Progenies

Chapter 4

Adrien/Cat Noir POV

I am supposed to be asleep. It's 3am, and I am crying and looking at pictures of Ladybug and I. It's all too much. I need someone to help me fight.

Tomorrow I will be visiting Martin Johnson in hospital; his doctor contacted me when he was stable. He was the guy using the tiger miraculous. I need to ask him about where the Miracle Box is, and how he accessed it. It just doesn't make sense.

I have come up with a theory. It's not just one person who stole the Miracle Box, it's at least 2. I have looked at the pictures of the holder using every miraculous, and Johnson, and they are not the same person.

I suppose it would make at least a little bit more sense. It would be pretty much impossible to steal the Miracle Box by yourself, much less open it. Until two days ago I thought Ladybug was the only person who could.

Watching all of Ladybug and I's old footage from news reports makes me sad, but I can't stop. I need to find the Miracle Box, and I can't do it alone.

I wonder if I can somehow get in contact with Ladybug/Marinette, if we can look for it together, but I doubt we'll have time. We would have to fly all the way to Paris/England, and by the time we actually see each other, Hawk Moth/Miracle Box Thieves will probably have attacked.

The situation is so hopeless I want to laugh. I check the time; it's now 4am. I should get to bed, but I haven't even started looking for the Miracle Box. I decide to sleep, I need energy for when I start my search.

I wake up. It's 10am, and I am starting a part time job in a café tomorrow. I don't want to get up, but I use the small bit of energy I have left to inch my way limb by limb towards the kitchen. It doesn't feel like home, but it is; it has to be.

After accidentally pouring orange juice instead of milk into my bowl and eating it (don't judge, I am exhausted and too tired to make a whole other bowl. Besides, I don't want to waste it), I switch on the TV.

I see Ladybug saving Paris by herself, people cheering for her and praising her. She looks okay, not happy, but fine. How is she handling this so well? If she somehow forced all her memories of me out of her mind I would like to know how. I vaguely hear the news reporter saying stuff about how she didn't really need Cat Noir, and he was just a sidekick, and she was doing just as well without him. I switch off the TV in anger. I decide to start my research to see if I can find anything about where the Miracle Box is online. Anything to distract me from the pain and hurt I am feeling.

After a few hours, I give up. I tried searching on websites like eBay, Amazon and other online sellers, I found nothing. I didn't think I would, but at least I tried. At this point, I know I need a companion I can tell about all this stuff, and it hurts to admit it to myself because Ladybug can handle all of this by herself, and I don't even know who I can trust anymore. It feels like people just walk into my life, pretend to care then walk out. I don't want someone to make me feel special then leave me next minute. It hurts me more when I realise I feel like Ladybug betrayed me. Marinette hasn't called me yet, I haven't called her either so I guess we're even. Well, not really. I am the one who was forced to move, not her.

I feel selfish thinking all about myself, and I cry to myself for a while. I go to bed to stop all these thoughts, I want them to end. Eventually, I cry myself to sleep.