Hello, my peoples!!

So, originally, I planned to have this oneshot be about how Ladybug died to save Chat and the rest would be how he wrote a song to show what he was going through. 

But then my brain turned on and started making it longer than it was intended. 

It became a Chat Blanc oneshot; only it is now about the aftermath of Chat Blanc. 

(This is not based on the 'Chat Blanc' episode. This is a figment of my own imagination.)

(The painting above was made by me, myself, and I. Feel free to head on over to my book of paintings to check out the rest of my work!)

Also, in this oneshot, the use of the word/name of 'Fu' basically takes the place of when normal people would say, "Oh my Gosh!" and other terms of exclamation.

WARNING: Angst ahead. Watch out for falling tissues.

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The Aftermath of Chat Blanc

Something was wrong.

Chat couldn't think right. Everything was hazy. Time seemed to have been slowed down. It was like his ears were filled with water. It felt as if his lungs had been, too.

Something was wrong.

Why was everything so blurry? Why was there a ringing in his ears?! What was going on?!!

Chat was becoming aware of an increasing pressure on his right side of his body. He realized that he was laying on an incredibly hard surface. Concrete.

Where was he?

He groaned and stirred, slightly. He was starting to regain his hearing and noticed that someone was speaking, from behind him. He faintly registered Ladybug's voice, but he couldn't make out everything she said.

"—n't touch him! You...I am...protect him from you...Always! You will never...care about...!"

Ladybug.

His lady. She needed him. She needed him, and he was on the ground.

Get up, he urged himself. Get up! Get up! Get up!

He groaned with the effort of moving. His muscles screamed in protest. But he still rose. He rose from the ground for His Lady.

His best friend. His partner. His Love.

He finally rose to his feet, trembling with the effort. He could make out two figures through his still-hazy vision.

"Ah, Chat Noir," drawled Hawkmoth, sneering all the while. "I supposed that you've come to your senses."

"What—what do you mean?"

His vision was clearing. Before him, stood Hawkmoth, His stance was battle-worn and he was standing gingerly on his left foot. Although he looked tired-out, the villain's eyes held promises of fierce revenge and eternal hatred.

Wrapped around Hawkmoth's body was Ladybug's yoyo—pinning his arms to his sides.

His Lady stood protectively in front of Chat. He gasped when he took in her appearance.

Her spandex suit had a couple of long claw marks running over it—encrusted with dried blood. She had assortments of bruises and cuts on her face. Her usually neat pigtails were messy and unkempt. But it was her wild and desperate eyes that captured his attention.

They were brimming with unshed tears and were filled with more worry, longing, sadness, love, pain, and fear than any person should go through.

"M'lady! What happened?!! What creature did that to you?!!" he yelped.

Ladybug's lower lip began trembling.

Chat was going to murder that beast who attacked the love of his life. He was going to make it pay, tenfold for whatever pain it caused her.

He was jerked out of his thoughts by Hawkmoth's raucous evil laugh.

"It wasn't a creature, you naïve boy. It was a person," he smiled; portraying that he knew something that Chat did not.

"You see, it was the latest akumatized victim who did it," he sneered.

"It was you, Chat Blanc."

Chat couldn't breathe.

The ocean sound was back in his ears again.

"What?"

Was his heart even working anymore? Was it beating?

Is this what death felt like? How could he possibly be alive?

"Chat, listen to me," Ladybug pleaded. "I'm alright. And it wasn't your fault. It's his fault," she proclaimed, indicating the struggling villain she held captive. "We can stop it, once and for all, mon chaton. I just need you to take his miraculous. That's it."

Limbs still numb, Chat stumbled forward. He made his way toward Hawkmoth.

If he hadn't still been in shock; he might have been able to prevent what had happened next. Something that would haunt him until his last day.

It was Ladybug who saw her. Mayura.

In the heat of the moment, Chat Noir had forgotten that she had even existed.

He didn't sense her.

Or the elegant knife she held.

Just as Chat's clawed fingers grazed Hawkmoth's miraculous, the feathered villain leapt out of her hiding spot and hurled the knife at Chat Noir's vulnerable back.

He gasped as the blade sank into the flesh.

He whirled around—Moth miraculous in his hand—and screamed.

The scream was bloodcurdling. It was a scream of fury. Of shock, sadness, and anger.

Of fear. Of heart-stopping, gut-wrenching fear.

