A New Beginning- a MariJon story

Chapter 26

TW: Su!c!de

"What have I done Plagg? What have I done." Adrien sobbed in the corner, rocking back and forth like a madman. "What have I done?"

"Kid, shut up. You have asked me that like a bazillion times and it's getting really annoying." Plagg was fed up with his holder. He had warned Adrien what would happen if he didn't come clean about Lila, and he was right. And Plagg definitely had nothing to with. Nope. All this bad luck was not Plagg's way of phishing his holder for hurting pigtail-er Marinette. Adrien let out another sob and curled even deeper into himself. 

"Look kid, I like you, and honestly you have been one of my favorite holders, so I'm gonna be blunt. You messed up. Like I tried to subtly hint to you before, you should have come clean when Marinette asked you too. Instead, you stayed silent, like the coward you are. And then, to make matter worse, you just, left. You left her alone, to deal with the ridicule and criticism of the class every day. You ignored her cries for help, you didn't even tell a teacher what was going on. You sat by and watched as she cried over once-priceless possessions that had been destroyed, and ignored Lila's "bullying" tales. You hurt her, Adrien. You really, really hurt her. I was talking to, well, it's none of your business who I was talking to, but they told me it got so bad that she wanted to..she wanted to, well she wanted to die.And you are at fault for that. Goodnight kid." Plagg was so tired. He hated seeing his holder like that, looking like a kicked puppy, but it had to be said. His holder needed to wake up and smell the cheese. Life wasn't all sunshine and roses. And his holder needed to learn that you had to be responsible not just for yourself, but for other people. His holder needed to learn that his actions, and inaction's, could hurt people just the same. 

Plagg looked up as he heard another strangled cry from his holder, and felt a little guilty. His holder needed to learn a lesson, but Plagg may have gone to far. He would apologize in the morning. Maybe he would give Adrien a nice big wheel of Camembert as an apology gift. With that thought in mind, Plagg drifted off to sleep.

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Nathelie's scream was unlike any other. It traveled through the house, waking both Gabriel and Plagg, the latter having just enough common sense to stay hidden. It was otherworldly, containing raw grief and pain. Gabriel burst through the door, Miraculous in hand, prepared to transform if needs be. Instead, he collapsed to knees. 

"A-adrien?" His voice was barely above a whisper. He vision tunneled until all he saw was his sons blood covered hand and the paper scrunched inside it. Not his son. Anything but his son.

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Plagg flew out of the house, tears streaming from his eyes, ring wrapped in his tail. He had to get out of Paris, and fast. He couldn't contain his pain for much longer, and if he stayed in Paris, millions would die. It was his fault...his fault! Why had he gone so overboard? How could have done this his holder. How could he have hurt him like this. His holder....his holder was gone. and it was his fault. He couldn't hold it back any longer. 

When he let it go, well, let's just say Australia's fires weren't exactly...natural. 

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Marinette couldn't breathe. Adrien couldn't..he couldn't be...he couldn't. Nononononononononono. Chat Noir, her partner, her other half. NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNONONONONONONONONO. He couldn't be...he couldn't.

"No."

"I'm so sorry Marinette."

"NO! NO! He can't be gone. Not my- not my kitty. Please Plagg. Please tell me you're joking. Please!" Plagg just shook his head sadly before handing Marinette the ring and disappearing.

"Please Kitty. please. Not my kitty. Not My kitty. My kitty. I'm so sorry Chat Noir. I'm so sorry." Marinette sobbed into her pillow, not noticing when her sobs turn into screams, not noticing the warm arms that wrapped around her, not noticing the comforting hand on her back, the same hand that held her hair up as she threw up five minutes later. 

"My kitty, Alfred. My kitty." And all Alfred could do for comfort was hold her as she cried. 

A/N- SO what'd you think? Thanks for reading. Sorry for the angst!