The Miraculous Syndicate

Chapter 8 - Silent Room

Chat Noir's POV

A t-shirt flew into the air and landed gently on a little cat-like creature.

''Hey!'' He shouted, trying to wiggle out from beneath.

''Oops, sorry.'' Adrien grabbed the shirt distractedly and flung it into the correct direction this time- the laundry basket.

''Are you bothered about what Ladybug said yesterday?'' The little creature asked.

Adrien paused from where he was putting his socks on and looked at him. ''Plagg, claws out.''

''Oh shii--'' The creature, called Plagg, got sucked into Adrien's ring as a green glow surrounded him.

Chat Noir appeared in his place. ''We don't speak about yesterday.'' He mumbled, knowing Plagg could hear him but couldn't actually reply.

A knock interrupted the silence and he opened the door. ''Hey Nathalie.''

Surprised he was in his Chat Noir form, Nathalie raised on eyebrow. ''Good to see that you're eager. Your fa- Hawkmoth has summoned you in his lair.'' She corrected herself quickly.

Feeling nervous, he swallowed and nodded. ''I'll be there soon.'' And shut the door.

Ladybug...didn't tell him, did she?

His gaze grew colder.

I promise, Ladybug, if you told him anything about (Y/N) or yesterday, know that it will be you who will be killed.

''I have heard that you have gotten a job request recently.''

Chat Noir was in Hawkmoth's lair which had a view that would be appreciated if he wasn't in the current situation he was in.

Heart beating fast, he nodded despite Hawkmoth's back facing him. ''Y-Yes.''

''I see. What was the request?''

Confused, ''...Which job fa- Hawkmoth?'' He asked.

The intimidating man turned to him slowly. ''The girl.''

Oh god.

''F-Fine, the request was quite...strange.''

''Elaborate.''

Chat fumbled for words, words that wouldn't give away anything yet. ''She wanted me to kill her, spontaneously, if I may add.''

''I see.''

''I haven't decided anything yet.'' Chat said carefully.

Hawkmoth looked at him straight in the eyes and Chat Noir felt like he just dropped a time bomb on himself.

''Why so?''

Goddammit!

''My price!'' He said quicker than he intended. ''Rip away her happiness she's built up.''

With a quiet sigh, Hawkmoth spoke again. ''Finish it, as soon as possible.''

Chat nodded.

''Yesterday-''

Please, no. No!

''You were supposed to make it look a suicide.''

Chat's eyes widened. He was glad it wasn't a discussion about yesterday night, but the job request he had gotten earlier that day haunted him- he had to make it look like a suicide. And he knew that sooner or later, he would be confronted about it.