A scream that seemed to go on and on. It was a scream of pain and loss.

Blood. So much of it.

It was the first thing that his shocked nose and eyes could register.

The stench of it was choking him. The crimson red was blinding him.

"Ladybug!" his voice tore at his own throat.

He ran to her prone body in the pool of blood. His legs buckled; he fell to the ground next to his Lady.

Her breathing was ragged. His shocked emerald eyes locked on the blade buried in her stomach.

Mayura. She was the one who was responsible for this.

He spun around, feeling murderous. He witnessed the feathered villain aid Hawkmo—Gabriel Agreste by offering him her hand. When she pulled him up, Chat saw that his father was limping on his left leg.

His father was Hawkmoth.

"YOU?!!" It took Chat a second to realize that it was he who had yelled at the pair. He advanced toward them.

"Cataclysm!" he shouted. Immediately, the dark matter surrounded his clawed hand. The butterfly miraculous in his other fist turned to ashes; freeing the kwami trapped inside of it. He still possessed the power of Cataclysm in his right hand.

He ran towards Mayura, aiming his deadly power at her chest.

She barely registered that the black feline hero was about to attack her. She raised her fan as a shield. But it was a moment too late.

Chat's hand gripped the peacock brooch on her lapel. It disintegrated, freeing the peacock kwami, Duusu, at last. Her costume disappeared as well; revealing her to be Natalie, his father's loyal secretary. His accomplice.

He looked down at her with disdain as she crumpled to the ground, coughing violently. Dropping the ashes in his fist, he turned to walk away from her.

"Wa—wait!"

He turned back to face her; not even trying to hide his disgust.

"What." His tone was scathing.

"Why—why didn't you—why didn't you kill me?"

"Because she wouldn't have wanted me to."

"She?"

His hand was suddenly around her throat; threatening to cut off her air supply. Nathalie choked.

"Yes. She. Ladybug would never forgive me if I killed you in an act of revenge; even at her expense. That's why she's perfect." 

He paused and tilted his head. 

"I could kill you," he continued. "I could kill you right now, without batting an eyelash. But I won't for my Lady's sake."

He threw her to the ground; releasing her throat.

"I suggest that you and Mr. Agreste had better pack your bags."

"What about Adri—"

"—Leave him. Leave the Agreste boy alone. He is innocent, is he not?" She nodded.

Of course, he was innocent. He had never been involved in the dealings of Hawkmoth; he had been fighting them all along as his alter-ego, Chat Noir. But the traitors, his own father and his assistant, didn't need to know that.

"This is your one chance to leave. Leave and never come back. Because if I ever see you again," he spat, bitterly. "I won't hesitate to deliver the final blow. And trust me, I will be far from merciful. Understood?"

The woman nodded eagerly.

"Get out of my sight," he spat. She scurried away and ran to Gabriel's side; helping him to his unsteady feet. They made their way in the opposite direction, as fast as they could possibly go.

Chat spun around to examine Ladybug. The sight of her lying in her own pool of blood made his knees weak.

The rush of adrenaline and fury was gone. Instead, it was replaced with gut-churning, heart-stopping, blood-freezing fear. His knees finally gave out when he reached her prone figure.

"Ladybug? Ladybug?!" he spoke, frantically trying to arouse her from her state of unconsciousness.

His still-ringing ears heard a loud beep. He shut his eyes in time to shield them from the bright pink light that had followed.

His Lady was detransformed. She was revealed. And she was vulnerable. Chat had to help her; even if it meant that he had to endure her wrath.

Taking a shaky breath, Chat opened his eyes. But he was not prepared for the person he saw in front of him. How could he have seen it? They had been polar opposites.

Ladybug and Marinette?

They were so different. Ladybug was graceful, confident, and full of energy. And Marinette was shy, sweet, and clumsy.

How could they be the same?

And yet, Adrien and Chat were not the same. Adrien was a teacher's pet and was just another model in Paris. But Chat was a pun-loving dork who wore a black leather supersuit.

But they were the same person. Just like Marinette and Ladybug was.

Chat's brain finally stopped spinning. It was real. His Lady was Marinette.

And Marinette was dying.

Chat's focus snapped back to the scene before him. Marinette. The pool of blood from the gash in her stomach was growing larger by the minute.

He slowly pulled out the dagger that was embedded in her midriff. Thinking fast, he pulled her blazer from her shoulders and folded it into a pad—pressing it on her wound; desperately trying to staunch the flow of blood.

