Hey,

I know Adrien seems a little out of character in this story but I just thought that it suited him better for the purpose of this story.

By the way, if you have any suggestions to make I would love to hear them because I don't really know where I'm going with this story….

Anyway here is chapter 3,

"you missed a photoshoot. Father is furious" said Felix upon seeing Adrien trying to sneak into the house unnoticed. Shit.

"I… em…. It's just that with the akuma attack I couldn't make it. The path was blocked." Tried to justify the youngest Agreste. It wasn't exactly a lie. Being Cat Noir meant he had to stay and fight the akumas and couldn't go to photoshoots. And a bus had fallen on the path to the photo studio. But Felix didn't need to know the whole truth. Yet he couldn't help to curse under his was already hard enough to explain why he vanished in every single attack with people that neglected him. But Felix was everywhere. It would only get harder from now on. His brother looked down at him. He hated that look. "Sorry" he muttered.

His brother didn't acknowledge him. He just turned around and left. Adrien felt as though he'd been stabbed. No matter what happened, how much people bust him up, his family would always find a way to bring him down. Why couldn't he just be Cat Noir all the time? Why was he born in this family? how did everything changed so much? What happened to the walks in the sun in little town that he always considered his home? What happened to Mother? What happened to Father? What happened to Felix? He sighed. It was no use to think about that.

He went back to his room, hating how his steps echoed in the mansion. He missed their little down in the countryside, the one with only two bedrooms and a kitchen that was also the living room. He had wished for so little back then. He still did. But unlike before he couldn't satisfy his ambition with a bar of chocolate.

"Cheese!" demanded Plagg. He had almost forgotten about how weak his kwami must be feeling. He hurried to his room and took out a whole camembert from his minibar. The little black god forgot everything about his tiredness and swallowed the whole thing. He half chuckled half sighed. Now he was the only one exhausted. He let himself fall to his bed and fell asleep before he even realized it.

Next day didn't start much better. When he was taking a shower, he noticed a purple bruise on his neck. His suit usually prevented any Sirius injury but that didn't mean he was indestructible. So, he looked on his third drawer for the concealer the had become one of his best friends. He carefully applied the makeup wincing every once in a while.

"You're not gonna full anyone with that makeup" warned Plagg, flying around the room in lazy manner.

"Shut up! It worked before and it will work now" assured Adrien.

"But before no one payed real attention to you."

"What is that supposed to mean? Nino pays attention to me. Also, there is no one else around to notice."

"What about your brother?" That made Adrien think. When they were kids and he such much as scraped his knee, Felix would go ballistic trying to make the pane go away. But that was before Moher left. He didn't care anymore, he had made it clear enough. He shook his head and forced himself to smile.

"It'll be fine" he knew he wasn't fooling anyone: the little pest knew him too well to fall for the reassuring words and smiles. But he wouldn't say anything. It wasn't his style. And Adrien was glad about that.

He went downstairs, mentalizing himself for the lonely table that would be set, for the everlasting silence. He almost forgot Felix was there too. The older blond was like a ghost; you just wouldn't notice him. He caught himself fast enough not to make a fool of himself by jumping or screaming. He knew if he did, he would never hear the end of it. The two brothers didn't talk during their meal. Adrien didn't even try anymore. After a week, he was growing resigned. Their once beautiful and special relationship was gone.

School wasn't very different from usual: class with Miss Boustier, lunch, Chloe causing an akuma, almost transforming back in front of a bunch of reporters, coming back, making up an excuse, talking to Nino and leaving early for the photoshoot he hadn't attended the day before. The routine tasted like cake's ashes.

At least he could pretend Felix was still in America…

The surprise came when he went downstairs to fetch some dinner and some more cheese for Plagg. Felix sat on the other end of the table, and for the first time in what seemed like forever he started conversation. He just wished it was different conversation. "Why did you teacher call to warn us you weren't with the others during Dentor's attack?"

