So, here is the Pt. 2 of "The Aftermath of Chat Blanc" 

This is definitely not one of my best works (I'm cringing SO badly over here) but I promised ya'll a Pt. 2, so here we are!

Btw, I made the painting above :)

To be honest, I'm kinda disappointed by ya'll. You guys told me that ya'll will read my first two oneshots; but all I got was votes and 1 or two comments. You guys, I really would like ya'll to comment on these so I know what parts you liked, what I could improve on, or whatever comical things you write in the comments section!

So, I'd like to ask you to go back and read the first two oneshots of this book, as well as this one. Pretty please? 

Now that that matter is taken care of...Enjoy!

Please comment a bunch!!

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*Previously on "The Aftermath of Chat Blanc (Part 1)*

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

Thus was the curse of the Aftermath of Chat Blanc.

*1 year later*

Adrien was a wreak.

Gone was the light in his green eyes. Gone was the spring in his step. His once-glowing, tan skin was now pale and dull.

He lived alone in the Agreste Mansion. A thick layer of dust rested in the house. He had no servants or employees. He just stayed cooped up in his room.

He hadn't talked to anyone since that tragic day. The last thing he had said to his friends was to relay Marinette's last words. 'Tell them that I love them and will miss them.'

He hadn't told them that she had been Ladybug. He knew that she wouldn't have liked it if she knew that her friends thought of her as Ladybug, not Marinette. It'd be like dishonoring her.

He would never intentionally dishonor his Lady's wishes.

And yet, there was one request that he didn't fulfill. He still blamed himself for Marinette's death, every single day. Even though she had begged him not to.

"Kid," Plagg reasoned. "You gotta stop beating yourself up about this. I get it; you feel terrible. But this isn't what she would have wanted. She told you to keep your chin up! To still be happy, for her sake!"

"How?! How do you know what Marinette wanted?" Adrien snarled. "You don't know--that's what! You don't know, because she was obviously not in the right state of mind before she died!!"

"You just called 'your Lady' insane! But you're wrong; do you honestly believe that Ladybug was crazy? No. Because you are the one that's going crazy. You are blaming yourself for something that you couldn't have done anything—"

"—I could have saved her!" Adrien screamed. "I could have taken the knife for her, but I failed!!" He broke off into shuddering sobs.

Plagg flew to his aid, rubbing Adrien's back with his small hand. "I'm sorry, kid. I didn't mean to make ya so upset," he remarked, sheepishly. "I just think that you need to remember your promise to Ladybug."

Adrien's sobs came to a slow stop, at last.

"Do you remember what she said, Adrien? Because I do. I will always remember what she said because those words are now branded in my brain."

Plagg paused for dramatic effect.

"She told you to never blame yourself for her death and to live your life to the fullest. And here you are, still grieving, starving, and punishing yourself for something that was out of your control."

Adrien nodded, glumly.

"Listen here, Banana Brain," Adrien cracked a small smile at the name. "You had better get your life together, kick your butt into gear, and do something about your promise. I'm serious, this time! Do something! Play a videogame! Eat some Camembert! Just as long as it makes you happy, but make sure that you don't forget your Lady."

Adrien laughed, slightly. "Plagg, I didn't know that you could be so inspirational!"

"What can I say; that's what eating cheese does to me." He winked.

"Thanks, Plagg. You're right; I'll clean up my act and go do something." He paused. "Actually, I just thought of something; I haven't played the piano in over a year.

"That's a start, kid. Go ahead; play the first thing that comes to mind." He flew off to Adrien's mini fridge, in search of Camembert.

Adrien chuckled, slightly. He glanced at his grand piano in the corner of his room. With a sigh, he got up and made his way towards it.

He used his hand to wipe off the thick layer of dust on the bench. The piano cover creaked slightly, and some more dust cascaded to the ground as he lifted it; exposing the pristine ivory keys.

To say that it felt weird to sit on the piano bench again would be an understatement.

He took a breath.

Here goes nothing.

He laid his hands upon the keys and pressed lightly; making a major chord. The piano was slightly out of tune.

He played another chord—a minor chord, this time. And another. And two more.

The notes reverberated in the empty room. They harmonized as they rang in the space.

Adrien's sharp intake of breath pierced the resonating sounds.

The notes had been simple and melancholy.

They reminded him of that terrible day.

The day that he felt a part of himself die. When he watched his Love perish in front of his eyes. 

When he'd become a broken man.

The day that was still painful.

The day of blood. The nightmarish day that still bled into his nightmares.

When he would see the scene play all over again in his mind. Ladybug. The traitors, Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur. And most specifically, the knife.

A tear slipped down his face.

His Lady was no longer there. Marinette had sacrificed herself for him. And no one else knew. No one else knew how amazing the young girl had been. How much she meant to him.

How much he loved her. And how much she had loved him.

