Plagg's POV
Being more than a dozen centuries or so old, I've seen a whole lot. Weirdos in gigantic poofy dresses, caves filled with gold, a couple of loud-mouthed genies who FYI are over-rated because I'm the best and awesomest and funniest and amazing..est magical deity out there.
…And I'm travel sized – Just saying.
Things hardly phase me. Up until the 21st century, I'll admit,I thought I had seen almost everything, the 16th century and 18th were really crazy, but let me tell you, if you want to witness messed up, then the 21st century is the place to be.
Being an old fossil has really seen me through a whole lotta heroes. In my opinion my kittens are the best from all of them, firstly because I really make the most awesome suit. Seriously,I'm amazing. Tikki thinks her spots are better, whatever,I give my kittens a baton not a lame yoyo!
And I always got the craziest and cheekiest chosens.
But the 21st century…Oh, yes I got a crazy one alright.
Stark-raving-mad crazy.
I remember the night I got him…
It all began on a warm,lazy autumn evening. I was actually just relaxing in our cozy little Miraculous box when Old man Fu dropped the bombshell on me.
See, when the Miraculous' aren't in use, we just lay dormant and sleepy in them, but our conscious minds float around a little magical space-That is if the miraculous Jewel is in Fu's magical box of course. It's kind of like a little world, kwami live there when they're not in use, but when our jewel is put on, we pop out.
Trixx the Fox kwami and Tikki the Ladybug kwami were playing in a small stream while Pollen the bee kwami looked on as she munched on some flowers. Wayzz was with Fu.
I was just minding my own business , really, don't believe anything the other kwami tell you, I'm a little angel.
Suddenly, Fu called. It was weird, because we had been lying dormant for a good 60-70 years. So hearing him suddenly call out to us…Well, you can imagine our shock.
Naturally, Tikki had always been the smartest, and nicest, prettiest, sweetest and most responsible Kwami – That is after yours truly, so upon hearing The old man's voice she perked up immediately and asked him what's wrong.
"A lot of things, Tikki. A whole lot." He said.
"Like what?" Tikki asked and I flew next to my partner.
"For starters, I have found your chosens…" He said and we all gasped in delight.
"But…"We all groaned. There was always the 'but'.
"But?" Tikki asked tentatively.
"They're all wrong." He replied.
"All wrong? They're the chosens, how can they be wrong?" I asked.
Trixx and Pollen floated behind us as we talked to the Voice coming from the Mortal world.
"Well, one of the chosen ones is sick and until he gets better the other chosen's won't be on par." He said.
"What, you mean like, athletes foot or hayfever of something?" I asked.
"Athletes foot isn't even a sickness."Pollen said to Trixx. I rolled my eyes.
"No, I mean that one of the chosens is facing something that is devouring their sanity, and they're losing touch with their humanity, they dislike humans."
"Ooooohhhh, bad kitten, meoooww. Sound's fuuuuun."I said chuckling, stopping when Tikki abruptly smacked my head. I was only trying to lighten the mood, seeing as one of us would have to be the unlucky one to tackle the chosen. We have all had our share of turns to help change some of our chosens from menaces to something miraculous. It generally didn't take long, with the right coaxing, it wasn't too hard. But I had drawn the short end of the stick being the kwami of bad luck, and most of the time, I got the bad chosen who needed to be changed to good. In fact for the past three centuries straight, I had to coax my chosen to become good.
"I'm glad you think so, Plagg, because this sick chosen is yours." Fu said.
If my big beautiful eyes could get larger than they already were, they would have popped out of my head.
Villains I could deal with, but sick?
Tikki snickered and I glared. In all honesty, she was better suited to help these kinds of chosen, she was the mushy, cuddly one.
I was the sexy feline beast.
I hissed. "Fu, this makes the fourth century in a row that I'm getting the bad one." I said.
