IMp0sT3r (Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x OC)

Chapter 14: You don't know?

It had been weeks, since Adrien had seen Scarven. Rougue popped back up a few days ago looking much better but who knew how he was under the body con suit.

It had now been twenty three days since Scarven 'went overseas for a photoshoot' according to Felix as well as the text he received from Scarven. Adrien did feel a lot more lonely which was weird considering it was only Scarven who was missing.

As Felix waited for Adrien to exit the car, they both caught sight of a flash of red on a motorcycle. The two made their way over, one more eager and excited than the other. "Scarven, you're back!" Adrien grinned which the redhead returned. "Yeah, the overseas photoshoot dragged on longer than I expected~" the redhead did his habit of dragging a hand through his messy mane. "Yeah, Felix told you you were having a shoot in Australia?" The redhead snuck a glance at the platinum blonde who gave a slight nod as the redhead went with the cover story they had come up with back when they were younger, and when things were so much simpler.

"Yeah, the jet lag was pretty rough but I'll say I did well, they made me dress in some tuxes and I have to say I looked good in that police man uniform~" the green eyed male laughed as Felix's eyes were a mix of amusement and nostalgia at the old joke. A knowing glance at Felix which only served to confirm the blonde's suspicion of the joke being used to spur him on.

Still he stubbornly refused to acknowledge it and with a short word of goodbye, he left the pair to rush to class.

The blonde seemed rather oblivious to all this while Scarven bit back a feral growl, annoyed at how mule headed the older blonde was being. Still he continued his chat with Adrien, taking his mind off the platinum blonde while a small prick of pain nicked his heart with each lie he had to conjure up about his whereabouts the past weeks.

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During class, Scarven decided to humor the teacher seeing as he had missed school for a bit. Not that he missed out on anything. His father, or rather his tutor hired by his father, was already drilling him with college senior year stuff to 'prepare him to take over the company'.

Now you're probably wondering what Scarven's father does for a job. Well, he began as a humble teacher who got a shot at being a politician and learning his ways to the top. He soon created his own company, using the contacts he had gotten from his politician years. The company started with fashion, developing clothing lines in cooperation with designers and branching out not long after with cosmetics and beauty care and now electronics and even some foodstuffs.

Anyways, the teacher was now calling for someone to answer an equation. Being a nice person, who also had nothing to do and was bored out of his mind, Scarven raised his hand to take the place of whatever poor soul would have been called upon. He walked up to the board, solving the equation in simplified steps that the teacher took a while to understand.

Everytime he shifted in his seat, coughed, sniffled or, in this case, walk to the front of the class, Scarven felt those familiar icy eyes on me. He felt guilty, it practically radiated off of him. Yet, as the stubborn person Felix was, he refused to act on it, bottling it up as much as he could.

The next few lessons were spent with Felix trying to distract himself with the lesson as Adrien spoke with Nino mist of the time beside him. Scarven was drawing, Nathaniel doing the same beside him. They would swap sketchbooks and give each other tips, as they usually did. However, this time while Scarven was drawing, his mind was full of Felix and how evertmything had changed.

They both knew that they were to keep their personal and hero lives separate, including whatever each other had done. But if Felix was going to be like this, the redhead would honestly rather tell the world himself.

Then, an alarm sounds as a car flies past the classroom window. An akuma, perfect.

The two old friends share a glance before silently slipping away before the unmasked heroes of Paris could notice.

The two boys met on a rooftop, Chat Noir and Ladybug flanking Rouge as the Akuma ran rampant behind Chat Blanc. Chat Noir stood in front of Rouge, unknowingly breaking the hesitation of the white cat to attack, unknowning of the fact he was attacking his own younger brother.

"Chat!" Ladybug called but to no avail, the golden blonde was determined to get answers to who the white con cat was. A few more shouts from Ladybug were ignored until he heard his name from an ever familiar imposter. "Adrien." His voice was stern, firmer than he had ever heard it. His usual flouncy and mischevious tone was absent. It shook the boy right to the bone.

Both of that Chats halted their movement. Rouge commanded for Chat Noir to step aside and join Ladybug who was currently fighting the oversized monkey of an akuma.

The boy stepped aside reluctantly but still heeded the redhead's unspoken order and went after Ladybug.

"So," Rouge grinned. "You'd rather fight your own brother over me? I'm flattered~" the bait was set, now for Blanc to take it. "My brother?" Bingo. "You didn't know?" Rouge took in a breath. His plan would soon be in action. It was now or ever.

"You didn't know? Chat Noir is your younger brother, Adrien Agreste." 'I made my move, your turn Hawkmoth...'