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Here's chapter seven, I hope you like it. Please review I really appreciate it.

Going to school the next morning was blast. For the first time in his life he had bet his father at his own game. It was all matter of resistance he realized. Whoever didn't budge the longer and found the better excuse to manipulate the other would win. Now that he knew the rules the game would finally be even. The feeling of power was new and intoxication. Not that he let it get to his head. He just enjoyed it in a sane way. He was greeted by stares and whispering just like on his first day. His mood didn't change.

"Dude, it thought you dropped out of school." Exclaimed Nino from behind him. Oh. So, Father had made it official to everyone involved. He reigned his fury the best he could. "I tried dropping by but they wouldn't let me in." Nino's concern for him was amazing. He could always count on someone other than his lady. His other persona wasn't the only one worth liking. "What happened?"

Adrien didn't want to go into detail so he just went to the best part. "Remember how you told to stand up to my father when he was unfair? Well, I finally did. And here you have me" Nino praised him for he knew how hard it must have been. His best friend just smiled.

"I…Uh… Hi!... I…Uh… Back you are, I mean you're back. "The hilarious blabbering of his friend made him smile as he turned around. There was the girl with blue hair, looking as sheepish as ever. It made him smile. It was good to be back. Maybe he had only been away for a day but everything seemed new once again. Only it was even better.

"Hi Marinette."

The doorbell rang and he left to class while the girl just waved him goodbye with a dazed smile. The blond was, of course, oblivious to this.

Miss Boustier seemed happy to have him back but didn't comment which he appreciated greatly. He had enough attention to last him a lifetime. It was just so hard to be stared at like the famous boy who always had problems to show up to class. He was already the model, the image of perfection. Didn't that make him enough of an outcast? Of course, others didn't exclude him, actually they were a little too nice to him. It was only because of the money and the fame. What else could it be? He was still Adrien no matter what. He shook his head. Don't think, he reminded himself.

The school day seemed uneventful until lunchtime when Chloe got the janitor akumatised by telling him that his career was stuck in the lowest position and that he would never have a decent life. That resulted on a new supervillain called Careercleaner, who had the power to make everyone hate their profession and hate as much as he did. And the more people he hit with his giant broom the more people he converted in his suitors. The victims immediately turned into zombie like creatures who used their different qualifications to attack in plenty of ways.

He quickly made up an excuse about having a photoshoot to get away from Nino and hid behind a publicity stunt to transform. Once his costume had enveloped him, he felt different. His alter ego was the perfect excuse to run from his personal problems. He might've been happy all day but the dull pain inside of him was still to subsid.

He followed the new threat silently running on the rooftops. He gained speed and was joined by Ladybug. "Seems we have a mess to clean up. Let's hope we mop the ground with him." he greeted not stopping. His partner rolled his eyes but he knew she was happy to see him back to his usual self. After that they fell into their usual fight routine. First, finding a way to get closer. Then, distracting the army and lastly open a breach so his Lady could capture the akuma. The first part was a no brainer, they just used their weapons to create shields in front of them and charged. It was after that that things turned ugly. As usual, Chat Noir volunteered to by the diversion, but he wasn't counting with being thrown over by a hammer and cut with butchers knifes. He heard his Lady scream for him but he wouldn't let the little problem go away.

"Go Ladybug, I'll be fine." He screamed, meaning every word. Doing it proved more difficult. He was quickly overwhelmed and weakened by the constant aggressions. It didn't matter how habile he was, when he got morphine shots from angry nurses, electroshocks from computer geniuses all while being slowed down by the city athletes it was impossible to keep up. He began to feel rather tipsy and weak, his vision was plagued by purplish spots and hard focus. He knew something was wrong. His only possibility was to run but when he tried his legs barely responded. He had to use his last resource. "Cataclysm" he yelled and touched a nearby building, efectivly creating a barrier between them.

Then it all became black.

He should've let Chat alone, realized Marinette when, after defeating Hauckmoth's victim with the help of a book and using her powers to turn everything back to normal, she found her partner laying on the streets covered in bruises and blood. No. this wasn't happening. Not to him. Not to her. Not now. Not ever. "Chat…" she whispered. She knew her magic couldn't heal people but she still tried to use her lucky charm once again to find something. Of course, it didn't work. Tikki was too tired. She looked around for something, anything that would help him. She didn't find anything. "Chat!" she screamed pulling him close.

"Did you finished cleaning up?" he said. Tears of joy prickled her eyes. She could've sworn he was doomed to remain in the hospital for the next month. But he was okay. She hadn't lost him. looking into his clouded eyes she found a deepness in them. A loud beep interrupted the moment, breaking the moment. They were both about to turn back. It wasn't without difficulties that Chat got up and left. Marinette almost felt tempted to go home with him to make sure he got there safely. But her identity didn't permit it.

Adrien entered his room threw the window and fainted once again. When he woke up, he was laying in the same uncomfortable position with Plagg hovering over him with a concerned expression. Next to him were a bunch of bandages tainted with red blood. It took him a moment to realize those were his. Shit. Someone had seen him. They would find out about his secret. No, no, no, no, no. "Plagg who saw me? Oh god, this is bad."

"No one saw you, don't worry."

"But the bandages…"

"I did that. I couldn't let you bleed to death. Who would give me my cheese. Don't worry too much about the wounds. They're mostly flesh wounds, except for your left shoulder. You're not going to be able to move that one for a while. Don't worry I called Tikki and she is on her way to help you heal."

"Tikki?"

"Ladybugs kwami. It's not her area of expertise but between the two of us we might be able to do something." That relieved Adrien. Otherwise he would have to fake an incident and he wasn't in the mood for that.

Felix heard a loud thump coming from Adrien's room. Not again he thought running to his baby brother's side, remembering the incident of only a few weeks ago. When he entered, he saw a black dash flying away from Adrien. No. Not him. He shook his head and the paranoia away. The younger Agreste could never be part of that scum. It was just his imagination.

Once the idea disappeared from his mind he saw the important part. Adrien was laying on the floor semi-conscious and bleeding everywhere.

"Adrien, what happened to you?"