Hawk Moth

I could feel it radiating off of him. His anger. Rage feeding on him as he gave into his own madness. He was close, but it wasn't enough. Not with what I'm wanting. Not yet. It was time for him to join me. I could feel it. He was strong enough now.

I threw out my hands, the white feathery butterflies flitting franticly about the dark room, summoning one that was brighter than the others. I had marked it as his the day I received my miraculous. My sneer grew as the tickling of insect feet vibrated on my palm. I clasped my hand over it like a caress, the darkness drowning out the light. When the magic had finished, I placed it inside the glass ball at the top of my cane. "Now, Nooroo, we shall wait."

Marinette

"I got it open!" Adrien says, bursting into his room, startling me half to death. I leap away from his computer desk, worried he will think I am snooping into his personal life rather than looking for clues.

"Oh. Oh, ok," I answer, rushing out into the hall where he's waiting. He grabs my hand the second I'm out the door, tugging on me to follow after his quick steps. If he only knew I'd follow him any where. I stumble after him, my mind foggy and dazed from the fire spreading up my arm from where his hand is tightly grasping mine. He leads me downstairs, his hold never relenting, slightly confusing me over his urgency. He pulls me into his father's office, before peering which way and that, making sure no one is near by, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"So-so you got it open?" I ask, awkwardly standing in the center of the room as he moves stiffly around, turning off security cameras and sitting himself on the floor. I take this as my cue to sit down as well.  I settle myself opposite of him, glancing sheepishly about the office, looking everywhere but at him.

"Get out the book," he orders, his voice strained and wavering.

I remove my backpack from my shoulders, placing it on the tiled floor in front of me. I pull out the leather bound novel, pushing my bag out of the way and laying it out for him to see. "Any new clues?" I ask, hopeful, so that I can finally focus on saving him and defeating Hawk Moth, also there's the fact that I still have to fill Chat Noir in on all of this horrific mess. I'll have to give him a modified version of course. There's no way in heck I'm telling him I'm so worked up about defeating Hawk Moth all of a sudden is because Master Fu told me he was my fave fashion designer and the father of the boy I have a major crush on. That would be too much awkward for me to handle in one day after having to tell Adrien who his father actually was.

"How did you figure it out?" Adrien asks suddenly.

"Huh?" I heard the question clear as day as it bounces around in my now empty mind, I just don't want to tell him the truth, he might laugh. My body automatically morphs into panic mode at the thought.

"How did you figure out my father was Hawk Moth?"

"Uhhhh...."

"Pleas," he urges, reaching over and placing a warm hand over the top of mine. I feel all of my blood flooding into my burning cheeks, my thoughts clouding and compacting like steam on mirrors after a hot shower. My brain hurts and I want to slap myself for allowing him to have that much power over me wether he knows it or not. My eyes finally travel from our hands to meet his soft green orbs, but what I find makes my stomach flip and twist around. The emerald oceans in his irises are so pleading and scared and determined and lost. I never thought you could see lost. It's a feeling in your heart. You can see fear and happiness, but not lost. But, his were swimming in it, drowning in it. He was drowning, sinking, and I had to grab him from it before he reaches the inky black abyss. And it finally clicks, like a shifting of blots in an unlocking door. He believed me.

I sat up strait, sliding my hand out from under his. He copies my movements, watching me hopefully. I cast my eyes to the side, a sense of worry pulling at me. He's going to laugh at me. But, I push it back down, his desperation propelling me forward. My eyes flicker back to his and he offers me a patient smile. "I have to tell you something," I finally admit, letting out a reluctant sigh.

His features shift to worry from my tone. "You can trust me, Marinette," he says, giving me a model worthy smile. I believe him. I would believe anything he told me, unrelentingly and unwaveringly.

I nod finally, my lips parting to release my words. "I-I'm Ladybug," I say. A sudden release of pressure is lifted from my chest and shoulders, finally having told somebody. Confirmed it out loud. Let it fly freely in the air. An expression of horror resinates on his face. I don't know what to do. I remain frozen, mind and face blank.

"This can not be happening," he finally says, but I don't react, still too numb from his initial reaction.

"Why? Why is this happening to me?" He stops suddenly and looks back to me. He must have seen my face and watery eyes.

"Oh, no. Marinette, I didn't mean it like that. Not at all." He sighs, scooting closer to me. "I just found out my father is the villain always using people to destroy the city. And then I find out the girl I'm hopelessly in love with is the sweet girl that I first called friend before anyone else." He glances over at me. "It's a mess." I give him a shaky smile. His features turn serious again, though and my smile fades. He grabs my shoulders, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "You can't go after him," he says bluntly.

My brows instantly furrow in confusion. I'm Ladybug. I'm a superhero. If anyone can take down Hawk Moth, it's me. No offense to Adrien, but he's just well... Adrien. How is he gonna defeat the villain of all villains? Much less alone? "Why?" I ask, appalled.

"He's my responsibility. I know why he's so evil."

"Then tell me, and Chat and I can use it against him to stop his plans," I argue, fear taking hold again. He'd get killed going after his father alone.

He shakes his head. "I'm Luke." I must have made a funny face because he sighs. "My father is Darth Vader, the jedi master, right?" I nod slowly. "I'm Luke, the half trained jedi student."

"But, how are you half trained? Half trained in what?" I question, wanting to understand the extent of his allusion to Star Wars. Then it clicks. "Fencing," I say, proud of myself.

"Kind of," he admits. "You're close." I arch up a brow, wanting him to continue. "I'm Chat Noir."

I stare down at the ground for the 900th time today. Adrien is Chat Noir. Chat is Adrien. I like Adrien.Chat likes Ladybug. Adrien likes me. Adrien has been flirting with me this whole time and all I did was push him away. Adrien is more than a friend, he's actually one of my best friends. My partner.

He tightens his grip on my shoulders making me look back up to him. "You can't go, Marinette. You can't. I don't want him to hurt you or take your miraculous. Please. Promise me you wont go," he pleads, his hands tightening helplessly on my shoulders.

"No," I answer stubbornly.

"Marinette," he groans.

"You are not running after your father alone in your state. You're too vulnerable. He could akumatize you. At least let me help." I stare back at him, neither one of us giving out, we're too stubborn to just give in. I know he knows I'm right though. He remembers all of our battles. He knows what Hawk Moth can do. He knows he wont win alone, but he's too stubborn to admit it. So, I take matters back into my own hands. "Here's the plan."