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Aventure Amoureuse	By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for adults. Miraculous Ladybug and its characters are not mine, and are the property of ZAG-inc. I make no profit from this and all characters are 18+.

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Lamar pulls back onto the road and changes the station to Slow Show by The National. "So did I miss anything cool? I probably did, right?" Lamar asks you eagerly. "Well, you did miss a nuclear explosion and an ice cream truck." you reply relaxing in the passenger seat and listening to the radio. "There was an ice cream truck? Did you bring me back a rocket pop?" Lamar teases. "I didn't think to grab anything. I mainly just needed the banana on the roof of it. I probably should have raided it, I haven't had a Choco Taco in ages." you reply leaning your arm out of the open window. "What about the nuke? Is that what all that green shit was that you leaked in my cab?" he asks raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I got some payback for what that thing did to Chat Noir. I'm a little afraid of going back to the hotel. I'm worried Master Fu is going to have bad news for me." you admit to him. "Try to be optimistic. That Chinese guy looked pretty legit. He probably knows what he's doing." Lamar says in a mellow tone. "I hope so, Lamar... I really hope so." you say as he pulls up to the hotel. "I'll probably see you around." he says as you hand him a bill. "My meter's off, remember? You don't owe me anything." Lamar reminds you as you open the door. "I know it is. That's for all the help and advice you've given me today. You've earned it, my friend." you smile as you shut the door and walk into the hotel lobby. "You look like hell. Why do you smell like bananas and explosives?" Chloe asks you from behind the counter. "It's a long story, Chloe. The ape is gone, the warhead is gone, the hotel is repaired, and I still have to find out whether I'm attending a funeral or not. It's been quite an eventful day." you reply as you enter the elevator.
You hit the button for the penthouse and patiently wait with a horrific sense of dread. "Fuck, I really hope he isn't dead." you think as the elevator ascends. You think of all the time that you and Chat Noir have spent together. Good times and bad. The elevator reaches the top floor and the doors open with a dinging sound. You exit the elevator but stop in front of your door. You hold your keycard in your hand but have trouble finding the nerve to use it. You hated bad news, and Chat's death was bad news you definitely didn't want to hear. You love him. You must know for sure. You slide your card into the reader and the door clicks open. Master Fu is sitting quietly at a table inside the room. He looks directly into your eyes as you cross the threshold. "Sit down. I must speak with you." Master Fu says. Your heart drops into your stomach. Chat Noir was dead. You really didn't want to have this conversation, but you had to. Maybe he wanted your input on funeral arrangements. "What is it, Master Fu?" you ask as you sit down terrified that you already knew his answer. "Chat Noir's injuries we're extremely severe." Fu says quietly. "I know they were. I carried him. I breathed air into his lungs. I protected him. I did everything I could to get him help as fast as I could." you explain to the elderly guardian. "He had a great many injuries. Severed spine, broken ribs, punctured lungs, shattered legs, dislocated arm, fractured skull, broken pelvis, crushed vertebrae in the neck..." Master Fu explains the laundry list of injuries that Chat probably died from. "He had this in his pocket." Fu says as he hands you a photograph. The picture is of someone who looks very similar to yourself smoking a cigarette on a balcony. "I don't remember this picture." you explain to him. "It appears that he took it when you weren't looking." Fu explains. "Is there somewhere you're going with all this?" you ask him beginning to lose your patience. "You love him, don't you?" he asks you.
"Are you trying to hurt me? I'm sure you know that I do. I get it, ok? He loved Ladybug and not me. For fuck's sake, his body isn't even cold yet. Is this normally how you treat the bereaved? Shove their failures in their faces? I'm sorry I wasn't attractive enough, or smart enough, or good enough! I wasn't fast enough in my rescue attempt! I should have taken him to a hospital, but I tried to protect his identity! I fucking trusted you! I had faith in you! And what did it get me? The only person I ever truly loved is dead! And here you sit, mocking me!" you say unable to hold back your pain any longer. You tug at your hair in frustration putting your head against the table and completely breaking down into a sobbing wreck. Master Fu doesn't answer you. Instead you hear him making a sound. Was he crying too? No, he wasn't crying at all, he was laughing. Softly at first, but gradually increasing to a boisterous roar. What kind of a sick fuck was this guy? Who laughs at the death and pain of others? He made your trigger finger itch and rage build within you. You slowly reach for your Striker and pull it out of your duffel bag. In an instant you flip the table over and point the shotgun at his face. Master Fu remains completely calm and serene. "I've had enough of you! The last things you say better be sublimely fucking clever, because they're about to be permanently etched on your fucking tombstone! Do you have anything to say for yourself before I blast your smug ass off the balcony?" you ask him as you grind your teeth with rage. Master Fu looks up at you calmly with a wide peaceful smile.
"I never told you that he was dead." Master Fu says with a confident grin.
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