Plagg's POV

Rumors spread as fast as wild fires. I knew everyone tried their best but there were so many hate comments on Ladyblog's newest article, featuring Volpina and Jade Turtle. First it kicked off his Volpina being a fraud and not being able to do anything. 

Knowing the Kwami behind everything, it made everything harder. 

As the students rushed into school, I managed to pull Wayzz out of the throng of teenagers. 

"How's Trixx?" I asked. 

Wayzz shrugged, "Getting used to it, I guess." 

I glanced at Trixx, who was happily chirping at Marinette. I whispered, "Well, she seems to be coping well." 

Wayzz smiled bittersweetly. "Ahh, that's what it looks like, doesn't it?" 

I looked at his dragged features. He seemed all together really tired and groggy but all the while never lost the familiar charm in his twinkling eyes. I placed a hand on his shoulders, saying in a low voice, "What do you mean?" 

Wayzz brushed my hand away. "You don't know Trixx like I do." His eyes stayed the same glittering enthusiasm. 

Wayzz was impossible to read. 

He had layers and layers of closely guarded emotions shielding around him. He stayed neutral, he never let his emotion get the better of him. He was better at that than Trixx; who was supposed to be an expert at scheming her expressions. 

Key words: supposed to be

"Just . . . if anything happens, take care—both of you—okay?" I said, hopefully. 

Wayzz pulled away, walking straight into the grouped teenager once more. He smiled back at me, "You know I never mess up." 

As he walked away, I felt another presence creeping behind me. 

"What did he say?" Trixx said, placing a hand on my shoulder and pressing it with some force. It was her way of threatening people with violence. 

"Hands off, Trixx," Tikki piped up next to me with an innocent smile. 

Trixx lifted her hand and it felt like the sky was lifted. "Oh, yeah," she smirked at me. "Keep forgetting that I'll live the rest of eternity under Tikki's anger if I do that." Then with a flicker of expression, she switched back to seriousness. "What did Wayzz say?" 

"He didn't say much," I shrugged. 

"Did he talk about me?" 

Okay, I'm a loyal friend. I don't sell out my friends, okay? 

I shrugged, avoiding Trixx's eyes. Trixx's eyes can pierce through anything. It's ironic, really, how she comes up with all the devious lies but can see through one quite without problem. The only person that can fool her . . . is Wayzz, really. 

I gave up.

"I just said you looked like you were coping well . . . good for someone who's been stuck in a charm piece for 50 years, anyways," I quickly said. 

Trixx didn't look convinced.

Which wasn't good news. 

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Trixx's POV

He was lying. It was partial truth, a white lie, whatever you people call it. I could just see it. 

Tikki was giving me a warning look as I opened my mouth to say something. Then I immediately shut it. 

I was pretty good at hiding my emotions. But not was good as Wayzz. A part of my emotion leaked out through my face. 

Yes. 

I was nervous. I was scared. I was anxious. I was nervous that I had messed up. I was scared that people would judge me and my hero. I was anxious to get out of here. 

"Whatever," I shrugged. "Bye, Tikki and Plagg." I gave them a reassuring smile, just to let them know they weren't on my bad side. 

Then as soon as I turned my back to them, I changed. There was no point in trying to hide my emotions from Wayzz. It was pointless, especially with the topic I was approaching him with. 

"What did you tell Plagg?" I hissed in his ear. 

Wayzz gave me a flicker of a glance before promptly replying, "Nothing that concerns you." I could never determine if Wayzz was lying or not. 

"Nothing that concerns me?" I laughed. "And that made Plagg look at me with that pitiful look he gives me when I'm in trouble?" 

Wayzz shrugged back, "That's just Plagg." 

"Hey, give me the truth, shelly. I'm not stupid," I snapped in his face. "I may be numb, misunderstood, judged, and m-maybe insecure but I'm not stupid, because—" 

"I know," he whispered. 

I knew better than to break down. I was insecure. I had failed Master Fu. He gave me a second chance and all I did was earn haters. I didn't want that. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted to act like everything was perfect. 

