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genevrier2016-04-15 05:13 pm
bonnechance) wrote in genevrier2016-04-15 05:13 pm
💀 pour oublier ma peine immense
It had been a long and hard three years.
Ladybug had run out of fingers with which to count the sticky situations she and Chat Noir had been in because of Hawkmoth. But finally, finally, she and her partner had him dead to rights. As time went on, they had grown desperate, and they'd made mistakes - but nothing they hadn't been able to fix. He'd made mistakes, too, and that was how the two of them had managed to track him down.
Heart pounding, she cast her gaze down at the man that had been their adversary for so long. Hawkmoth stared back at the both of them with a dark glare full of loathing. There were a lot of things she had wanted to ask him when she finally caught up to him, but there was only one question she was actually able to form.
"How could you?" She whispered, her voice ragged. She was breathing heavily - the fight had taken a lot out of her. Out of her partner, and out of their enemy, too; had it gone on much longer, they all might have dropped dead out of exhaustion. "You hurt so many people."
Hawkmoth's eyes glittered, and he pressed his lips together into a thin line. Ladybug felt something roll down her cheek - sweat, she hoped, and not blood or tears, but she'd taken a hit to the temple earlier and she couldn't be certain that it wasn't bleeding (and in fact it was). But she was in better shape than him, at least. He was beaten down, he had lost.
All that remained was to take his Miraculous and make sure that Nooroo's power never, ever fell int the hands of someone like him ever again.
His refusal to answer stirred anger in her where there had once been pity.
"Men. Women. Children. You used them all - and for what? What on earth could have been worth it? I don't understand. Explain yourself, Hawkmoth."
He didn't answer. He looked between the two of them, seething. Ladybug scowled and knelt down in front of him, curled her fingers around his brooch, and yanked it away from his suit.
The magic holding his transformation together fell apart, and Nooroo emerged from the butterfly Miraculous at long last. Ladybug cradled him in the crook of her arm and watched as the facial features of their nemesis became clear.
A well-dressed man, middle-aged. Nobody she recognized. Without his Miraculous, he should have been powerless. Defeated. Done for.
She didn't catch his smirk until it was too late.
His hand darted into the suit jacket that hadn't been there before, and his fingers closed around something she couldn't see. "I'll make you understand," He snarled, and the next thing she knew his hand emerged from the jacket and the crack of a gunshot split the air. "Perhaps now we'll share the same wish."
There was a gun in his hand, Ladybug realized, as a dull roar and the man's twisted, bitter laughter filled her ears. He hadn't aimed at her. She turned toward her partner with dread.
He had aimed at him, and his laughter was not the laughter of a man who had missed his mark.
Ladybug had run out of fingers with which to count the sticky situations she and Chat Noir had been in because of Hawkmoth. But finally, finally, she and her partner had him dead to rights. As time went on, they had grown desperate, and they'd made mistakes - but nothing they hadn't been able to fix. He'd made mistakes, too, and that was how the two of them had managed to track him down.
Heart pounding, she cast her gaze down at the man that had been their adversary for so long. Hawkmoth stared back at the both of them with a dark glare full of loathing. There were a lot of things she had wanted to ask him when she finally caught up to him, but there was only one question she was actually able to form.
"How could you?" She whispered, her voice ragged. She was breathing heavily - the fight had taken a lot out of her. Out of her partner, and out of their enemy, too; had it gone on much longer, they all might have dropped dead out of exhaustion. "You hurt so many people."
Hawkmoth's eyes glittered, and he pressed his lips together into a thin line. Ladybug felt something roll down her cheek - sweat, she hoped, and not blood or tears, but she'd taken a hit to the temple earlier and she couldn't be certain that it wasn't bleeding (and in fact it was). But she was in better shape than him, at least. He was beaten down, he had lost.
All that remained was to take his Miraculous and make sure that Nooroo's power never, ever fell int the hands of someone like him ever again.
His refusal to answer stirred anger in her where there had once been pity.
"Men. Women. Children. You used them all - and for what? What on earth could have been worth it? I don't understand. Explain yourself, Hawkmoth."
He didn't answer. He looked between the two of them, seething. Ladybug scowled and knelt down in front of him, curled her fingers around his brooch, and yanked it away from his suit.
The magic holding his transformation together fell apart, and Nooroo emerged from the butterfly Miraculous at long last. Ladybug cradled him in the crook of her arm and watched as the facial features of their nemesis became clear.
A well-dressed man, middle-aged. Nobody she recognized. Without his Miraculous, he should have been powerless. Defeated. Done for.
She didn't catch his smirk until it was too late.
His hand darted into the suit jacket that hadn't been there before, and his fingers closed around something she couldn't see. "I'll make you understand," He snarled, and the next thing she knew his hand emerged from the jacket and the crack of a gunshot split the air. "Perhaps now we'll share the same wish."
There was a gun in his hand, Ladybug realized, as a dull roar and the man's twisted, bitter laughter filled her ears. He hadn't aimed at her. She turned toward her partner with dread.
He had aimed at him, and his laughter was not the laughter of a man who had missed his mark.
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Whether it was because the remaining two Miraculouses were given out, or because all of their Miraculouses were returned to Master Fu... she had to keep believing that they would be reunited. It was too sad to think of any other outcome. Somehow, they'd have to either convince Gabriel to hand over the Miraculouses in his possession, or... find another way of getting them.
Marinette let out a breath, wanting to agree with Tikki, inwardly disagreeing with Nooroo. "I... I don't know about that." Her gaze wandered to Adrien's room. If she'd done well, he never would have been hurt the way he had. "But thank you for saying so."
Tikki made a soft noise and patted her knee. It was easy to see where her chosen's thoughts were straying.
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Another tiny smile, and Nooroo relaxed, focusing this time on Marinette. Tikki was a dear friend, and though it obviously helped to talk with her, Nooroo knew the weight an outsider's words could have.
He was in a unique position to comfort her.
"It was Hawkmoth's fault. Not yours. It wasn't your responsibility to prevent it, and because you were there, it wasn't worse."
Nooroo caught her fingertip, holding onto it.
"Even Gabriel has to work to remember that. Even I do, and when he wakes, so will Plagg."
If anything, the guilt and pain was universal.
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Marinette smiled, but the smile was sad, and after a moment passed she gathered both kwamis into her arms and held them close. "...we'll all have to get through it together then," She managed after a moment. "We'll all be there for each other."
And for Adrien.
Gabriel might have a funny way of showing it, but he loved his son. Marinette loved him, Plagg loved him, Nooroo loved him - and she was sure that once Tikki knew him better, she'd love him, too.
"...I want to talk to Plagg too," She confessed, her voice a whisper. "I want to make sure he's alright. And... there are things I want to ask him. But I don't have any idea how to ask Monsieur Agreste about that."
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Tell me what you wish for, he might have said, but those were dangerous words. He didn't deliberately catch Tikki's eyes, but she didn't have to have his powers to feel the need in Marinette's heart.
"You go be his hero."
With a wink that was strangely reminiscent of Adrien, Nooroo slipped away, heading down the corridor after Gabriel.
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She was no nurse, no doctor. Even if she transformed into Ladybug, she couldn't cure whatever was wrong with Adrien. But she could be by his side, as calming a presence as she could possibly be. She could ensure that if he woke suddenly, he wouldn't find himself alone.
She could be there for him.
Tikki settled back into her bag, and she settled into her chair at Adrien's side. She would stay with him through the night... just in case.