After around half an hour of pondering, Nathanael came to a final conclusion.
"Her life is more important than my identity," he began, "I just, couldn't bare to see her die because of me..."
His bloodied shoes shuffled along the road, alone in pure isolation.
I wonder where Chat Noir and Ladybug are... He wondered nervously. The streets were bare and empty, only the howl of the wind was to be heard.
He opened his jacket to reveal a metallic red, purple, and silver wolf kwami who quickly flew out his coat.
"About time you let me breathe," he whined, stretching out his legs and arms.
"Sorry Slade," Nathanael laughed softly, patting his kwami playfully, "you know there are eyes everywhere here."
"Yeah yeah, what's the situation?" Slade asked, resting on Nathanael's shoulder.
Nathanael's eyes welled up as he stared into the silenced street.
"It's all my fault. I should have protected her." He rambled.
"Well," Slade sassed, "it's not like you knew something would happen to her, he's Hawk Moth for paints sake. You're lucky I listen to your conversations."
"I guess you're right. But what matters now is that I rescue her. Someone has to." Nathanael declared, puffing up his chest.
Nathanael began to run down the street, in which he had heard a piercing scream coming from.
She's in the Eiffel Tower! He thought frantically, seeing a shadowed figure resting at the tøp. *sorry for the band references hehe*
With that, he ripped his stylus from the small pocket of his jeans and held it up above his head. Nathanael then yelled, "Slade, transform me!"
Slade got sucked into the drawing tool within a few seconds, quickly turning
Nathanael into the Dessinateur. A flash of bright light surrounded him for a split second, completing the switch.
"I'm coming, (y/n)!" The Dessinateur called, running up the nearest building to your aid.
The strong wind blew past him, making his ears ring. It was bitter cold, and without the heaters from the buildings and restaurants, it stung his face.
The pink of his lips progressed slowly to blue as his tired body flew in flourishing motions across the buildings of Paris.
Back to you
The cold metal floor scraped at your bruised body, cutting deeper into your scratches. You slowly opened your eyes, squinting upward to see a tall figure above you.
"Madame! Let me help!" A familiar voice called.
You felt hands unraveling you from your elastic entanglement. Feeling faint, you muttered out a halfhearted: "N...Nathanael?"
The figure seemed to shake nervously as he pulled you into your feet.
"Actually, I am." He sighed, turning to face you.
You gasped, staring into the same bright teal eyes you knew so well. Except...he was the Dessinateur.
"What. Who. Wha. Huh?" You gawked, the information hardly processing.
He took your hands in his, smiling guiltily.
"Well, now you know my little secret." Nathanael confessed, his cheeks turning red.
"No...I'm...no. Nath." You stammered in shock. "I'm supposed to kill you."
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FanfictionI REWROTE THIS BOOK! It's on my profile called "Drawn Together" You are new a student attending Marinette and Adrien's high school, but working for Hawk Moth as a spy. As your duty, you try to learn their secret identities. You become friends with...