But when I was around Wayzz, he didn't let me be anyone else. He didn't let me pretend like everything was perfect. 

Taking a sharp intake of breath, I snarled, "Good to know that you know, cracked shell. Then don't go around making everyone sympathetic for me." 

I gritted my teeth and flung around. 

Wayzz and I both knew who was the one wearing a mask over pain. 

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Alya's POV

Rose's eyes gleamed as she leaned forward on my desk and chattered, "Did you—" 

"Yes I saw the new heroes on news. Yes I wrote that article on Ladyblog. No I didn't write any lies. Yes it is all true," I automatically shot back. 

The whole entire morning, I was stabbed and aimed at all those haters in my class. They dissed Volpina so casually, unaware that I was the hero. 

"She seems like a slight airhead," Nino commented beside me. 

"Excuse me?" my eyes blazed at him. 

"Excuse you," he coldly replied. "I'm just saying my opinion, it's a free country." 

"The new hero was absolutely a 100 percent awesome," I argued at his face. "The new and true Volpina managed to defeat the Akuma attack very nicely and neatly." 

Nino raised an eyebrow. "That's not what I heard," he said. "I heard that all she did was yap at the Akuma and try to hit the Akuma with an instrument. I mean, how effective is that?" 

Darn it. Security cameras and videos spilled across internet but I didn't know it would be this detailed. 

"At least she was better than that no-goner Jade Turtle," I smirked. "He did absolutely nothing." 

"He did more than you would ever do," Nino opposed, narrowing his eyes at me. "And he had the sass." 

"You talk as if you're him," I rolled my eyes. "No one knows him better than an enthusiastic reporter like me." I confidently placed a hand on myself to indicate me. 

"Stalker," Nino corrected me, squinting at me. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Patrick kicked in between us, smirking. "Hey, chill out people. Nothing to argue about, is there?" 

"He," I hurled a finger at Nino. "Thinks that Volpina is absolute crap!" 

"She," Nino said at the same time, with an accusing finger pointed my way. "Thinks Jade Turtle is useless!" 

Patrick looked between the two of us and sighed, like he couldn't come up with a better solution for this complicated situation. 

"Who said Jade Turtle was useless?" someone murmured.

I whipped around to see a pair of emerald eyes. "Oh, hey there, newbie," I waved my hand awkwardly. "Didn't really see you there." Seriously, I hated it when people caught me off guard, the most disastrous awkwardness. 

Wayne didn't say anything. Was he angry? Was he annoyed? I really couldn't see what emotion he was bearing; it was absolutely impossible to read through it. I hoped he wasn't mad at me. Calm people are scary when they're mad. 

"Well," he stared slowly. "Jade Turtle isn't that useless. He managed to—" 

Then Trixx popped out. 

And everything went chaotic. 

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Nino's POV

I'm usually not someone who like getting into fights unless there's something worth fighting for. Really. Wayzz said that we shared that part together. 

First off, when Trixie popped up I knew that she was in a foul mood. 

She spat, "So you think Volpina is absolute crap?" Her hair seemed to have turned into a intenser shade of orange now. She glared right at me. 

"Oh no," I heard Patrick softly mumbled before running away. 

"That's not what I said," I calmly replied. "I just said she seemed like an airhead. I was just stating opinions." I always tried to say what I thought . . . which can lead to a lot of thing including ridiculous honesty. Remember Alya's birthday? That was crap. 

Wayzz took a sharp intake of breath and pressed a hand on my shoulder, warning me that I was going too far. It always amazed me how he managed to sense everyone's mood so easily. It's as if he had a long experience with breaking fourth walls and was an expert at reading narrations. 

"Well, you shouldn't judge people just by what was seen on TV for three minutes," Trixie said. Her voice was strained and under control. She looked like she was biting her lower lip to stop herself from exploding. 

I shrugged, "I was just saying my opinion, got a problem with that?" 

"No," Wayzz whispered. "Drop it, Nino." His tone was near anger. 

I didn't want to stop. I knew I should, probably. But I just wanted to push the limits and take the challenge. "Plus, how do we know that Volpina isn't a fraud?" I blurted out. "She didn't look that skilled anyways."

