Bringing Out The Bad Side

A/N; It's a sad day, the last ever chapter of BOTBS is here. This is snippets of a person's life like 5 years later. I'm just gonna leave the rambling for the end. All minor characters snippets are first. *sniffles* ONWARDS!

-Rose & Juleka-

Rose looked at herself in the mirror, she'd grown so much in the past five years. She had a pink tank top and white jeans on. Behind her, she could see her bed, her wife Juleka sleeping peacefully inside it. The walls of their bedroom were painted sky blue, the carpet was a fluffy pink. She smiled brightly, she was so glad she'd confessed her love for her best friend during college.

If she didn't, Rose would have missed out on the beautiful life she had today. You see, she married Juleka shortly after they graduated from college, and, a year later adopted a beautiful red-haired blue eyed girl named Bella.

Juleka yawned and stretched. She got out of bed, and stood behind Rose, putting a hand on her shoulder, looking at her purple-and-black checked pyjamas.

"I love you." Rose whispered, turning around to face Juleka.

"I love you too."

The pink door to their room burst open. They whirled around, eyes wide, to see their daughter standing in the doorway, covered head-to-toe in pink sparkles.

"The glitter exploded." Bella explained, scratching the back of her head sheepishly.

-Nathaneal-

At the end of high school, Nathaneal went to America to study art at a prestigious college. While, he had no luck finding love so far, he found himself a well-paying job as a professional Artist.

He caught the morning train, avoiding the stares of the other tube passengers as he brought a huge canvas into the carriage.

The voice that announced the stations boomed out something that anyone who wasn't familiar with the way that specific person talked would have trouble deciphering, but Nathaneal was so used to it, he didn't even blink, he immediately recognised it was his stop. Over time, he had become stronger, and he easily lifted the large canvas, and hauled it to the art museum.

The hallway covered in paintings seemed to drag on forever as he took the painting to his personal art room. He opened the door, and looked confusedly at the woman standing in the centre of it.

She had long brunette hair with a fringe and bright green eyes. She had a floor length black and orange striped dress on, and he couldn't help but feel he'd seen her somewhere before.

"Excuse me, are you lost?" He asked quietly from behind the canvas.

"Oh, no. I wanted to see you work, I'm a big fan." She told him softly.

"May I ask your name?" He questioned, staring into her green eyes.

"Lila, Lila Rossi." She answered, running her hand through her hair. That's where he knew her from! She went to his high school, and he didn't have a chance to talk to her before she left. Lila, she had become very beautiful, and, if she was lying, wasn't telling such outlandish lies anymore. With his artwork on display all over America, he did have a small fanbase. Nathaneal just didn't know his fanbase could look so good in a black-and-orange striped dress.

-Chloe-

Two years after her graduation, Chloe's father resigned from being mayor when a political enemy found evidence of him using taxes to fund his daughter's shopping sprees instead of using them to pay for the new children's hospital. They left the country to go to America, just as Nathaneal did, with all the money they could find. This, may I add, was quite a large amount of money.

They moved to New York, and started the successful casino chain 'Double Slot.'

She wore a short yellow spaghetti strap dress, and had her hair in its signature ponytail, as she wandered the streets with her boyfriend Dean. He had a black tuxedo on, black hair and sparkling red eyes. His mother was a very famous actress, one of Hollywood's finest before she died last year.

"Oh, Dean look at that one!" Chloe pointed to the shop of designer clothes to her right. They had just been on a date, and Dean (Not-so-intelligently) decided to take her window shopping.

He turned to her, and wrapped his hands around her waist. "I doubt any of those clothes could truly capture your beauty." He whispered, and she blushed.

"You're so right." Chloe breathed. Everything was perfect, almost. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a homeless man shivering against the cold. "Look over there." She whispered.

Dean laughed. "Where'd you get your clothes, the bin?" He yelled across the street.

"Right next to his life, dear." Chloe sneered.

"I love you." Dean whispered, hugging her.

"I love me too."

-Sabrina & Max-

Sabrina had been a wreck when Chloe left, with no one to boss her around, she had no porpoise. Luckily, she and Max were in most of the same classes, and the two studied meteorology together. He was her emotional rock, someone to turn to when things got rough.

Over the years they grew closer, refusing to acknowledge their feelings for each other, until one day, they just, couldn't take it anymore.

In between sets on the news, they spent their time together. Max looked at her, watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, and put his hand on hers.

"Sabrina – I need to tell you something." She smiled at him.

"I need to tell you something too." She was hoping, whatever it was he said, wouldn't be he found a girl, or had a girlfriend, or was giving his affection to anyone other than her.

He felt his palms grow sweaty, what if she found someone else? What if she rejected him?

"I – I love you." He blurted out, not even registering his own internal screaming. Once he realised what he said, he waved his hands around, looking anywhere but her.

