Against Chat Blanc's and Bubbler's advice, Marc entered the room in the West Wing. He opened the door and was shocked to see the state of the room. The furniture and curtains looked as though they had been clawed. Marc approached a shredded portrait of a young man with straight red hair and shining turquoise eyes. For some reason, the redhead could not stop staring at it.
Out of curiosity, Marc walked towards a glass jar on a stand, which seemed to be glowing mysteriously. When he got a closer look, he saw the enchanted pen. He was so mesmerized by the look of the pen that he started getting closer and reached out to touch it. Suddenly, Evillustrator jumped out and startled Marc. The poor boy accidentally knocked over the glass jar and it would have fallen if Evillustrator had not grabbed it in time and placed it back. Then he turned to Marc and glared.
"I told you not to come here," he growled.
Marc backed away, "I was just-"
"Do you have any idea what you could have done?" The redhead asked furiously.
The dark-haired boy stumbled with fear, "I swear, I didn't mean to cause any harm."
"Leave!" Evillustrator roared.
With that, the frightened boy ran off. When he realized what he had done, Evillustrator looked at the pen and was filled with regret when its glow began to fade. Meanwhile, Chat Blanc and Bubbler were discussing the 'Beauty and The Beast' situation, when Marc ran past them.
Chat Blanc was confused and called out to him, "Wait! Where are you going?"
"Promise or no promise, I'm not staying here any longer," Marc explained, rushing out the door. "I'm sorry, goodbye!"
Chat Blanc and Bubbler looked at each other with looks of worry and disappointment.
Bubbler lamented, "Well, there goes our chance of turning back to normal."
Once Marc was out of the gates and exposed to the incoming snowstorm, he heard a howl that filled him with fright. Looking around, Marc saw a pack of wolves surrounding him. He backed away fearfully, as the wolves got closer, eyeing him hungrily.
Before the wolves could attack, someone jumped in and stood between them and their prey. When Marc looked up, he was shocked to see Evillustrator. He had drawn a barrier around them and the wolves, he had even growled at them to protect the dark-haired boy. Soon, the wolves figured that there was no way of getting them and retreated into the woods. That was when Evillustrator felt weak and tired, due to his excessive use of his powers, and collapsed. Marc rushed over and helped him up, leading him back into the castle. As soon as they were inside, alerting the other Akumas that they were back, Marc sat Evillustrator down on an armchair and started a fire in the fireplace. Lady WiFi approached them with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. Marc took the cloth, dipped it in the bowl, and moved near the Akuma. He tried to apply on his wounds, while the fidgety creature moved about. And once Marc finally placed the cloth on the wound, Evillustrator roared in pain, scaring everyone but Marc.
"That hurts!" he shouted.
Marc was getting impatient as he shot back, "Well if you hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much."
"If you hadn't run away, none of this would have happened."
"I only ran away because you frightened me."
Evillustrator opened his mouth and was about to give his response when he struggled until he found one.
"You shouldn't have been in the West Wing," he pointed out.
Marc retorted, "and you should learn to control your temper."
Then the two of them looked away in silence. The Akumas looked at one another in discomfort. Suddenly, just as the situation seemed despairing, Marc broke the lingering silence.
"Thank you," he spoke up.
That made Evillustrator perked up, "what?"
"Thank you," Marc repeated. "For you know, saving me, Evillustrator."
"Nathaniel."
Marc looked at Evillustrator in confusion, "Huh?"
"Please call me Nathaniel," Evillustrator smiled. "That's my real name."
It was the first time Marc had seen a look of compassion on those turquoise eyes. So he returned the smile.
"Okay... Nathaniel."
Watching the scene, the rest of the Akumas all beamed. Maybe there is some hope after all.
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Anciel & The Akuma
FanfictionMarc was a young boy who lived in a village with his sister, Marinette. He had a love of reading and dreamed of someday becoming a writer. When Marinette was captured, Marc meets Evillustrator, a prince who was akumatized because of his selfishness...
