Chat Noir X Reader: The Muse

Chapter 39: The Triumph of Truth (Part 3)

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The sea waves crashed into the clear sand with force. Poseidon didn't seem to be happy today. You turned around on the framed bed, hugging a pillow. So the white-gloved man had been Chat all along. When Plagg said he didn't remember what happened, it was because Chat had been akumatized. But he didn't seem under Hawkmoth's control in the dream. How was that possible?

"There you are."

You looked over your shoulder and saw Adrien walking up to you.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." He said. He had dark circles under his eyes, but he still managed to look gorgeous. You couldn't understand his genetics.

You lay on your back, making room for him. "Now you know how it feels."

The white mattress dipped when he sat by your side, but not too close. "You don't look too good, chérie. Did you sleep well?"

"I was worried about you." He opened his mouth to speak, but you put a hand up. "But that's not it." You took a deep breath. Here it goes. "Your akumatized self was the one who destroyed Paris, not Hawkmoth. Right?"

His mouth opened slightly and he paled. "How did you—?" His expression clouded. "Plagg."

You shook your head. "He kept his promise and didn't say anything. I saw it in a dream." Adrien passed a hand over his face as he stared at the ground. "We have some sort of connection, and I can see things Chat and Plagg saw." It was true that the kwami had helped you this time, but if Adrien knew that, Plagg would probably lose his cheese.

You sat up slowly. Adrien didn't move, eyes fixed on a spot between his feet.

"You were akumatized," you said and he flinched as if the words burned him. Your stomach churned with worry at his reaction. You didn't even know if he was breathing.

"Adrien." You lightly touched his shoulder, leaning closer to him.

His head snapped up and your gazes met. His eyes were shining, filled with unshed tears.

"Oh, Adrien." Your chest tightened. What had you done?

Children laughter reached you, carried by the wind. The family was walking on the beach; it was better to go to a more private place.

"C'mon, let's go back in." You pulled the blonde by the hand until you were back to your room.

Adrien sat cross-legged on the bed, motionless, his eyes unfocused. "I didn't want you to find out." His voice didn't have any life in it.

Now it made sense why he didn't want to talk about the war. He probably felt horrible for destroying the city.

You took a deep breath. "I know." You gave him a glass of water and sat in front of him. "But you could have just explained to me how difficult this was for you. I would understand."

He slowly looked up at you. "And you wouldn't try to find another way to discover the truth?"

You pressed your lips together, knowing that he could see right through you. You probably wouldn't rest until you found out what had happened in the war, and he knew that.

The blonde let out a small, humorless chuckle as he stared at the glass in his hands. "Always the curious one."

"We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to." You added quickly. "I shouldn't have pressured you to talk in the first place. I just... I just wanted to understand."