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The next day was eventful.

"Hey, Marinette, do you notice anything different in what Nath's wearing? I know that there is something different, but I can't place it." Alya said.

"Yeah, he's wearing red shoes." Marinette said. Alya looked down, and saw the she was right.

"And his hair, it's, is it clumping slightly together and the ends? Or is that just me?" Alya said. Marinette peered at him, him thankfully not noticing, and Mari saw that Alya was correct.

"Yeah, it is, reminds me of when he was akumatised." Marinette said. Mrs Bustier walked in.

"Everyone to their seats!" She called. Alya shot a look at Marinette that clearly said: get me some detail or I will skin you. Marinette smiled, and sat down next to the artist. Mrs Bustier started roll call.

"Adrien!"

"Here!"

"Alix!"

"Here!"

"Alya!"

"Present!"

"Chloe!"

"Here!"

And so on.

"Marinette!"

"Good Morning!"

"Max!"

"Present!"

"Mylene!"

"Here!"

"Nathaniel!"

He barely looked up as he said "Here!" His hands were twitching and he grabbed his sketchbook out of his bag. He opened it up to the page that he had drawn last night and pushed it over to Marinette. She looked down to see a drawing of the Evillustrator, along with the words: I am coming whether you like it or not, Nathaniel. I am here to stay. Marinette shuddered, then looked closer at the whole picture. She noticed something strange: It wasn't Nathaniel's handwriting. She'd seen his writing when he was taking notes.

"Hey Nath," Marinette said, startling him again. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Yeah?" He replied.

"Can I see your notes?"

"Uh... Sure." He grabbed them and showed her. She compared the two and make a tiny noise signifying that she was right. "What is it?"

"Um... Nathan, what were you feeling when you did this?" She asked.

"I felt like someone was crawling against the inside of my ribcage and someone was waving pixie dust in my brain. Why?" He replied.

"See this writing? This is you writing yesterday." She looked at him study his own writing. "And this is what you did last night." And she showed him that, and he jumped ever so slightly. Why is he so jumpy? Marinette thought, but continued. "They're different." She said.

"This wasn't you writing it."

That lunch, Alya ran up to Marinette, who was talking to a silent (and very pale) Nathaniel Kurtzberg.

"Hey Alya." Marinette said. Nathaniel nodded at her.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Alya asked, dragging her away. Marinette shot an apologetic look at Nathaniel, and he just nodded again.

"What. Just. Happened?" Alya hissed.

"Nathaniel found something out that shocked him." She answered simply.

"What, Mari? I need details!"

"Promised not to say."

"Hmmpf!" Alya huffed. They walked back to Nathaniel.

"Sorry about that." Marinette said, sitting next to him again. He made a noise meaning he didn't mind.

"Um, no offense, but why aren't you talking?" Alya asked Nathaniel. He shook his head, then scribbled something down and passed it to her.

'Feel like my voice will betray me if I do.' It read.

"What does that even mean?" Alya asked, showing it to Marinette, who whispered something to him. He wrote something else down, and passed it to Mari.

"Something happened in class. Don't want to talk about it. Is that okay?" She read it aloud. "Of course it is. So, Alya, how's your presentation going?"

"Meh. I mean, Kim isn't known for his excellence in school." She replied, at which they both laughed. Nathaniel handed another piece of paper.

'Is it really that bad? I mean, I for one feel bad for Ivan.' Alya laughed.

"I know, Ivan must be suffering. " Marinette said.

"You what's weird?" Alya said randomly. They shrugged. "I thought of a song that sums up Chloe. It's called 'Angel of Darkness.' Like, to her father she's an angel, but to everyone else she's a devil. An angel of darkness is actually the devil."

"Huh." Marinette said.

"Max and Sabrina are working well." She continued their earlier conversation.

"And Alix and Mylene." Marinette said. Awkward silence followed.

"Okay, what happened in class?!" Alya exploded. Nathaniel sighed. He handed another piece of paper to Mari.

'Is it okay to speak?' She looked him in the eyes.

"Yeah, you're good." She said.

"What is happening?!" Alya asked. Nath took a deep breath, still looking Marinette in the eyes.

"Well..."

(Flashback)

"This wasn't you writing it."

He had paled instantly, his teal eyes sticking out more than ever. He studied his writing, the way he didn't finish his a's or the way his brackets look like C's. He then studied the other writing, the fancy N on his name, the curly y.

"You're right." He murmured. He looked up, but his eyes weren't his usual bright colour. It looked like the pupils had streaked outwards.

"Um..? Nath? Are you okay?" Marinette asked quietly.

"Nathaniel's being erased." He snarled.