She had finally returned his feelings. And she was gone. She was forgotten.

Adrien gasped.

"I know what to do."

He withdrew his phone from his back pocket. His fingers quaked, slightly as he dialed a number that he had not called in over a year.

He tensed as it rang. And rang. And rang.

Finally, they picked up.

"Nino? Hey man, I know it's been a while. I'm sorry; I don't know how to say this, but I need a favor."

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*6 Months Later*

People had started to fill in the auditorium. They chattered, slightly, wondering what musical wonders they were about to hear.

It was Alya who had organized the event. Nino and Adrien had talked to her and told her their idea. She had agreed and had begun promoting it on her blog; proclaiming that Adrien Agreste, the boy who had disappeared, was going to perform an original song.

Now, there were hundreds of thousands of Parisians, excited for the musical number.

They had no idea what they were in for.

Adrien adjusted the lapel of his suit. 

I can do this. 

For Marinette.

"Hello, Paris," came the voice of Alya Cesaire; magnified by the microphone she spoke into. "We're going to start this performance in about five minutes. So please make your way to your seats. Thank you."

She made her way towards the backstage and met up with Adrien and Nino.

"Hey guys." She smiled, slightly as Nino wrapped and arm around her waist.

She turned toward Adrien and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"This is going to work. Marinette would be so proud of you right now."

He faced her, green eyes swimming with unshed tears. "Do you really believe that?"

"I do."

The manager approached the trio. "It's showtime, Mr. Agreste and Mr. Lahiffe."

The duo walked onto the stage. Nino made his way toward the booth in Stage Right.

Adrien continued towards Center Stage where a grand piano rested. He grabbed a microphone and turned to the wildly applauding crowd.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." The cheers grew in volume. "Sorry, I—I need you to be quiet, please. There's something I'd like to say before I start." The audience murmured, softly, and settled in their seats once more.

"A year and a half ago, I lost someone very close to me. You all knew her as Ladybug—the heroine of Paris." More hushed speaking. "But very few, including myself, knew her as Marinette Dupain-Cheng—the sweet, clumsy, and genuine girl who we all loved." The audience exploded.

Once they had quieted down, Adrien resumed his speech.

"I loved this amazing girl. And she loved me; she loved me so much that she sacrificed herself for me. But just because she is gone, doesn't mean that I have ever stopped loving her."

(A/N:Cue the 'Aww's)

"And now, I present an original song that I wrote for Marinette. The girl I still love."

The applause was deafening as Adrien made his way to the grand piano.

He sat on the bench, turned to Nino and motioned for him to play the accompaniment track that they had recorded. His friend nodded and pressed the "play" button.

https://youtu.be/91KNFW-s1Y8

(A/N: Play the song now)

The sound of a group of low string instruments began, gradually increasing in volume.

Adrien took a breath and began to sing.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

I need somebody to heal His fingers pressed into the keys, playing the notes, delicately.

Somebody to know

Somebody to have

Somebody to hold

It's easy to say

But it's never the same The emotion in his voice intensified, slightly.

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

And the day bleeds He clenched his teeth for a split-second; remembering the pools of blood that still haunted his dreams.

And the knife falls

And you're not here Adrien's voice gained power—he meant every word of it.

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to

This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you

Now, I need somebody to know

Somebody to heal

Somebody to have

Just to know how it feels The emotion in his voice soared—a powerful crescendo of truth an meaning.

It's easy to say but it's never the same The music swelled, bringing it up a half-step.

I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

Adrien Agreste was a vocal powerhouse. The emotion he had kept bottled up was finally being released.

Now the day bleeds

And the knife falls

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

The audience felt a wave of realization impact their hearts.

They realized that the man before them was singing, not just for their enjoyment, but to open their eyes. To make them realize that this girl, whom he had loved so dearly, was really gone and wouldn't be there to help him in his hour of deepest despair.

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes

I fall into your arms

I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

It was the song of a broken man. A man who lost the love of his life forever. And no one else had known about her.

But not now; now he was going to make sure that they knew her.

For now the day bleeds

And the knife falls

And you're not here

To get me through it all

His yearning broke every heart in that auditorium. His voice was so tender and desperate; just trying to make them understand how amazing Marinette Dupain-Cheng was.

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug Adrien's tender voice tugged on every person's heart strings.

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

But now the day bleeds

And the knife falls

And you're not here

To get me through it all And just like that, he had the entire audience in tears. His renewed passion and heartbreak were evident in his vocal power.

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Someone she loved. Someone she cared for. Someone who had captured her heart.

Someone who had failed. Someone who blamed himself.

But he was also someone who would mend his broken promise.

He would be worthy to be called 'somebody that Marinette had loved.'

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

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Woah!! Imma go cry now...

I love that version of the song! The guy who sings it is called Chase Holfelder and he is an AMAZING singer! Ya'll should check out his Youtube channel!!

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