"Chat..." It was barely more than a whisper. But he still heard her weak voice.

"M'lady." Hot tears stung at his green eyes. He caressed her head; keeping pressure on her wound.

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing her cerulean eyes. His breath hitched as she lifted her pale hand to his cheek. She ran her cold fingers along the edge of his mask.

"C-Chat?" Her voice broke.

"What is it, Buggaboo?"

"I—I'm sor—I'm sorry." Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged.

"Marinette, what do you have to be sorry about? You didn't do anything!"

"It's not what—It's not what I did; it's what I'm about to do."

Her chest heaved; laboring to keep the young woman alive.

"I—I'm going to die, Chat. I'm-I'm..." her lower lip trembled. When she spoke again, her voice was hoarser than it had been before. 

"I—I'm going to die, Chat. You're going to be all alone; and it's all my fault."

No. She couldn't. She was Ladybug, for Fu's sake!! She'd battled hundreds of Akuma's; she wouldn't let one knife be her downfall, right?

Right?!

"Chat, I'm—" she hiccuped. "I'm so sorry." Tears were flooding in torrents down her cheeks.

"No, Marinette. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Y—Yes I—Yes I do!" She started hyperventilating. "I'm—I'm going to leave you all alone. And you'll blame yourself, even though it's not your fault."

She continued; her breathing was rapid due to her state of panic.

"And I won't be here to help you get through it. And—" she paused.

When she spoke again, he heard the distinct fear in her voice, "Chat I'm gonna black out! I—I can't breathe right! My hearing is—it's not working! Help me!" Her hands hurriedly grasped for him; desperate for comfort.

"Mon chaton! Help me! Just—just hold me Chat." Her frantic cries faded to a whimper.

"Please."

Her breathing eased when he wrapped his strong arms around her quaking figure. She sighed, relaxing in his warmth.

"Marinette, I—" he hesitated, slightly. "I promise to live the way you want me to. I'll—I'll try to be happy." The beautiful girl in his arms smiled, softly.

"But it won't be easy. It will kill me that for every second of every day, my Lady won't be with me." His voice broke. "But I won't blame myself, if you don't want me to."

She shook her head. "No, Kitty. Don't do that to yourself. Just—" her body seized up, suddenly.

The pain had worsened. She had to firmly grit her teeth to prevent a scream from escaping from her mouth.

Chat Noir frantically searched for the forgotten blazer on the ground. He quickly pressed it into her side; putting pressure on it and re-staunching the blood.

"C—Chat. Look at me." His frantic emerald eyes snapped to her blue ones. Her eyes were no longer panicked. Instead, they were calm, but urgent.

"I need—I need you to tell Alya and Nino that I love them. That I'll miss them."

He nodded his head, mutely.

"And I need you to tell Adrien Agreste something, for me." Chat's eyes widened at the mention of his alter-ego.

"I need you to tell him, that I love him. That I always have. Ever since—ever since he gave me his umbrella—" She broke into a coughing fit.

"Princess," he caressed her head. "I'll—I'll tell him."

"And there's one more thing."

Shivers racked her body, violently.

"I—I love you too, Chat. So much."

His heart felt as if it had been smashed into a million pieces.

Oh Fu. First, he had to lose the woman he loved, and now he found out that she loved him back. He was finally loved. And she would be taken away from him.

Chat didn't care what anyone might say; there is no worse pain than that.

Marinette started weeping, again.

"Oh Fu! Chat I love you so much!" Her sobs came back, full forced. He hugged her small frame closer to his leanly muscled body.

Chat didn't know how long they stayed like that. It could have been hours, days, or merely seconds.

All he knew was that her breathing had come to a stop. Her pulse wasn't there, anymore.

She was gone. And she couldn't come back.

Thus was the curse of the Aftermath of Chat Blanc.

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What did ya'll think?→

Aww, did I make you cry?

I'm sorry. I cried, too while writing this. 

If it makes you feel better, I'm writing a Part 2 for this oneshot. It'll be how Adrien/Chat upholds his promise to mourn her, but to not blame himself. How does he do it? He writes a song and plays the piano.

(Btw, this was 2518 words!!! That's the equivalent of about 10 full pages on a Word Document! I feel so proud!! *sniffles* I'm not crying! You're the one who's crying!!!)

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