Adrien's mind went blanc. He was caught red handed. He paled, he felt as though he would faint. "I… I…"

"I asked you a question and I expect a proper answer that include more than one word." Scolded Felix with a perfectly calm demeanor. The panic was forgotten, replaced by anger. How dared he ask something from him when he didn't to that himself? He baled his feet, his vision went red. He could feel Plagg nagging him so he would calm down. He ignored it.

"Me? Why don't I answer with more than a word? You've been doing the exact same thing for a week and I didn't complain!" he responded, his blood boiling. "So quit lecturing me as if you cared. It's pretty clear you don't. Stop playing the role of the worried older brother. You're not!" he was panting by the end of his tirade. It was unfair. Felix had no right to tell what to do or what not do. Not nor ever.

"Don't you raise your voice at me." Growled Felix getting closer. Adrien just couldn't take it anymore. He wouldn't. his righteous sense came to him and out of instinct he punched his brother on the jaw, sending him tumbling a couple of steps. But his anger hadn't yet subsided. He kicked him once more, forcing himself to canalize every negative emotion into the motion. The last thing he wanted right now was to get akumatised because of that asshole.

Once he cooled down a little he looked at what he had done and felt ill with guilt. He had hurt his own blood. He just couldn't stand there. And so, he ran. He ran outside the house and into the streets of Paris, not stopping 'till his feet hurt and he couldn't breathe was the second time in his life he ran like that, the only other when he had realized his mother was not coming back.

"Are you okay?" asked a feminine voice behind him. When he turned around ha was greeted with the sight of his Lady.

"No" he admitted before he could think about what he really wanted to say. He shouldn't bother her.

"What is it?" questioned the girl in the polka suit. She let herself fall down next to him from the rooftop. He immediately cursed himself for forgetting patrol. For a moment, he thought about confiding to her. She was the woman he loved after all. And then he remembered how overwhelming being a superhero could be. He couldn't put more weight on her shoulders. Otherwise se would end up like him, and he didn't wish that upon anybody.

"It's nothing really" he assured, but his voice sounded hollow even to him.

"But…" the heroine started.

"It's nothing!" screamed Adrien and left running. Again.

Marinette just didn't know what to think, 'Adrien must be really unstable right now. I wonder what happened?'. She knew that Adrien's life was far from perfect: he saw his dad once in a month, was forced into a job he hated and lessons he wasn't interested in. yet she couldn't fathom something bad enough to let him in that state. He was out of breath, with tears prickling his eyes and a sour expression. What happened to sweet, smiling Adrien?

The next day, she made a point to be at school early so she could coax Nino into talking to him before class. That would definitely boast him up. She told her friend a part of the truth, saying that she had seen him running in the dead of the night by afar and that she was worried. That wasn't enough.

"Are you sure it was him girl?" asked Alya. Of course, she wouldn't be convinced that easily. She needed proof." It was dark, it could easily be someone else"

"I swear it was him. Nino, are you gonna help me?" she pleaded. They both looked doubtful but after a silent conversation they decided to listen to the blue haired girl.

"Sure. I'll ask him if something's going on?"

"Thanks Nino. You're a life saver!"

But when he arrived at school, Adrien didn't go to Nino as usual. Instead he walked towards Chloe. Intrigued his best friends followed suit making sure to stay out of sight.

"Adrikins!"

"I'm not in a mood Chlo" said the boy looking dejected.

"Is it about him? Listen, you just have to let go of this. I know you expected something different, but people change" for the first time in her life Marinette got to see Chloe Bourgeois looking apocalyptic.

"It's not just that anymore. I lashed out at him yesterday. Gosh, Chlo I hit him"

"You what? But… I mean…. I thought…." She shook her head. "He deserves it. He had it coming. Don't beat yourself over it. I'm sure he's okay"

"He is! But that doesn't change anything. He promised he wouldn't tell Father and all, so I'm not afraid either. I just… I can't believe I'm not even sorry. I mean, at the moment I was, but with every second it just feels like a did the right thing" He confessed. It was so weird to see Adrien confiding to Chloe. It also hurt so much. He would never confide to her. Chloe was more important to him than her. She almost started crying right there and now but she grabbed a hold of herself before she could do it. That wasn't the point right now, it was Adrien's sanity.

And more importantly, who was he?