"Plagg, you know that generally the Black Cat chosen ones will be the villainous ones as they have a chain link with your traits of Bad luck and destruction."
"Oh geez, that's great." I said.
"It's not so bad Plagg, I mean at least this one is just a bit emotionally abused, it could have been worse." Tikki said, assuming that's what Fu meant…Oh, we had no idea at the time what he truly meant…
"Whatever the case, Plagg, you need to fix him so that he becomes the perfect partner for the next Lady-luck."
'Lady-luck' is what we nicknamed Tikki's chosen ones, against her will however because she preferred 'Ladybug'.
"You say he's sick Fu…How do we know that he won't use the powers for evil." Tikki asked. She had a valid point. The villains in the past had done it, but all of them had some strong humanitarian thing about them, or someone they desperately wanted to keep safe, making it easy for them to turn. This kitten disliked humans.
"Oh, well he's definitely going to be evil for a while."
"WHAT?A while?" I shrieked.
"To be honest, I think it will be a long time. But you have to trust me on this. He is the chosen one for this century. It has to be him."
"Fu he may hurt people." Tikki cried out in horror.
"I know…But the rest of this generation would never be even as half as suitable for lady-luck. You know very well that Plagg's chosen HAS to be the soulmate of your chosen Tikki, and because Plagg's darkness links perfectly with his chosen and your kindness links with your chosen, they are soulmates, therefore this boy is 100% the chosen one for the black cat miraculous. I have tested him as well, and I have noted that despite himself, he is a pure hearted individual." He said.
Urgh. This whole soulmate thing really complicated things, but it was the most accurate and reliable way to pick a chosen. Generally, for the cat and ladybug chosen ones, we found the couple in the century that had or would in future have the fiercest love for each other.
It was awesome being the soulmate of the cutest and nicest and smartest and prettiest and most amazing kwami, but I gotta admit, it was shitty almost always getting the bad guy because she was the pure, lucky and good one.
Nevertheless, we're yin and yang,so that's the way it has to be.
"Does this mean we're all going to our chosen's soon?" Trixx asked.
"Not exactly…You see, Plagg's chosen is going to be much too dangerous for anyone but Lady-luck to handle." Fu said.
"So I have to fight against Plagg?" Tikki asked wearily.
"No, even then, he could hurt your chosen, Tikki and possibly even hurt you. Plagg needs to change him before I bring Lady-luck in." Fu said.
"I'm wounded, you think I'd hurt my Tikki." I said, falling dramatically.
Trixx and Tikki smacked their heads.
"I don't get how you're so fine with the fact that you're basically giving a moron powers to become a super villain, especially knowing what that could do to Paris, which, need I remind you, is getting more and more dangerous by the day Fu. What if he kills someone?"Pollen said.
"Now now, Pollen. We all know the Miraculous kwami can prevent that easily and will never allow the chosen to really kill someone. I know you all can't control the violence they inflict while transformed but it's practically impossible for them to kill while in the suit."
"Yeah but what if like someday it actually happens that the Miraculous' jewels can't control the chosen's urge to kill the victim, what if it's too strong?"
"Has it ever gotten to the point where the Chosen was too strong for the Kwami to override?"
"Guys, firstly, you all are confusing the shit out of me with this urge-ey stuff. Stop being smart-asses and making it sound fancy, basically we have no control over their violence but we can override their need to kill." I started.
"Plagg." Tikki groaned.
"Secondly, if this boy's the chosen then we really can't change that." I said.
"True."Trixx said.
"So I might as well get out there before he gets to a point where he tries to do something like kill himself." I said.
"This may take a few years Plagg, he will use the powers for evil as soon as the suit covers his skin and he won't truly change until he actually meets his soul mate."Fu said.
"So until then, what do I do?" I asked.
"Give him the freedom to make his own choices." Fu said.
"In other words you're going to be bossed around." Tikki giggled.