"I – I love you too." She whispered, smiling.

"Will you, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, hugging her when she nodded.

-Mylene & Ivan-

Ivan opened the door to his house, tackling his girlfriend with a hug when she ran down the stairs. Ivan became a builder, using his strength to his advantage in his job. Mylene, she started acting, and had various minor roles in films in the past.

"I missed you." She murmured into his chest. He lifted her up into the air, and she yelped in surprise.

"I missed you too. It was so boring, not seeing you all day." She put her small hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

"Put me down, silly." She giggled.

"Where's the fun in that?" Ivan pouted, twirling her around, so she could see her surroundings go past at a fast pace.

The door was opposite to the stairs, and each side of the stairs had a doorway, the one on the left leading to the kitchen, and the one on the right leading to the living room and dining room.

BEEP BEEP!

"What?" Ivan asked under his breath.

"Uh-Oh. That's the chicken!" His girlfriend exclaimed, wide-eyed. He put her down, and chuckled as she ran off to save their dinner.

"It's okay!" Mylene yelled from the kitchen.

-Alix & Kim-

The pink haired girl swept elegantly over the ice-rink. Kim groaned, holding onto the glass-railing around it, trying desperately not to fall over.

"Why'd she have to pick ice skating?" He murmured, leaning further over the edge. Alix moved fluently towards him, gliding smoothly over the ice.

"What's the matter? Hercules is afraid of a tiny bit of ice?" She teased, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"There is no way you're getting me to skate on that." He looked sourly at the ice.

"Oh come on. I thought this would be nice for us to do together."

"You thought wrong, that frozen water is evil. I know it." He huffed.

Alix looked sadly at the ice. She just wanted to spend some time with her fiancée a few days before the wedding, relive some of the stress. Only close friends had been invited, like Rose, Juleka, their daughter, Marinette and the like.

"Fine. I'll try, but I'm warning you, it won't be pretty." He folded his arms over his chest.

Her face lit up, and she skated to the centre of the rink. "Come on!" She beckoned, twirling around.

Kim fell over a grand total of fifty-seven times. In the first three minutes, and was still nowhere near the centre of the rink. Alix giggled and skated over to help him up.

"I had no idea a human could be this bad at ice skating." The bright-blue eyed girl exclaimed, smiling at him.

"I'm just showing the people how not to ice skate." Taking her outstretched hand, Kim hugged her and planted a kiss on her nose.

"Yeah right."

-Alya and Nino-

Alya had become a part-time reporter, while Nino had become a DJ at a popular night club.

Alya woke up, and groggily turned towards her nightstand. She smiled at the photo, the one they took at her and Nino's wedding, which was only two years earlier.

It was her and Nino in the centre, Marinette and Adrien either side of the happy couple, smiling.

"What's the matter Alya?" Nino yawned, rolling over to face her.

"Oh, nothing." She answered, waving his concern off. She looked to the photo next to the one she was staring at, and her smile widened even more.

It was a picture of their son, Leo, a few days after he was born. Leo had brown hair,and brown eyes that almost looked golden. He was a cute little thing, gentle, sweet, and kind. He was also curious as hell and had a knack for getting himself in the strangest situations.

For example, one time they found him duck taped to a lamp-post outside their house, and no one had any clue how he got like that.

She stretched, and got up, deciding not to spend the entire morning reminiscing about the past. She got out of bed, and pushed open the door half-heartedly.

Leo dashed down the hallway, action figure in hand. "I am superman, look Mum!" He yelled, giving her a toothy grin.

"Uh huh. Sure you are honey." She yawned, wiping her eyes.

"Watch me go!" He ran down the stairs so quickly, all you could see was a blur.

"That's nice." She replied tiredly. If she'd been fully awake, she would've been telling him not to run down the stairs. But, she wasn't. That was the problem with being a reporter; she got exhausted from the amount of times she got called out to do a report on something she really couldn't care less about.

Due to her tired state, she made a range of mistakes that morning, from putting sugar on Leo's cereal instead of milk, to turning the volume up on the T.V when she was meant to turn over the channel.

Nino put his arm around her. "They work you too hard." He whispered, holding her closely.

"What do you mean, I'm perfectly *yawn* fine."

"How about you take the day off? We can spend some time together as a family, watch a film or go to the park or something like that." The DJ suggested, looking at his son.

"That's a great idea. Can we go see Superman two?" Leo practically bounced through the ceiling with excitement.

"Actually, yeah. I will take the day off." Alya nodded, running a hand through her hair.

In the end, they went to see Superman Two, which, according to Leo was 'the best film ever.' Alya had no clue, since she had fallen asleep half-way through it. Afterwards, they went out to dinner at a five-star restaurant.

