Miraculous One Shot Compilation

Repression

A/n - I've had this idea sitting around long enough I don't remember for sure where I got it. Looking at it now, I might have been influenced by Masked Permanently by alexbluewolfe.

"Claws in," Chat tried. "Claws in!" He looked down at his ring, which was completely black. Usually, when the last neon green paw pad disappeared, he was forced to go back to civilian form; not only hadn't that happened, but he couldn't even force the transformation manually.

"I want to go home!" he cried, then a disturbing realization hit him; he didn't know where home was. He didn't know who he was.

"Plagg?" he called. "Help me, please! Detransform me! Claws in!" His pleas fell on deaf ears, or perhaps Plagg was unable to help while trapped inside his ring. Now that he thought about it, Chat wasn't even sure why he could remember Plagg's name. He never associated directly with Plagg as Chat. These were the memories of...?

"My name is..." he tried to jumpstart his memory. "My address... my birth date... my eye color is... green? My hair color is... blond?" He looked at his reflection in a store window. Chat had green eyes and blond hair. Did he really know if he shared those features with his civilian form?

"My family must be missing me. I have a family, right?" He shook his head; he was sure he must have a wonderful family, if only he could remember them! If he could just remember them! Now he knew he was having memory loss. He was convinced that was the only thing that stood between him and detransforming. If he could remember who he was, he could go back! He was pretty sure that he was somewhere in his teens. All he'd have to do was keep his ears alert for any news of a missing teen. He knew he'd recognize his name when he heard it!

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"Sorry, Dudette, I haven't heard from him."

"Oh no, poor Adrien! Something must be wrong - he never likes to miss school."

"Maybe his père pulled him out for a photoshoot. It's happened before."

"No, there weren't any photoshoots scheduled today; Gabriel always likes to arrange Adrien's schedule weeks in advance."

"How do you even get this much information on him? He doesn't share this much detail with me, I just assume he's busy unless he says he isn't."

--

"Um, Miss Bustier, we were wondering, did Adrien call in sick or something?"

"Oh, his père did call the school just after class started. Adrien is away visiting family in England. No word on when he'll return; he's expected to be absent until further notice."

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"What could have prompted his père to send him away all of a sudden? Adrien didn't have any trips planned for the next month! I hope they didn't get in an argument! It could be months before I see him again if they did! Oh, at least he's safe if he's with family."

--

Gabriel had lied. He couldn't afford anyone knowing his son had run away. He couldn't afford anyone asking why. He'd been out of his lair as Hawkmoth several times now in an attempt to unnerve his enemies and weaken their resolve. His arrogance was what had led him into this situation. Once he'd made a satisfactory show of force, he retreated to his home, unaware that this time Chat Noir had managed to follow him. It wasn't until he'd detransformed that he'd heard the voice of his enemy in his house with him.

"No, it can't be him! It isn't him!" Chat Noir was clutching his head, his features stricken in pain. "Hawkmoth isn't my père, I'm not his son!"

Gabriel hadn't seen Chat Noir or Adrien since. He expected his son to confront him and ask him, 'Why?' to which he was prepared to tell Adrien that the ends were worth the means. Measures had to be taken to make their family whole again. When Adrien hadn't come home by bedtime, Gabriel realized that his son probably had no intention of coming back. The best he could do now was make it look like there was nothing wrong, and convince his son to come home when he saw him again. Luckily, he knew exactly how to lure Chat Noir out of hiding.