As soon as I said it, I regretted because of the look in Trixie's eyes. 

Trixie stayed absolutely silent for thirteen seconds. 

"You don't dare!" she growled. "You don't know anything!" Her face was filled with shock and hurt like someone just hit her in the face.

She looked desperate. 

She looked insecure. 

Her whole body was shaking, trembling. "Take it back," she breathed, barely audible. "Please take it back." She was near begging now. 

Then she rushed at me like a killer. 

Both fortunately and unfortunately, Wayzz intervened, resulting in me being safe but him having a purplish circle on his cheek. He rubbed it. "I'll take care of her," he said casually, like this happened once in a while. 

Wayzz grabbed thrashing Trixie by the wrist and dragged her away. 

I turned to Alya. "Was I that harsh?"

Alya blinked at me, startled and hurt. "I-I—," she stammered then took a deep breath. "If Volpina was here, would you say the same things? In her face?" She emphasized each word with a short breaths. "What do you think she'd feel like?" 

"I don't know," I said. I should've stopped their, but I couldn't. "She'd feel like rubbish, I guess." 

Alya's face hardened immediately. Then she turned away and ran. 

Patrick popped out of nowhere and tapped my shoulder. "You know, I'm probably not the one who should be saying this to you but . . . you're really, really, really dense." Then he took a deep breath. "And you don't know how to treat a lady." 

I knew my world was shattered then when I realized what I said. 

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Wayzz's POV

I know it doesn't make any sense, but I was kinda glad that Trixx threw a temper tantrum. I was starting worry that she had completely wiped off her personality and simply turned and shy and meek all of a sudden. But obviously, she still has her own nature. 

I still had that weird connection with her, so I felt a quarter of her heart, which turned out to be very annoying-ish. Annoying-ish? Pissed, yeah, that's the word; pissed. 

"I'm going to kill him," she thrashed. 

It's a relief that this is her sub temper tantrum. Man, if it was for real I wouldn't be alive right now. I shuddered at the thought. 

Now I had to do something logical. Something that would cool her down. 

I grabbed both of her wrists and forced her to sit down on the bench. She immediately bolted up again. I made her sit down. She stood up. 

Just imagine doing that for a straight minute, it's tiring. 

"Get over it, Trixx," I said sharply. "He's just a mortal. He doesn't know anything. Let it go and just drop it." 

"H-He—," Trixx stopped, choking over her own breath. She curled into a ball and wrapped her arms around her knees. 

"You know Volpina isn't absolute crap," I told her. 

The she started wailing, her words coming out all jumbled and mixed together with her breathing. Her shoulders shook. I felt like something inside me was wailing. 

"Wayzz?" 

I turned my neck slightly to see Tikki and Plagg peeking from a wall. They both looked concerned or . . . in Plagg's case, just didn't want to miss an interesting incident. It's logical to shoo them away. 

I waved them off like I was shooing pigeons from a bronze statue casually, reassuring them. 

I could vaguely hear the bells ringing and I knew I was going to be late for Science.  

That's when Trixx bolted up and charged at me. Man, I can tell you she can hit hard. I had to pin her to the wall to stop her. Anger was pulsing through her body, her breath rigid and short and her eyes wild. 

"Wayzz . . . you sure you can handle her?" 

"Don't worry, just go to your classes," I smiled at the happy couple and nodded a final time before they scurried away, Tikki lastly sending me a concerned glance. 

I tasted blood in my mouth. 

I don't know about other people who throw temper tantrums, but Trixx literally zoned out completely when she was in her sub temper tantrums. She literally had no idea what she did. Her brain didn't process that much. 

"Trixx, come back," I half-ordered her. Then I hoped my will-power was strong enough snatch her illusion-filled mind out in the air. "Trixx, come back." 

Then all in a moment, I could see everything clicking in her mind. It was like all the puzzle pieces were just glued together. 

She blinked and her pupils focused immediately. Then she stared down at me. 

Silence. 

Her eyes were filled with stunned calmness. I could feel her cooling down. 

