Whitewashed Dreams (A Chat blanc Story)

❦Meaning❦

Why does it have so hurt?

Why do I have always have to wake up in the middle of the night? Sweat dripping from my forehead. Nightmares. The memories. The pain. The screams. Then, the agonizing silence...Why do we suffer? Why even live? Why exist if live will end up in oblivion? We are attached by strings to this world, before fading into the vacant void. We are pawns, pawns. These miraculous, these powers, the struggles, the wars, the turmoils, they matter to no one. Out there, there are beings watching us enduring this torment of a life until we finally expire.

Life is but an agonizing free fall into death devoid of any hope. There is no reason, there is no plan, we are all of us utterly alone.

All Alone...

I get up my mat, it was going to be one of those long night. I slowly approach the window, well what there is left of it. The Parisian sky is something that never change no matter the world. Millions of starts torching the night, slowly dancing their way thought the universe. Slowly my sight falls on the roof of the city. I notice a small red figure in the distant...

No... its her. Out of all the possible time. She probably has patrol on this side of Paris tonight. No Akumas. She looks exactly the same as that day. If only... No, no matter how much I what to go embrace her, I can't.

After just a couple of seconds, she yoyos away... I want to reach out, to jump out this dump, run on the roof under the the torching stars illuminating the beautiful city. Maybe chit chat a little on the Arc de la Triomphe. I try to keep sight of her. M'lady...Please stay

I loose sight of her finally.

Stay... I beg you...

I fall back in my corner. I shakily gasped for air and dug my claws into my arms, sniffling and coughing at times. I needed to feel something, anything. It hurt so much, and I just want it to stop. I was supposed to be a positive and cheery boy, just how mama always liked, not this pathetic burst of sadness and despair...

Mama...

Mari...

Tout le putain de monde....

I failed everyone, they had to pay the price. I deserve to me alone for my crimes.

All Alone

~~~

A strange package appeared in the morning. I don't remember something coming today. Maybe the new set of nail trimmer I bought last week. I didn't it would appear this early. Maybe this world has a better shipping services.

I pick up the light box. Something awfully familiar. The smell is striking. It taste so comfy, relaxing, electric... I take a peak. Are those croissants?

A small etiquette is sticking on the side of the box.

~De James

Interesting, I guess he moved on from cheese. These definitely looks I pick up one of them. Has been a while I had croissants. No harm done eating one. I slowly place the soft pastries in my mouth.

My jaw goes slightly agape. Memories flashing right before my eyes. I spit out my food. It can't be. It can't be. I check the box for any clue. It can't taste the same can it?

I guess it's already time. I need answers. Someone is hiding something from me. What does James knows? what did Mj told him? Ce maudit de salaud. Everything is at risk! What if people find out another chat has been living in Paris for the last couple of weeks! I cannot interfere with this world. Do people want me to unleash another ending of the world? I need to protect this world. I need to protect her.

~~~

"Who are you whats the crisis? We only call me for emergency! From Paris?! WHo? Unless, uh God, Chat Blanc of course. God. Thats the matter?"

"I need answers, like right now old man. Unless you want me to come to England and rip you and Yuki to shreds and fill you with-"

"Me and Yuri? Chat I am married for hell sake! Man when MJ signed me up for this it didn't preclude be being your babysitter."

My babysitter?

" YOU SON OF A-"

"Have you been drinking Chat?" his stern voice puts me off guard.

I look at a milk cartoon besides me. Yeah its almost empty...

"Not in the last 5 minutes, no"

"Dear God, can you at least call me a little bit later? I am in an important business..."

"Tell me, why did you send me Dupain-cheng's croissants? What do you know?

"Look chat, it was a close bakery with good reputation, I have no

"Speak to MJ or something. I know very little about you, everything came from MJ or from results of this Adrien from this earth.

Oh yes, I think its time to pay a visit to MJ....

Gulp, I still love ya chat

Something suddenly hits me. Well where in the world is MJ now??

~~~

"MJ, I need answers NOW!" I yell at the cracked screen of my phone. I urgently need a new one soon.

"Dude, chat calm down. I am in an important mission in Lisbon at the moment can we..."

"Whats with everyone and their missions! WHAT ARE YOU HIDING!?" I scream at my phone.

 I must waken up all of Paris.

"Trust me, nothing to do with miraculous or whatever. A shipment of metals from Vredefort Crater was intercepted in Hambourg. This lead to me here and I think this organization-"

"Look I don't care, just tell James to back off. I am tired of him. I am tired of everyone."

"Chat, I am trying to help you. Clearly you are alone and need some friends. Fun fact actually, having friends boosts by 62% the-"

"You poor bastard don't get it! I cant reveal myself! I have the power to destroy worlds in the palm of my hands!

"Look, this is going nowhere and I am extremely busy, wait hang on chat for a minute, what you said Tony-" I hear Mj yelling orders at this Tony. What a waste of time. I need to find a new method to find the answers to my questions. Alone, like always..."

"This kind of bullsh!t makes me want to tell my parents they're adopted, bloody hell. Yes chat so what now? Can we postpone this discussion?"

"Start treating me seriously, no more babysitting . Remember, I could set this world on fire, and call it rain. Don't you ever test me MJ..."

" Chat, chat you naive kitty, If you want to live in this new world you will have to follow my rules. Unless, of course, you can always be your father's puppet once again or become Paris' public enemy numero uno. Break your precious lady's heart. Anyways Adrien Agreste, will catch up later. J'ai d'autres chats à fouetter."

And just like that, I was silenced. I need to know what is going on. I can't keep on living like a prisoner, with only my four walls keeping me company.

Always alone.