It has a happy ending....right? {COMPLETED}

Chapter 5

 As Fennick patrolled the late-night Paris streets, he noticed the smell of gas down a dark alleyway. After calling out to see if someone's car had broken down and getting no reply back, he pushed into the dark lane. "Hello?" He asked, kicking loose garbage bags out of his way.

His gaze was met with emerald green cat eyes near the ground. They glowed inhuman-like, and he could hear a purr coming from the animal. "Hey kitty," He rubbed his fingers together, trying to get the cat to come towards him. The eyes rose, then stopped near the height of his shoulders. "What the heck," Fennick took out his flute and began calling Adrien, only for his forearm to be grabbed by a figure behind him.

"Hey, Nino," A voice whispered in his ear before the cat's eyes emerged from the darkness and hit him on the head with her baton, knocking him out.

Nino awoke in an empty room, nothing but himself and a tape recorder that sat on a tripod in front of him. "Trixx?" He looked around, the ropes around his wrist and ankles holding him back.

"Hi, Nino," Ladynoire purred into his ear. Her index finger ran along his left shoulder, flicking off in a teasing manner. "I believe you are looking for this?" She dangled the chain just out of reach. His eyes widened in terror. If he wasn't careful, they could easily keep him there for as long as possible.

"I'm not telling you anything," He seethed, knowing what Ladynoire was after. Ladynoire stepped behind the tripod, angling it more and more.

"Don't worry, you'll be telling me, and Misterbug things. Well, he'll see that when I send him this tape," She smirked, poking the record button. She swayed her hips as she walked behind him, slipping her arms down his shoulders and onto his chest, letting them rest there. "First, say your name for the camera," She cooed.

"Nino Lahiffe," He remained calm. He was a superhero, he had been in more stressful situations than this one.

"And you are?"

"Fennick, owner of the fox miraculous,"

"Okay, Onto the questions," She removed herself from the position and paced around him. She was nervous, told by the obsessive pacing back and forth and the way she fiddled with the end of her long braid. "Do you know the identity of Misterbug or Sting?"

"Yes,"

"Okay, which one?" She asked, running her hand through his hair.

"Both," He complied to her questioning, knowing that staying silent could make it worse for him.

"Okay, can you tell me who they are?"

"No, and don't try to nag me to tell you," He looked over his shoulder to see a door open then close again.

"Nino, how about you come join us? It's so much better here. No rules, just you and your freedom," The anonymous voice said.

The green of Shelly's outfit caught his eye as she rounded around his shoulder. Great. Now he would have to deal with two miraculous holders.

"Y'know, you'll eventually be stopped when Misterbug shows up," He felt the tip of something sharp run along his chin, Ladynoire's claw.

"C'mon, you're his little guard dog," She cooed. Shelly stood against the wall, staring down at Nino. Her death glare looked so familiar to Nino like he had seen it somewhere before but he couldn't place his finger on it.

"I'd rather be his guard dog than a criminal lowlife," He answered.

"Ugh," Ladynoire huffed before pressing stop on the camera and taking out a chip from the side. "Fine," She opened the door behind him and slammed it behind her.

Nino sat in that room for what felt like hours to him. The more and more he sat, the more the rope irritated his wrists and ankles. The silence that lingered in the small room was broken by the sound of the door slamming open again.

"Nino!" Misterbug called out. Sting quickly untied his ropes and handed him the fox chain. "Transform so we can get out of this hell hole,"

"Trixx, let's pounce," He exclaimed before the orange hue surrounded him and he appeared as Fennick before them.

"Here honeybee," Queen Cobra's voice echoed throughout the barren hallways. Fennick quickly called his mirage and made an illusion of Sting to cover their escape. Queen Cobra attacked the illusion and scoffed once it faded away.

"Thanks for coming, dudes, but how did you find me?" Fennick asked as they leapt across the rooftops, far from where the building was. The early morning sun came with a sense of dew in the air, a comforting idea for Misterbug's nerves.

Misterbug felt a big step into his plan to stop Ladynoire as he turned to look behind him at their previous path. They now knew where Ladynoire, Shelly, Ryuko and Queen Cobra stayed, or so that's what he thought.

"I was able to track your miraculous. Turns out it only has to contain a kwami to be tracked by another user," Misterbug explained.

"So we're able to track Ladynoire's and the rest?" Fennick asked.

The feel of fresh air in his lungs compared to the stale air from that room was amazing to him. Being stuck in there for only a few hours really did make a difference to him.

"No, I tried that already but they seemed to have altered theirs, let's hope that that doesn't stop us though," He gave a small smile, the weight of his words tugging on the corners of his mouth.

Marinette sat in silence in the dining hall of their mansion, bathing in her frustration. She lost Nino and let Misterbug getaway. They rid the building of any evidence and retreated to their mansion; like they always did. Leading Misterbug to where they stayed most would be pointless, and could ruin her plans so she settled for a mildly damaged house in the forest. "Blue, ya can't be so..." Plagg paused, already regretting his next words, "Blue..." He grimaced at the unintentional pun.

"I'm not, I'm frustrated. He got away because I wasn't careful and he was able to track that stupid chain." She picked at the food in front of her, the soup she made almost twenty minutes ago was now cold and gross.

"You'll get him eventually," Plagg assured her, a bit out of character for the usually pessimistic kwami. Alya noticed Marinette's deary behaviour as she and Kagami searched throughout interviews and meeting with the heroes.

"Marinette, come help us, it'll take your mind off things," She held out a thin stack of papers. Marinette sauntered over to the coffee table, sitting on the ground and pouting as she skimmed over each sentence in interviews.