"I did it again, didn't I?" she said, her lips twitching into an uncertain crooked smile. She exhaled and inhaled soundly. "I-I just can't help it sometimes. It just triggers me—" Her face hardened as things dawned to her. 

"Trixx, you have to hold up to something so little like this," I soothed. "Nino isn't the best person in the world with girls and there's going to be more people out there judging Volpina all the time. You have to be cool with it. Be logical." 

Trixx cracked a smile, a fake-smile. "Be logical. Such a Wayzz thing to say," she rolled her eyes. Great, she was coming back to normal now. "But Wayzz, do you really know?" Her eyes gleamed. "Do you really know how it feels like to be judged?" 

Honestly, no. I kept my heroes to a great standard that is unjudgeable. 

"I know enough," I said as I urged her to walk. 

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Plagg's POV

I was honestly worried about Nino's future. If he ticked Trixx off, he basically ticked Wayzz off. And it's not really good when you tick off your Kwami. 

Tikki snuggled closer to me on the couch. "Plagg?" 

"Yeah?" I said, looking into her in-depth blue eyes. I took a sip of water as I flipped through a million channels. Honestly, Adrien seriously needs to update his channels. This was horrible. 

"Have you ever wondered what would happen if Trixx and Wayzz ended up together?" 

I was already spewing water even before she had finished her sentence. After some vigorous coughing and I stared back at Tikki, gawking, "What?" 

"Trixx and Wayzz," Tikki innocently repeated, smiling at me. 

"Yeah, I heard you . . ." I bit my lower lip. ". . . Trixx's a great Kwami and so is Wayzz. They're both awesome and all but . . . it's a little . . . what do you say? Yeah, crazy when you do that. No offense do them or anything but if you think about all those crazy times they brought together . . ." 

"But does that make love impossible?" Tikki questioned. "What about you and me?" 

"We are destiny," I ruffled her hair up. "But them? I don't think so. They are . . . similar but all the same so different from one another." 

Sympathy sprang from my heart. 

Wayzz knew better than falling in love. I knew that when he sensed what I felt for Tikki. He didn't approve nor disapprove. He supported me as a friend but . . . I could sense that he thought falling in love wasn't the wisest for him. 

Trixx never took 'love' seriously. I bet she almost thought it was near impossibility for her, after everything she's gone through. She probably has a hundred other reasons behind that statement that I won't be able to understand, ever. 

Wayzz lived for logic. 

Trixx died to break it. 

They were both similar but all the same so different from one another. 

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Wayzz's POV

As soon as I was alone with Nino, I punched a random wall. A part of me was really pissed off and the other part was just Trixx cranking up my emotions. 

Blood trickled down my fist. 

"What was that, dude?" Nino looked at me, his eyes darting around the crack I had just created. 

"Did anyone tell you you were dense?" I sighed. "Did anyone tell you you have no manners?" 

Nino, startled, said, "Uh, yeah. Patrick told me like three hours ago. Why? And why did you just punch a perfectly fine wall?" 

I gazed down at him. He took a step back. 

"I don't know about you, but I don't think you would appreciate it as well if someone started trash-talking you behind your back," I clenched my teeth. "And as a Kwami, I could really use some respect when you're talking about a hero." 

Nino raised an eye brow. "Are we still about that Volpina thing again?"

I inhaled. "They've got feelings too, okay? So at least try to be a nice person, even if it comes hard to you." 

Sometimes advice comes merciless. 

"Wayzz, I—" 

I punched the wall again, deepening the crack. 

"You have to realize that not everyone share you opinion," I snapped. "So please, act respectfully around people." 

Nino gulped, "Yeah, I'm sorry." Regret flooded his eyes and I felt in his sincerity. 

I relaxed and patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, I knew you would understand me," I smiled warmly. 

"Hold up before you get all cringe," Nino said, raising a hand. "Why are you like . . . always so over protective over Trixie? I mean, you guys barely know each other." 

I smiled, my eyes distant. 

"She just reminds me of someone . . . from a long time ago." 

Wayzz went from 100 to 0 real quick. Tell me ways I should improve and what you want more of from this story! ;) Thank you everyoneee

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