Emilie died yesterday.

No, she died a year ago.

Gabriel shook his head, dizzy from the lack of sleep and hurting from the overwhelm of thoughts.

"What time is it?" He asked, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Around lunch time." Nooroo answered with a crack in his voice.

He had been looking at his owner and seeing what horrors the man felt and what hallucinations he saw.

The little butterfly got increasingly anxious.

"Master, maybe getting something to eat isn't a bad idea considering you haven't eaten today."

"I don't plan to." The grey haired man's voice was low and quiet. "I'd rather starve than keep alive what monster I am."

"Master!" The kwami sighed, floating closer to his owner, but being cautious enough to keep some distance. "You aren't a monster."

"What am I then?" His head shot up from the previous position of staring at the miserable ground. "What am I?!" He repeated, louder. "Am I a father? Am I a husband? Am I anything good?"

"Well Master..."

"Don't try to flatter me Nooroo! I'm just about the same of worth as a broken bucket. Maybe a used toothbrush if I'm being generous."

The small kwami tried his best to remain serious and not laugh or question his Master's sanity; because he knew that the answer to the last one was something nonexistent.

"It depends who used the toothbrush!" The butterfly tried to sound enthusiastic, but all he got in return was a nasty look.

"What?"

"Well, if someone famous did, then it would be worth a lot!" Nooroo forced a smile onto his small face.

Gabriel just sighed; "I'm not trying to figure out a marketing technique for a used toothbrush. I'm comparing myself to nothing!" The designer's voice became harsh and loud by the end of his statement. Leaving the room to tremble a little.

"Nothing is very important though!" His friend tried again.

"Nooroo please." The tall man didn't want to hear another word.

Nothing seemed to fix what issues he had, instead everything amplified the solutions he lacked.

"It is master! Believe me! If there was no nothing, what would there be?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly!" Nooroo tried his best to be engaging. "So, nothing is needed. Plus, when surrounded by nothing, one's best ideas come out!"

"You're suggesting that right now I'm about to think of something groundbreaking?" Gabriel scoffed.

"Well, not necessarily. I'm just saying that nothing might make you realize some things. Comparing yourself to nothing may show you your worth; because imagine if you weren't here; if you were nothing, what would the world be deprived of?"

The tall man thought for a moment.

He couldn't name many things he had done recently, but some achievements of the past sure popped up in his mind.

All while this, his floating friend was patiently waiting for an answer, smiling in the direction of his owner because at last the depressed expression of the designer shifted into a curious one.

"I suppose Paris would be deprived of some terrorization." Gabriel chuckled to himself. "But it would also be deprived of some dresses, a few good looks I've shown. Audrey would be deprived of someone to scream at...as long as André or that skinny butler guy aren't around."

The kwami nodded in agreement, being pleased with the answers...however, still digging for more;

"What would Miss Nathalie be deprived of?" The butterfly wanted to get to his point and in that moment Gabriel had realized.

A shock it sure was to see his kwami being this smart.

Never in a million years would've the grey haired man thought that this little creature had a plan all along; to bring his thoughts onto the woman.

The woman.

The woman he knew helped him the most, but blurred the lines between real and fake without his knowledge.

"Emilie." The grey haired man gasped in realization, to which Nooroo frowned in confusion.

It seemed like the exact opposite of what the butterfly was hoping for had happened.

"When did she die?" Gabriel's eyes shot up at the kwami, demanding an answer immediately, but the small creature was too stunned to speak.

All Nooroo could do was stutter and question;

"W-why do y-you ask M-Master?"

"ANSWER ME!" His patience ran out. "WHEN DID EMELIE DIE?!"

"I-I am n-not s-sure..."

But before Nooroo could've said anything else, his owner had jumped up from the side of the bed and rushed over to grab his calendar.

His fingers traced along previous days, weeks and months, only to arrive ten months in the past where a day had been brutally stabbed with what seemed like a knife.

"Ten months." He kept repeating to himself.

"Ten months ago is when I began this." His words were barely audible.

The man just seemed to have mumbled whatever to himself, either over and over or rushing through sentences without an end.

"Ten months ago I began this!" He pointed to Nooroo. "When did Mayura begin?"

"Ten months ago." Their mouths move in synch.

The butterfly gasped.

His owner couldn't possibly find out who was Mayura!

Especially not when all Nooroo wanted to do was to set up his owner with his assistant.

This night had taken an intense turn.

"W-Where are you going with this M-Master?" The kwmai's voice trembled in fear.

"They were involved in the crash!"

"They?" Now Nooroo lost it.

He didn't understand what his owner was saying or what he was discovering, but the kwami didn't like it.

"The crash?" Nooroo asked again. "What and Why?"

"Nooroo can you think for a moment!" Gabriel shouted, his hands thrown carelessly into the air. "Who else was in the crash?" The tall man asked, his eyes hungry for an answer. "Who else was in the car?"

In those few seconds that the designer was waiting for a reply, the silence, the tension and worry in the room became unbearable.

The small Kwami no longer wished to live forever, he wanted to die right there.

Nooroo though long and hard about how he could avoid the end of the world, or how he could erase the memory of his Master after tonight.

He thought about everything, everything except what the grey haired man waited for.

"Amelie!" He exclaimed all of a sudden, to which his friend's small expression wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Oh my!" The kwami shook his head; a sigh of relief was Nooroo's response, alongside a fake and agreeing nod. "That's insane."

"A-And disgusting..." Gabriel added. "...Considering those feelings I've had..."

The designer quieted down for a moment.

His mind raced through all the thoughts and feelings he had ever experienced because of Mayura, and after coming to the absurd conclusion that she just so happened to be his dead wife's twin, he became disgusted.

"Anyway." The man cleared his throat after this painfully embarrassing thoughts. "Now I've got to go confront her!"

"Now?!?!" Nooroo gasped.

His owner was really out of his mind if he was about to find the woman who he thought was the exact clone of his dead wife and 'confront' her.

"What will you even say?!" The poor butterfly was about to faint. "What is there to say?!"

"I-I don't know..." Gabriel shrugged, nevertheless his confidence was the same as before. "...I just know that I have to speak to her! She can't leave behind Paris without an explanation as to why she wants to do that!"

It was humiliating for the kwami to listen to this stupidity, but he had to nod along.

It didn't even make sense why Amelie would be in Paris considering that is not where she lives.

In addition, why would she leave behind her son?

However, Nooroo stayed quiet and was at least glad that the end of the world was not going to take place tonight.

Maybe they had a week or two left before Gabriel would see how dumb his explanations were.

"We are going!" The designer grabbed his friend. "NOW!"

"NO-" But before the butterfly could've finished what was either a lengthy scream of "nooo" or a question of "now?!", his transformation words were said and Nooroo couldn't object.

Hawk Moth grabbed a coat to put on top of his costume both for added warmth and as a shield against any spectators of the day.

Then, with his fully decided mind, he was ready to find Mayura and question her of all the things he wanted to know so desperately.

However, as of right now Mayura was quite busy.

Busy with the butler.

"Fuck." She whimpered, her face burning up in crimson.

The woman didn't want to admit how hard it would be to leave behind this man once running away.

Matter of fact she couldn't possibly think of a place to where she could run to forget this.

"Nathalie." His lips at first pressed against her neck, wanting move further down on her.

Though before that dream could've become a possibility, a pair of hands grabbed the side of his face and made the butler look straight up.

"It's Mayura." The woman corrected him before smashing her lips against his.

To be continued-

I really can't write smut, so don't expect much!