"That shouldn't be hard seeing as I have the bossiest soul mate of all who I've been forced to slave under and be side-kick to since the beginning of time." I said with a pointed look. Tikki huffed.
"Once he meets her, he'll start changing. I'm sure of it. But he needs the freedom, even if it means citizens being attacked, eventually Lucky Charm will fix everything. We can't have a chosen killing themselves because they feel trapped. I cannot stress to you how important it is that you help him vent Plagg."
"So I have to just let him attack people."
Fu nodded.
"You're crazy old man. This is too dangerous." I said, stunned at how sensible I sounded.
"It will work. Everything will change when they meet." Fu said.
"You're still crazy."
"After he falls in love with her, we'll send in Tikki."Fu continued.
"He is crazy." Tikki said shaking her head and leaning to whisper in my ear.
"I'll let you say your goodbyes. You will be sent in this evening." Fu said.
"But it's already evening!" I said.
"My bad, in thirty minutes." he said.
Tikki rolled her eyes. I huffed.
This was so not going to be fun at all.
After half an hour of Tikki lecturing me about safety, not overeating, being nice, allowing the chosen to do as he pleased and staying hidden, we all said our goodbyes.
I gave Tikki a hug and before I could say anything, I felt myself being sucked out of the Kwami world.
Sitting inside the Miraculous when it was not in the miraculous box was NOT fun.
When the jewel is taken away from the box, you can't go into the kwami world, which sucked because unfortunately I have a very curious nature and when I'm awake I love mischief and creeping Tikki out.
To sit alone without my friends was not really fun, especially because I kind of missed Tikki's annoying voice.
In my ring, it was Dark. It wasn't exactly a nice place to be in.
One upside though was that I could clearly hear the outside mortal world.
"Plagg, remember the rules." Fu said to me. I couldn't respond, but I understood.
"Goodbye for now Plagg. Be strong."
Be strong?
What did I have to be strong for?
He made it sound like I was about to experience something awful or torturous.
I sighed and waited for something to happen, and after an hour I felt myself being sucked out of the ring.
"No way…Like the genie in the lamp!" A blond haired boy said.
There it was again, a chosen comparing me to a lame ass genie.
"Big deal! I'm way more personable! Plagg. Nice to meet you. Ooh swinky!"
"No don't touch that!" The blonde said, jumping after me as I flew off. We continued in that manner for a while before he caught me.
"I still don't know what you're doing here."
"Look,I'm a kwami. I grant powers. Yours is the power of destruction of destruction, got it? Good. Now,you got anything to eat? I'm starving!"I say.
His frown deepened.
"My dad's pranking me,right? Wait he couldn't be. He has no sense of humor."
I look at him, in what I think is a serious way.
"Your father must never know I exist! Or anyone for that matter."
The blonde laughed dejectedly.
"It's not like I have anyone who I can talk about you to." He said.
"Alright kid, let's talk about trans-"
"Adriiiiikiiiinnnns!"Someone called from the hallway outside the room.
Fear flashed in his eyes.
"Your name is Adrikins? That's awful."I said distastefully.
"Glad you feel the same way." He says, his emerald eyes look panicked.
"Adrikins open the doorrrrr!"
He jumped up and looked at me with pursed lips and a thoughtful glance.
It made me feel uncomfortable.
He couldn't have been more than 14.A look that…mature…should not have been on him.
"Plagg, you really couldn't have come at a worse time." He said, glancing at the door.
"What, are you doing drugs or something?" His eyes snapped towards me.
"What?NO!"He said, and he paced.
"Adri-honey, open up!"The voice called.
"Just a minute Chloe!" He called back.
"Adri-honey?" I asked with a snort.
"It's one of the worser-ones."He said, picking up the miraculous box.
He looked for a place to hide it.
"Put the ring on kid." I say and he obediently listened.
He eyed me. "Urm Plagg, Fly up to the top of the Trophy Cabinet and hide. You said nobody must know about you or see you right?" He asked.