"No. He's not. He's in there." Marinette replied sternly. "Nathaniel, fight him. Remember the Super Nathan comics? Be the hero. I know you can."

"Stop!" The Evillustrator snarled. "He's going." Nathaniel replied. His eyes went back to normal, and his kind voice returned. "Woah, what just happened?"

"Uh, nothing! Just your alter-ego the Evillustrator took over your body and yeah..." Marinette replied hurriedly.

"What?!" He asked. He swayed a bit, and put out a hand to steady himself.

"Are you alright?" Marinette asked. He nodded.

"Did I hurt anyone?" He asked weakly. Marinette shook her head. He whinced as his head throbbed with pain.

"Let's get you checked up on anyway." She said. She put up her hand.

"Yes, Marinette?" Mrs Bustier asked.

"Could me and Nathaniel go to the Nurses' office? He's got a headache and is disoriented." Marinette explained.

"Of course, Marinette. You'll help him, I suppose?" She said as Mari nodded. They walked down the stairs in the classroom and Marinette felt people watching them. Also, Mrs Bustier said, "right everyone! Back to work!"

(End of Flashback)

"So that's why you walked out!" Alya exclaimed. "Are you okay Nath?"

"Yeah." He said. "Still have a headache, though. And I get dizzy occasionally."

"Okay. So that must be why you look Marinette on the eyes every time you speak. To see if Evill- he is controlling your body." She fixed under Marinette's glare. He nodded again.

"I almost collapsed on the way to the Nurses' office." He admitted. "Three times."

"I just wanna know why the Evillustrator is active. I mean, a purple butterfly didn't fly on you, did it?" Marinette asked.

"Nope. I make sure. But also, if the Evillustrator is stirring, that would explain why I've been drawing his trademark symbols." He added.

"Oh yeah!" Marinette exclaimed. When they looked confused, she explained. "You started drawing them the night Puppeteer was defeated, right?" He nodded. "I remember that Evillustrator was one of the - my - dolls that were controlled. Maybe the Evillustrator's tired of not being able to do anything?"

Yes, the Evillustrator purred in Nathaniel's head.

"He says yes." He blurted out.

"Who?" Alya asked.

"Him. No idea how, but he said it." Nathaniel shrugged.

"You can't just shrug something like that off!"Alya exclaimed.

"I can certainly try." He replied.

"Ugh..." Alya groaned. "You're impossible!"

"I am most certainly not." Nathaniel replied curtly. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"Oh, my, gosh I hate you right n-"

"Is that the bell?" Marinette interrupted. Sure as day, the school bell was ringing in the distance, signalling the end of lunch break. They walked to class, talking excitedly. When they walked in, Nathaniel and Marinette split off from Alya and sat down at the back.

"I've decided to add something to each of your presentations!" Mrs Bustier announced. "Next Monday, when you present, you will have to dress up as your villains!"

"Dibs making our costumes!" Marinette hissed to Nathaniel.

"Fine by me. I'll make the tablet and pencil." He replied.

"Juleka and Marinette's groups, see me at the end of school." Mrs Bustier added. "Continue."

That seesion, every group got a staggering amount done.

Ivan and Chloe (after Ivan forced Chloe to help. (He got in trouble)) got the description and ability pages done on both of their villains.

Alix and Mylene got everything but the designs for their costumes done.

Max and Sabrina just needed to make the costumes.

Adrien and Juleka got everything related to clothing done.

Nino and Rose only had the Appearences page to go.

Alya and Kim had the costumes and description to go.

Marinette and Nathaniel had to make the costumes.

Marinette glanced at Nathaniel.

She looked at how he fidgeted with his hands when he got called out. The way he brushed his hair more out of his face. The way he blushed when he realised someone was staring at him...

Wait. She quickly flitted her eyes away from his.

How could he ever turn evil? Marinette asked herself. Oh, right. When that idiotic, arrogant Hawkmoth gets to him when he's weak.

"So you four are probably wondering why I called you here." Mrs Bustier began with.

"Yes, Miss." Adrien said polietly.

"And before you worry, it isn't because you are in trouble. In fact, you four work extremely well in your pairs." She continued. They all blushed at the compliment.

"Thank you, Mrs Bustier." Nathaniel murmured.

"It is just because you only have one villain in your groups. So, Adrien, you will have to dress up as a boyish version of Reflekta. Marinette, you will have to dress up as a female version of Evillustrator." Mrs Bustier explained.

"Okay. That makes sense." Juleka said. "I have an idea for you, Adrien."

"Cool! So is that it, Miss?" Adrien asked.

