the broken butterfly

Chapter 5 (pls I need names for these)

Nathaniel's POV

Nathaniel heard Chloé's words and had a silent hope, but Marc didn't look at him, didn't even turn his face to him and after class he ran away. Nathaniel was confused, why had he run away? What had he done wrong?

'You stupid bitch!' Cried he to Chloé, trying to get to her, but being held back by his friends.

'What are you talking about artsy?' Said she condescendingly.

'Get over here and I'll get you!'

'Nathaniel Kurtzberg, principle's office, now!' Said Ms. Bustier. He went to the principle's office in anger, when he got there he was demanded to explain why he had been sent there. He did so through gritted teeth, thinking of how unfair it was that Chloé wasn't sent here with him.

'I see, do not worry, the Owl only dispenses justice; I do so thusly: You, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, must stay in detention for the upcoming two weeks and you shall not bother Ms. Bourgeouis again!' Said he, making Nathaniel burst into a flame of anger as an akuma entered his pen.

'Evillustrator, I am Hawkmoth, I will give you your powers back to take revenge on them who wronged you and taken from the undeserving. In return, you must hand me the miraculouses of the people who fight you. Are we agreed?'

'Yes, Hawkmoth, we are indeed.' Said he being engulfed in a black and purple smog.

'Nathaniel Kurtzberg, get out of here, now! I need to change into my hero suit!'

'Shut up.' Said he drawing him stuck in a cube and moving to the school's central plaza to find and remove Chloé.

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Marc's POV

He lay on his bed crying himself till his throat was sore. His phone went off, he ignored it. Then people began making noise downstairs, because of which he unlocked his phone and saw an akuma alert. He stood up reluctantly and transformed. He left through his window, a tear spilling down the side of his cheek.

He was last of the five heroes to arrive. Seeing them fight and slowly overtake Evillustrator, he decided to sit on his heels and stay back. Evillustrator's face lit up, signalling contact with Hawkmoth. The fight started to turn.

'Where the hell is that goat that was here last time?' Said Carapace as Evillustrator knocked Ladybug and Wasp Queen out.

'I don't know!' Answered Chat Noir. Getting out of his sitting position he sneaked over to the part of the roof closest to Evillustrator. He saw him knock Carapace out as he was activating his power silently.

He jumped forwards keeping the stick out of the way. He took Evillustrator by surprise, sticking the stick into his side as he was turning him around. Evillustrator tried getting out of his hands quickly and with style, but he didn't put enough force into the attempt and that became his downfall. He swiftly pecked him on the cheeks, constantly, unstoppingly. He felt a resistance against the pecks. Chat Noir got hold of his pen and was in a panic. They couldn't cleanse the akuma without Ladybug! He switched from kissing to hugging, feeling panic. A third bleep went, and he had yet two minutes.

The person who had been in his room was at Ladybug's side, out of nowhere. 'Purification!' Said he, lighting his hand up. He saw Ladybug shoot up, looking at the person.

'Thank you, master.' Said she getting handed the pen by Chat Noir. She broke it in two and purified the akuma. He ran away, de-transforming as he came into his room. Ziggy flew out the pins and fell on the cushion of his chair.

'Could I please get some food?'

'Here you go.' Said he handing him some food. He sat down, feeling ecstatic. He had kissed Nathaniel. He had kissed the teal-eyed. He had kissed his crush.

'Why do you look as if you've just orgasmed?'

'What are you saying?'

'You look as if you've just orgasmed. I want to know why.'

'It's . . . personal.'

'I see, well, it's pretty necessary to be without privacy towards me. So . . .' After a silence he spoke up again: 'Well, begin!'

'Uhm, so, uhm . . . I-I've got th-this c-crush-'

'Well, get on with it.'

'I-I've got this c-crush on th-the boy that w-was j-just akumat-tised.' Got he out finally, blushing like a fire.

'Well, that does certainly explain why you were so passionate about the kissing. I could feel that, you know. You wanted more, you hungered for far more. You-'

'Shut it! I don't want to speak about it, okay. I'm sorry.'

'Well, you better be.' Sniffed Ziggy, taking the last bite out of the cookie. 'But I was right about the kissing, and the-'

'Shut. It.' He got a momentary feeling of regret as Ziggy shrunk back, seemingly afraid. 'I won't hurt you, I just want you to stop talking about it, okay.'

'I shall try my best, master.'

'Don't call me that, please, I don't want to be anyone's master.'

'Protector then.' Having heard that, Marc shrugged. What could he do?

'Marc, darling, could you come downstairs, sweetie?' Shouted his mum from downstairs. He got up with a sigh, opening up his pouch for Ziggy to enter.

'Yes, mum,' said he having come downstairs. 'What's wrong?' He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Nathaniel sitting on the sofa next to his mother.

'Hi, Marc. I came here to talk, I've got to tell you something.'

'D-don't bother.' Said he, trying to keep the blush off his face. Why did he have to think about the kiss? Nathaniel wouldn't remember any of it anyway!

'Well, I actually think it's rather important. You see, after you left school I got really angry and was so wound up that I couldn't contain myself. The only reason Chloé is still in possession of two working legs is partly because I was restrained by our friends.'

'Wh-what are you t-trying to say?' Asked he, trying desperately not to stutter.

'Well, what I'm trying to say is-'

'Marc, you're alright!' Shouted his father as he entered the sitting room. 'I was afraid for you. Your mother told me to come in all haste because you seemed upset. She thought you might want to talk with your father to get your feelings straight.' After having said that he came to the realisation that there was a guest sitting in the room. 'Oh, Nathaniel, buddy! How are you faring?' Asked he.

'I'm doing well, Mr. Anciel.' Said Nathaniel with a small blush creeping in. 'I-I'll catch you t-tomorrow after s-school, okay?' His mum looked perplexed, for some reason. What had she expected? When he was gone, she spoke thus:

'You better listen to him tomorrow, plumb.' Said she, softly tapping him on his shoulder.

(A/N: 1191 words. Okay, so, as you may have noticed, this one is a little shorter (nearly half) than the first two chapters. This is not by accident, for I have decided to make the chapters a little shorter, seeing as this is going to be read on an electronic screen, which lowers attention span, I've decided to make the chapters a little shorter here so there is less of a barrier for stepping into the story. The previous two will be shortened soon, too, though I have yet to do so and to take the time out of my day for doing so.)