𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴: Soul Bound - DISCONTINUED

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

-The Cover-up-

➳ 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡

Nino rushed through the streets of Paris, careful not to bump into anyone, before he stopped at a certain block. He glanced at his hand which held the address Dealla gave him and then at the signs that every shop in the vicinity had put up, only to look up at the building he was standing beside. He read the sign, Boutique de massage de Fu. 

This must be it, then.

The brunette shook his head before peeking through the tinted door of the building, knocking once, only to hear a faint, "Come in," from inside. Nino let out a deep breath before twisting the antique knob, and the bells chimed as he swung the door open, and there he see the person Dealla described; a short, old man in a Hawaiian shirt. He looked like he was meditating and he sensed Nino's hesitance. The old man opened his eyes, ushering the teen in with a smile.

Nino did so, taking small steps towards the chair the short old man had gestured for him to sit on. He cleared his throat, starting awkwardly. "Uh, Dealla sent me here with a message," he said, putting his hands on his lap as he stared at anything besides the man's eyes that were looking at him skeptically. "She---She said that she want---needs to borrow the book."

Fu narrowed his eyes at the sweating teen before he smiled warmly. "Of course!" He said cheerfully before standing, putting his hands behind his back as he walked towards a dresser with an old gramophone on top. He opened one of the drawers before taking out a large book, walking back towards the teen after closing the drawer.

"Here, young man," said Fu as he gave the brunette the book. He put his hands behind him, smiling. "Tell me your name."

"Uh, Nino. Nino Lahiffe." He said, blinking confusedly as he received the book. "Thanks."

Fu only smiled. "Anytime." 

As Nino was about to step out of the building, the old man called out to him. The brunette turned to Fu, raising his brows, seeing the old man with a serious look on his face. "Once you see Dealla again, tell her to be careful. And you as well."

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Tiamat landed on the roof of the Agreste Mansion with little to no sound. She retracted her sword, putting it in her sheath that materialized and dissipated when the sword came in contact with it. A hood obscured her features and a coat hugged her body, one that made her blend in with her surroundings. She closed her eyes as she muttered an incantation, and her body was then nowhere to be found, evanescing as if she was one with the wind.

A soft wind whispered through an open window and it stayed there. Tiamat's consciousness observed the fight inside Adrien Agreste's room that was beginning to end. As she was leisurely sitting on the window in the form of the wind, a thought went up her mind. What if she lets herself get akumatized? It would help her identify Hawkmoth's voice and strengthen her leads if this plan ever fails. Oh. Wouldn't work seeing as the Miraculous had magic thingies to prevent people from finding out identities.

And from what I observed, those who got akumatized had no memory of them wreaking havoc and literally destroying the Eiffel Tower after they got exorcized by Ladybug. No use risking my dignity if I forget in the end.

Chat Noir was throwing some CDs down to Ladybug who was using his civilian self's foosball as a dispenser when his ear picked up an unnatural sound of the breeze. He faltered and his senses led him to look at the window. He saw nothing. 

"Chat!" Came Ladybug's panicked call as the Collector neared the red bug. The hero in black snapped out of his head before shoving an armful of CDs down to his partner's contraption.