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Adrien's P.O.V

I woke up in cold sweat. The sky outside was still dark.

I checked my clock. Half past three in the morning.

Had...it been a dream?

If so, then...did Nathaniel really...

I bolted up, uncaring of the time, and texted Nino.

Nino. What happened to Nathaniel?

I laid it down beside me, my heart beating fast as I awaited a response. I stared at the clock, watching the numbers change.

It was almost four when he answered.

It's four in the morning, dude. Seriously?

I know. Sorry. But is Nathaniel okay?

Well...

My heart caught.

What?

The last I heard, he was still okay. He woke up before, and Marinette said she'll still see him tomorrow. It's just the same information I gave you before. Why are you asking again?

I couldn't believe it. The entire next day - going to Master Fu, getting Nino's message of Nathaniel's death...it was...

My phone buzzed.

Marinette told me before that...Nathaniel went into cardiac arrest before. It took the doctors a while to revive him, but he's okay now, she said.

I took a deep breath and exhaled hard. He was okay. He was fine.

Thanks, Nino. I was just worried.

You had a dream, didn't you?

I stared at the screen, re-reading his message over and over.

How did...you know?

I had a dream too. I was in class and Marinette wasn't around.
And then she sent me a text message saying that Nath's heart had flatlined, and that he...

Died?

Yeah.

That's really weird.

It is. Well anyway, I need to sleep. I feel exhausted for some reason. Goodnight, dude.

Goodnight.

I turned off my phone, placing it beside me pillow, and sighed.

So it had all been a dream. That explained the strange feeling I had felt, and the feeling of everything being out of place. I had been dreaming.

But why did Nino have a similar dream?

My phone buzzed again, and I wondered what Nino had to say now. My eyebrows furrowed as I saw the message.

Young man, this is Fu. I apologize for bothering you at such an early hour, but I request your presence tomorrow afternoon. The Law has been proclaimed.

The Law? What law?

The Law of Equivalent Exchange.
In order for something to be gained, something must be given. Something must be lost for another thing to be obtained.
An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.

I swallowed.

A life for a life.

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A/N: (^v^)/
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Marinette's P.O.V

"Master Fu?" I questioned, staring at my phone. The message was odd, and I re-read it just to be sure.

Ladybug, I am Master Fu. I am in desperate need of your miraculous's power. I mean no harm. In fact, I am not in need of your assistance.

"Then who?" Asked Tikki, staring at the message. "Who needs your help?"

I repeated her question in my message.

Who needs my help? And...how on earth do you know this is me?

I simply know, Ladybug. And the one in need of your assistance...is Chat Noir.

My eyes widened, and I looked at Tikki.

"Ch-Chat Noir?" She whispered. "B-but his kwami is...is..."

"Hey, don't think about it," I consoled, petting her. "Don't think about it."

How should I be sure?

The response made me swallow.

You cannot. But I am a man of my word, and I think that you need your partner around. And I can save his kwami. But I need your help.

"We...we should go," Tikki said, and I stared at her.

"Why? We don't even know this guy. For all we know, he could be akumatized," I said.

"Because I know Master Fu, Marinette."

My eyes widened. "What? You do? Who is he?"

"We don't have much time, Marinette! We have to go," she said quickly. "Transform!"

I gulped. "T-Tikki, Spots On!"

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Word Count: 658.

This is a really short chapter, so I made it the first part of two. But I have a real reason this time.

Going back to school made me sick, and I took too much cough syrup and went into a deep sleep. Almost a coma.

Took my mom a long time to wake me up.

So, as I recover and try to balance school, I made this. So the next part should come out during the weekend...

So many text messages. And I hate scenes like that, but I had to get y'all guys reassured that the tomato baby isn't dead.

I don't like tomato soup. Hehe, gettit?

I'll leave now.