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked.

She went back on her steps, approaching him again. "Sure."

"If you love me… does that mean you love the others too?"

Marinette had to think about it for a moment, only to realise that he was probably talking about Spades.

"Of course we do. It's still you, you know?" She wanted to hug him, hold him tight to show him how much she loved him, but she stayed in her place. Somehow, it just didn't feel right. "He's still 'Adrien.' He might be a bit different, but we are going to help him."

That seemed to satisfy Hearts. He pulled her in for a quick kiss, but she managed to avoid it and forced him to kiss her left cheek instead; she had had enough of surprise kisses for today, and there was something seriously wrong with Hearts' way of showing affection, so she had decided to avoid it in any way possible. He, however, did not seem to mind too much and fell back onto the little sofa, closing his eyes.

Marinette left that side of the room and approached her desk. She left her purse inside one of her drawers, mumbling a quiet goodnight to Tikki, and grabbed some pillows. She climbed onto the small platform where her bed was at only to find Alya staring wide eyed at the resting figure below them. Nino was mumbling something downstairs, but she didn't pay too much attention to him.

"What's wrong?" she asked her.

"Mari, Hearts just said others. Plural." Alya sounded sincerely shocked, but Marinette didn't understand why. Maybe she was just too exhausted.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that there's more than two of them."

Marinette choked on thin air. She coughed and coughed, falling face front on top of the bed.

"WHAT?"

He hated this.

He had been searching for those damned four for the entire evening with no success and that frustrated him to no end. Spades just couldn't understand how he could have missed them when one of them could hardly walk and Ladybug had pretty much left them on their own after a certain point. He wanted to hit something, break it into a thousand pieces, but know that he couldn't because the noise would only alert them if they were close.

Just to make things better, it was raining heavily now. He could feel his bandages and clothing get soaked, turning into a darker shade of red.

Disgusting.

He gritted his teeth, angry. He should have had them by now, he should have been able to get to them and make them all pay for what they all had done. Hearts would have to pay too: he was an enemy now, he needed to be punished.

An annoying spot of blue appeared under the dim light of a street lamp, and Spades nearly cursed.

Not him.

"Heya there!" the blue clothed figure approached him, waving happily at him. "How's the search going?"

"Diamonds," he spat. "What the hell do you want?! Why are you here?!"

"Woah, calm down there brother," the named teen held his hands up defensively. His blue, rectangular glasses shifted with his movement. "I'm here to help you!"

Spades raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Really!" Diamonds nodded. His blonde hair was neatly brushed to the side, just like the Original would wear them. Spades found that slightly irritating. "Tell you what, I even came here willingly, Father didn't order me to come and help you. Pretty nice of me, huh?"

Nice my ass. Diamonds was a liar, everything that came out of his mouth was never true, which meant that he probably had been forced to come to him and probably had a mission.

"I don't give half a crap about what you did, just tell me what you want."

"Ruuude!" Diamonds complained. "I was searching for Plagg, but had to come here because you so desperately needed me."

"I don't frigging need you, you a-"

"Ah ah ah! No interruptions, little brother!"

Spades had to bit his tongue not to lash out at him: he hated when he called him that.

"I found him, you know?" Diamonds continued. "Plagg."

The other akuma stared at him, his permanently furrowed brows raising in surprise. "What?! Where was he hiding?!"

Diamonds giggled. "How would I know?"

"What do you mean how would I know? Didn't you find…." Spades stopped mid sentence, growling. "...you didn't actually find him, did you?"

The other hummed. The bastard was having fun.

"You lied! Again!"

Diamonds didn't even bother to look at him, interested in a closed shop down the road. It was quite late, but some shops' lights were still turned on.

"Can I just kill you? Please?!"

He shrugged. "Probably."

"Wait," Spades scratched his head, concentrating. "That means I can't kill you, right?"

"Mmh-mhh."

"How the hell am I supposed to interpret your stupid humming?! Why don't you just stop lying for a second and stop talking in riddles?"

Diamonds made an offended face, bringing his hand to his heart, outraged. "Is that what you think of me, little brother? You think of me as a liar?"

"But that's exactly what you are!" Spades was screaming now, exasperated.

"Okay, okay. Let's calm down here a little, all right?" Diamonds gestured him taking a deep breath. "Better?"

"No. Just keep going, say whatever you have to say and leave me alone."

"Well, Plagg disappeared alongside the ring, right? It was my job to get him, as the ring kind of got taken away by a certain someone someone…."

Spades nodded. He remembered being incredibly frustrated and so, so angry at that. The stupid kwami had managed to flee and the ring… the miraculous had been stolen from right under their noses.

"But Father wants me to work with you know! We have a mission!"

Spades groaned. He was going to die. On a second thought, they were both going to die: he'd make sure to bring the bastard with him if he ever felt like killing himself.

"I'm very excited, aren't you?" The other akuma did not even try to understand if he was lying or not; he decided that ignoring him was going to be the thing that could possibly give him a little bit more lifespan. "My first mission with my little brother…! It's going to be fun!"

"Don't call me that!" Spades yelled at him. He was so close from actually kill the guy for real, he didn't need to be tested. He wanted to shut him up for good.

"Don't call you what?"

The disgusting sarcasm in his voice made it. Spades sent silver swords flying towards him with an angry cry, all of them aiming for his head, but the other disappeared into thin air as soon as the swords had started to make their way towards him.

Suddenly, he was kicked from behind, falling face front on the concrete. He turned around just to see Diamonds smirking at him while looking down on him.

"Now, now." All the cheerfulness in his voice was gone, even though he was smiling. The fact that he couldn't see his eyes because of the thick blue lenses bothered him, he could never tell if he was being serious or not because of those things. "That was fun and all, but I wouldn't do that ever again if I were you. Unless you want me to hurt you, that is. If you are feeling slightly masochistic, then I might be able to help."

Spades wanted to spit in his face. "You -!"

A foot brought his back glued to the ground again. He groaned as Diamonds pressed hard onto his stomach.

"Don't forget the hierarchy, little one"

He let go of him, freeing him. He turned his back on Spades, beginning to walk away from him. "Get up and hurry."

The other was still mad, but didn't do anything more than gritting his teeth and show him his worst glare. "Where are we even going?"

"Glad you finally asked," Diamonds said, smirking. "We are going to have a little chat with out beloved mayor."

Spades almost stopped in his tracks. His face lighted up, his mouth opening up in a grin.

This was going to be his kind of fun.

A/N: Adrien is not okay, and I made sure to show that. Or at least you can say that I tried.

Ahahaah, Mari said fuck. I don't plan on making this a regular thing, but I figured that if there was something that would cause Mari to swear Adrien kissing Nino would be it.

Noooow, regarding Hearts' kisses…. Please don't put too much thought into them, because he clearly doesn't.
Hearts wants to love everyone and anything, and to be loved in return. For him, it is not about which sex he is attracted to, and it's not even about the actual person who he wants to be with: the mere act of being loved is all that matters. He wants warmth, any form of it.

Btw, this is a really unhealthy way of behaving in my opinion, as some love can actually hurt you, just as it would for example in an abusive relationship. In fact, if someone with an abusive behaviour approached Hearts, he would accept them right away and allow them to do whatever they wanted to him, happy of the "love" he'd be receiving.

It's almost as if he's addicted to being loved.

It's a really bad thing.

And since I'm here, the different versions of Adrien are going to be different from his actual personality, aka a bit of OOC: all together, they make Adrien, but when they are separate one from the other they can seem like different people.

I didn't even read this twice... Ugh, I hate this chapter. Please be merciful!

Thank you and have an amazing time!

- Nami