"Smart kid." I say,and I looked at the large trophy cabinet next to his bed.
He glanced at the door.
Nothing seemed sick or off about him. Maybe Fu miscalculated…
"I'm almost done Chloe!" He calls when a growl was heard from the other side of the door.
"Plagg, tonight some stuff may happen…Just stay up there okay." He says.
"Is someone being naughtyyyy?"I teased, his eye twitched.
He exhaled and slowly walked to his door. He turned the key.
The door flew open.
"Oh Adrikins! What took you so long?" Another blonde said, throwing herself at the teen.
I stuck my tongue out. Their hair color and heights looked almost identical. What, was this incest or something? Fu was right, Adrikins was sick…
"I was just tidying up."
She pushed him aside and walked into his room, taking a seat on his bed.
She started removing her jacket revealing a, well, revealing shirt.
I raised a brow.
She seemed very bold…
"So your dad isn't home. Nathalie and the gorilla either. And most of the butlers are asleep." She said, taking off her shoes.
What was she doing?...
"I need to talk to you Chloe…"he says.
"Then talk." She said, taking the sunglasses on her pale hair off.
He took a deep breath.
"I'm not going to be doing this anymore. I refuse." He said.
This? What was 'this'?
Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Then I'm going to phone your dad and tell him that you were the one who broke the brooch." She said smugly.
"Do it then, I don't care. This is wrong. This is messed up. I can't handle it. You can't make me do this. I refuse to be controlled by you any longer. My dad doesn't even love me, and there's nothing he can do that can make me feel worse than he already does. So tell him. Phone him and tell him. I have nothing left to lose." Adrien said, his eyes were burning.
My curiosity was overflowing at this point.
"Really?Is that what you think Adrien?" She laughed smugly.
Adrien, his name was Adrien.
I shivered. And I don't generally shiver.
"You know, Adrien, rape is not something looked at in a dull light in Paris. In fact, it's actually very much frowned upon."
Adrien stood rigidly.
"And just imagine if the victim was the Mayor's daughter?" She said silkily.
He inhaled sharply. I felt my own eyes widen, confused. Was Adrien a rapist?
"How dare you!"He suddenly shouted.
"After forcing yourself on me, after blackmailing me for two years, after everything, you're going to twist the story and make it like I raped you? YOU molest me! I have never ever wanted to do anything with you! And you keep forcing me! I'm 14 Chloe! We're CHILDREN! Children don't do this!" He shouted, there were tears in his eyes.
Suddenly everything clicked, and I felt my face contort in disgust.I stared at the blonde girl in horror.
She snorted.
"No, we're teenagers-"
"Just barely! What is wrong with you?!" He suddenly asked, his tears spilled.
She smirked.
"Not as much than there is with you. Now you have two choices. You either agree to shut up, strip and obey. Or you could say no, and I will have all of Paris know about your crime. Daddy will have you jailed, or executed perhaps if I wish it, and likewise for your father."
Execution wasn't even legal.
Adriens tears fell unafraid of her mentions of execution but too hurt to speak.
He was seemingly unafraid of her mentions of execution, but more upset about what she was trying to accuse him of.
"The world will hate you, and your father will be disgusted."
Adrien was silent.
"And your mum? Well we know she's just disappeared, not dead, imagine her reaction to finding out that her only son is a perverse pig."
Adrien stared at the ground.
"I bet daddy dearest will be even more disappointed in you."
"Nobody will believe you, because nobody really wants you, Adrien. Didn't you notice that your dad stays away from you as much as possible? Nathalie sighs every time you come near her. Ha! Even your mum didn't want to be anywhere near you! You're good looking, that's all there is. That's all Paris wants. I'm the only one who wants you, but if you refuse me, I will destroy that faint chance that you have with anyone of them seeing you as more than a pawn."
Adrien closed his eyes.
I was horrified.
