A shorter chapter than usual, sorry!
A whirring filled his ears, blue-ish light flooding the floor, creeping over his feet and up over the rest of him. He gripped his cane excitedly, his pure akumas fluttering about him in a flurry of seemingly endless white. He could see, in his mind's eye, a poor, broken boy lying face down on his bed. The blond mess atop the pillow rolled to one side, revealing a miserable, tear-streaked face, reddened eyes behind a mask as black as the night sky.
"Chat Noir." Hawkmoth announced. "Now, isn't this just a pleasant surprise? For so long, you've thwarted my plans, you and that Ladybug," He snarled, "and your kwami has kept you hidden from my akumas, but not anymore. The power of a broken heart... it's just purr-fect." He held his hand out, a white butterfly alighting on his palm, disappearing under his other hand. Dark energy drained into the creature and he let it free. "Go, my little akuma, and show our new friend the true meaning of a crushed heart."
Adrien, Chat, sighed heavily. Why couldn't he fall for someone like Marinette? She was so kind and caring, a true friend, even if she did act a little odd around him. She was more relaxed around him as Chat Noir than Adrien, she smiled this sweet, endearing little smile, she was there to comfort him, put up with his meaningless flirting, puns and lame jokes. Why did he have to love Ladybug? She would never love him back, he knew that now. He probably wasn't even worth a hundredth of the man she loved.
Something brushed his hand. He looked down with a frown, a burst of deep purple flashing against his gloved fingers. He startled up, on his feet and shaking his hand violently.
"No! No, get out of my ring, out!"
"Chat Noir." A voice called. Chat whirled round, still trying to dislodge the akuma. A tormenting spike ripped down his back and he toppled forward against the bed. "I am Hawkmoth." The voice continued, seeming to emanate from deep within his mind. "I will give you the power to crush the hearts of those not worthy of loving, even your lady's love. I only ask for something small in return."
"No! Get out of my head!" A deep chuckle menaced his nerves, an attempt at standing futile. "Plagg... Plagg, help me... please..."
"There is no fighting it." Hawkmoth taunted smugly. "Ladybug should be with you and you alone. No-one else deserves her. Use your powers, find your competitor. With him out of the way, Ladybug will come to you. And, if you get me her Miraculous, you can be with her. Forever. Do we have a deal?" Chat opened his eyes groggily, agony thrashing through his head, thundering down his back and along his limbs. It got worse each moment that passed, there was no fighting this.
"Yes." He found himself saying through gritted teeth. "Yes, just make this stop."
"Then go." Emitting from his ring, deep shadows tinted with that dark mauve bubbled over him thickly, ploughing into his skin, icy trickles mutliplying and burrowing to his bones. For a moment, his vision darkened and he could see nothing. Just as suddenly as it began though, it was over. The pain was gone and he could stand again. He could sense Hawkmoth in the back of his mind, but it was no longer an intrusion, simply a voice of reason. Turning, he caught sight of himself in a mirror. Gone the black suit and easy demeanour, replaced with something much more elegant and haunting. "Go," Hawkmoth prompted wickedly, "go and avenge your heart, Chat Blanc."