"Yes, now go on." She smiled as they thanked her and left, sharing ideas. "I love my class." She murmured to herself.

...

"Hey, Nath, wanna come to my house at five this afternoon?" Marinette asked him.

"Is that okay by your parents? I mean, my parents won't be home for another week, so I'm good." He replied.

"I'll just check. Wait. If your parents aren't home, want to just come home with me?" She replied.

"Um, if that's okay, sure." He blushed.

"I'll be a sec." She excused herself, grabbing her phone. She pressed a contact before holding it to her ear. "Hi, mum."

Nathaniel, deciding he shouldn't listen in, sat down on the stairs and started to draw. He drew Marinette this time, as Evillustrator.

"Really? You don't have to..." He heard Marinette say, as she was approaching him. "You want to hear him?" A pause. "You're sure?" Another pause. She handed the phone to him with a quick 'here he is' to her maman.

"Nathaniel?" She said.

"Yes, Madam?" He replied.

"Call me Sabine, son. Are you going to come over to our house this afternoon? Is it okay with your parents?"

"Yes, they're away for another week, anyway. Are you sure that you are okay with me coming?"

"Of course! The only visitors Marinette gets is Alya, Manon and Adrien for that Ultimate Mecha tournament. It'll be good for me and Tom to meet more of her classmates."

"Thank you, Sabine." He said, then handed the phone back to Marinette.

"Bye, Maman." She said, then hung up. "Let's go! Have you ever been into my father's bakery?"

"Sorry, no, I haven't. I've been meaning to though..." He apoligised.

"That's ok. Didn't you come at Christmas?" She asked.

"I'm Jewish." He said quickly before turning away.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" She exclaimed.

"That's okay." He turned to face her again, and smiled.

When they arrived, Nathaniel was met with the lovely smell of bakery. He brushed his hair over his left eye as he saw Marinette's mum, being as shy as he was.

"Nathaniel! So lovely to meet you!" She said, smiling warmly. He blushed very slightly.

"Hello, Sabine. I love your bakery." He said. He looked at Marinette, who was smiling eagerly.

"Thank you, do you want to meet Marinette's father?" She asked.

"Um... sure I guess?" He hated how it came out more like a question.

"This way." She said, guiding him to where Tom was.

"Oh! That's Marinette's friend! Didn't expect you here so soon!" He exclaimed.

"Marinette basically ran." He laughed a little bit. Sabine and Tom did as well.

"That's new. Normally she's as brain-dead as a zombie at the end of each day." Tom chuckled.

"I can, sadly, relate to that." He murmured.

"Ah, well. I'm Tom, and I hear your name is Nathaniel?" Tom said.

"Yes, but you can call me Nath or Nathan if you want." He replied. He loved Marinette's home already. Her parents were nice, and the place had a warm, friendly aura, unlike his home, which seemed to be stone cold and empty 24/7.

"Come on Nath! Wanna continue our project?" Marinette said.

"Um, sure thing." He replied. He followed Marinette to her room, but he thought he could hear a 'I don't know which I rather more, Adrienette or Na...' from Tom and Sabine.

When she opened her trapdoor and they went into Marinette's room, all he saw was pink. It didn't catch his eye, though. What did, however, was the five dolls on her desk. He looked around, and saw Marinette hurridly putting something in a box.

"Well, it is okay that I kind of drew you as the female Evillustrator...?" He asked slowly.

"Of course!" She exclaimed. "I didn't know when I was going to do it anyway, can I see it?" She asked.

"Sure thing." He said, grabbing it from his bag. "Where they the dolls that..." He swallowed, "Puppeteer controlled?"

"Yes. I've been meaning to make more, but I keep thinking: what if Manon is akumatised again? So I haven't." She explained.

"Right. Here it is." And he handed her the drawing, and picked his doll up, after asking Marinette first, of course. He inspected it, and saw the amount of detail in it.

"How did you get it so accurate?" He asked, peering at her through his hair.

"You don't remember?" She asked, and he shook his head. "You asked me on a date."

"What?" He asked. Memories that weren't his crowded in, and he saw flashes of him, akumatised, of course, and Marinette on a boat. He saw her ask if she could draw something for his birthday, and him agreeing. Then Chat Noir's baton was in front of him, and he was snarling at Marinette.

"Nathaniel?" He came back into focus at the mention of his name.

"Yeah?"

"Your eyes went darker. Not black, more of a turquoise." She explained. "What happened?" She asked more softly.

"He..." His voice cracked, and he coughed and tried again. "He made me remember."

"Holy Shoot..." She murmured. "If it's too much, we can just play Ultimate Mecha Strike Three."

"No, I got this. So. Where do we begin?"

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