I mean, just who did this cow think she was?
"I'm giving you 7 seconds."
I looked at Adrien's face. I wanted him to say something, to fight for his rights…But he didn't.
He just looked at the floor as he began to take off his clothes. I looked back and forth between the two.
"I thought so." That whore said.
"No…"I whispered, Adrien glanced at me for the slightest second, his dull eyes startled me.
Saying anything would alert Chloe to my presence…
But doing nothing made me as bad as her.
Adrien nudged his head, begging me to go back inside the trophy… His eyes pleaded, and against my feelings, I flew back to the trophy.
The next twenty minutes were the longest I have ever had to endure. And I know a lot about endurance, I get stuck in a miraculous for hours and hours till the chosen detransforms.
I felt sick. It was so wrong, it was disgusting.
I would have left humanity behind too if I were him.
When Chloe was done she leaned down and forced a kiss on his lips, she left the room, and then everything was quiet.
A broken boy slipped off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, slamming the door.
I flew through his bathroom door after him.
Normally seeing a human naked revolted me, because like…eww.
But looking at the child in the corner made me feel nothing but sympathy.
I didn't even like humans that much, however seeing the sobs that wracked his body…It was frightening.
His body tremor-ed and twitched and his breaths sounded strangled. He was gasping for breath and his tears were not ending. He was holding his knees with one arm and pulling at his hair with the other. His body was covered in sweat and his eyes were open, but unseeing. He started groaning and he held his chest, trying to crawl further back into the dark corner of the bathroom.
He was having an anxiety attack.
"Kid! Kid! Adrien,hey!" I tried to get his attention, he wasn't responding. He just continued to breathe frantically and cry.
He looked around the ceiling, searching for something that I had no clue about. Hot tears shimmered in his eyes as he gritted his teeth.
He suddenly stood up and stumbled to the mirror, his face was contorted, his eyes screwed shut. His hands were spread out on the marble sink as he trembled and his eyes opened to look at his disheveled reflection.
Something flashed in his eyes.
"I hate you." He said to the mirror.
He stepped back a bit.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you, I HATE YOU!" He screamed, grabbing one of the ornamental statues from a shelf on the wall. He threw it with extreme force at the mirror.
The mirror shattered and the white statue smashed to pieces.
…but that wasn't enough for him…
I stared at him with wide eyes as he walked over to the mirror.
He began to punch what was left of the reflective glass, the skin on his shaking hands getting sliced in the process. His blood was beginning to drip down his arms.
He choked out a sob, and let out a pained wail, dropping to the floor, pulling at his blond hair, staining it with scarlet blood.
He began to mutter to himself as he trembled. He gritted his teeth and wrapped his arms around himself as if that would help him pull himself together…
He was silent for the slightest of seconds as his elegant- but cut up - hand scooped up some bits of glass, and he eyed them.
How was I supposed to know what to do? I had cocky kittens. I never had broken ones.
He was a baby, but he was being exploited and harmed, and it was consuming and destroying him.
He popped the glass shards in his mouth.
I had enough. This was…I didn't even know what this was.
With all my strength, I rammed his stomach, forcing him to spit out the glass, hoping that he actually did spit it all out. His mouth was now bleeding, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, mixed with saliva.
I flew in front of his face.
"Adrien!" I suddenly shouted, it had almost been 20 minutes and he hadn't calmed down.
He suddenly looked up at me, as if seeing I was in the bathroom with him for the first time. His red rimmed and puffy eyes haunted me, but I suddenly knew why Fu paired me with Adrien.
He literally and desperately needed the freedom that came with being the black cat because he was trapped in a sphere of beings that had little humanity at all.
I could figure the rest when the time came…But at that moment, Adrien needed something. He needed to get out of the sphere of receiving pain.
Fu said Lucky charm would fix everything didn't he?
I could risk it. Fu said this needed to happen.
As much as I knew that as soon as the suit covered his body he would seek revenge, I knew that it needed to happen.
"How would you like freedom Adrien?" I asked.
He choked on his saliva.
"I can't ha-have any! S-stop taunti-ing me! Y-you all just want t-to use me!" He hiccupped.
"Kid, do I look like I'm anything like her?" I asked loudly as he covered his ears and rocked back and forth.
"What have I d-done? Why m-me? Is th-there a fault in me that th-this happ-pens to me?"
I didn't know how to respond.
"I'm a jok-ke…Go on Plagg!Laugh at me!"He demanded and laughed dementedly.
"I mod-de-del to be there f-for him 'cause mama's gone! I'm trying so hard…so why? Why doesn't he love me? Why doesn't he care? Why doesn't he s-stop her? Why doesn't he want me? Why doesn't he care? Why does nobody care? Nobody will b-believe me. Nob-body hears me! Nobody hears me! Nobody hears me! I want it to end! Make me forget! Let me forget." He suddenly started slamming his head on the wall behind him.
I had to grab his face and close-up on him to get him to stop.
"Adrien, listen to me, that's enough." I said sternly.I hated being the level-headed one, but it seemed that's what was required of me.
He gazed at me brokenly.
I glanced at his shoulders and chest. Ugly red scratch and nail marks marred the tanned skin. I didn't want to even think about what his back looked like.
A few hours in the suit would fix those scratches and bleeding fists,and heal his tummy if he did actually swallow glass.
"I will give you freedom, I promise you."
His eyes bore into mine.
"And I know what's going to happen when you get it…But one day in the future, you will change your mind about becoming what you will in a few days...I understand kid…I won't blame you for anything. But every day try to find yourself, and don't let her get to you."
"I don't understand…"
"When you transform, go out into the streets, run, jump, do what you must. The Baton will help. I will teach you the rest later."
"Wha-wait, Plagg are you even real? I have to be dreaming you up…"
This was necessary.
"Say Plagg, transform me."
"Why must I say Plagg Transform me?"
I felt myself being zapped into the ring.
Everything would work out. Tikki and her chosen would save Adrien. I just needed to keep him from killing himself until such time.
Everything was quiet for a moment.
"Wha-what? Cla-claws?Mask? Plagg?"He called.
I heard him breathe evenly, this was good.
"Plagg, urm…"
He took a deep breath.A sturdying breath.
It wouldn't be long before he literally became the black cat of destruction.
And oh, he became it alright.
After that night, he learned to handle his anxiety, but I knew he was just suppressing it, not curing it, I knew someday the suppressed monster of anxiety and fear would hit him, and then, perhaps even the suit wouldn't be able to help him. He began to use Chat Noir as a persona to combat his pain, and I let him.
I often asked him if he changed his mind.
His answer was always no.
But just the other day, something crazy happened.
We met his soul mate, face to face.
Well, more like face to pan, but you get the picture.
Finally, after four years of waiting, after four years of slowly losing hope, after four years of wondering if she even existed, she finally showed up, and saw right through the façade of his mask and emerald eyes.
All it took was a look.
And already, his fate has begun to change…
***NORMAL POV***
At around 3:00 a.m Chat had fallen asleep on the chaise.
His right arm protectively held his plushies, his left dangled over the edge.
It was now 3:30 and a petite bluenette stared down at the man, a slight frown marring her face.
She crouched before laying on the floor. Chat's finger twitched in his sleep.
Marinette sighed as she saw him hug the dolls.
He was still a pure soul under everything, no matter what the news said.
Her hand found its way into his hair, and again she petted till she fell asleep.
Just a few minutes afterward, Chat's left eye opened as he awoke.
His eye zoned in on the hand in his hair and he blinked a few times.
Eventually, he yawned, and sleepily pulled the hand to his face, unconsciously rubbing his cheek on it.
He held it there all night,and for the first time in a long time, he felt wanted.