It's been nice spending some time together as a family." Alya admitted, carrying a very tired Leo.

Nino put his arm over her shoulders. "Yeah, it really has."

-Adrien & Marinette-

A few months ago, they moved into the Agreste manor together, Adrien could have sworn he felt it get warmer when she stepped through the doors. Tonight was the night. He was finally going to ask the question he'd wanted to ask for ages. He was wearing a black muscle t-shirt and some dark blue jeans, in the left pocket was the small black box.

Marinette strode down the stairs, wearing a red dress that came to just above the knee, that had black lace lining the neck and hem. "Well, my lady, shall we go?" He asked, offering her his arm, which she took.

"Of course, Chaton." She giggled. He lead her out to the limo that was waiting at the front of the house for them. He watched the night sky roll by as they made their way to the Eiffel tower. The limo came to a halt, and Adrien guided Marinette out it and towards the evaluator.

"Why are we-" Her question was cut off abruptly.

"Shush, it's a surprise." He whispered, tapping his foot as the elevator rose higher and higher. The elevator doors opened slowly at the balcony around the top of the tower.

She leaned over the edge, taking in the stunning view below them. The night sky provided the perfect background for the lights of the city. It looked like lanterns being released into the air. It was beautiful, a stunning sight that most Parisians would take for granted, because of the normalcy of it all to them.

But Marinette, she truly appreciated the views of the city, she understood that other places in the world were not as perfect as the one she grew up in, whereas most others did not. They were too used to it; they didn't know that places could be less than stunning.

Adrien watched her fondly; the simplest of things could make her so happy. Unlike Chloe, who, if she was in this situation, which thank god she wasn't, would probably moaned about the height and the cold.

The former model smiled. He was so lucky to have her, a kind-hearted, understanding, brave lady like her. Thinking of that just made him even more nervous, he wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted her to say yes.

He pulled the small black box out of his jean pocket, sensing she was about to turn around. And she did.

She whirled around to find her boyfriend on one knee, a black box with in hand. Marinette gasped, and clamped her hand over her mouth.

The opened it, revealing a ring with a very large diamond on it, small shards of sapphires embedded in the god band, sitting on a red velvet cushion.

"Princess, will you mew-ry me?" He asked, grinning.

She ran over to him, and hugged him. "Oh my god of course!" She exclaimed. Adrien slid the ring onto her left hand.

"Wait. Did you make a cat pun?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"No, purr-incess." He shook his head.

"You know, it's a very high tower. Would be easy to just push someone off here." She told him casually.

"Me-ouch!" HE smiled cheekily at her.

"One more cat pun, I swear!" Marinette said exasperatedly.

"Okay, okay. I'm stopping now." Adrien waved his hands about frantically.

She giggled, and wrapped her hands around his neck. Adrien couldn't stop himself, not that he wanted to, he kissed her.

-Tikki & Plagg-

For the time being, the miraculous were no longer needed. Since Gabriel could no longer akumatise people, and the moth broach was kept with Master Fu. Marinette and Adrien were allowed to keep their kwami's until the need for them rose again. The kwami's generally stayed in the kitchen, so they could recharge whenever needed.

They had given up being Chat Noir and Ladybug mid-way through college, announcing publicly they would remain hidden. The only people who knew their identities were the president and the new mayor of Paris. They were given high honours for their efforts to stop the akuma.

"Tikki!" Plagg wailed, floating around the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"We've run out of camembert!" He moaned, and pouted at the ladybug kwami.

"You eat way more than you're supposed to. You only need one piece a day, not one truckload a day!"

"You can never eat enough cheese!" Plagg retorted, folding his tiny arms.

"Yes, you can. If you weren't physically impossible for us, you would be morbidly obese." Tikki stated sourly.

The black kwami huffed. "Your face would be morbidly obese." He muttered.

"Plagg, was that an attempt at a comeback?" She giggled.

"What do you mean attempt? You totally got, as all the humans say, roasted."

"This bug is still as cool as ice."

-Gabriel Agreste-

When the media had got word of his leave from France, they presumed it was a mere business trip, but when he didn't return after a few months, they got suspicious.

Several magazines had done articles on how Adrien may have done something to drive his parents away, but there was no evidence of this.

Gabriel had long since gotten over his son being Chat Noir. All of his staff, and a few business partners knew Adrien was simply an accessory. An item to make him look good in the eyes of the public, an act. He even had Adrien fooled.

Now, he was living a comfortable life in Australia, far away from the miraculous wielders.

"Master, I have brought your lemonade with ice." A butler told him, bowing.

"Very well, you may go now." He took the drink from the silver tray.

Up against the far wall of the room was a picture, the one of his family before the dark times started, and they got separated.

Gabriel's hand was on his wife's shoulder, and he was smiling down at Adrien. His wife beamed at the camera, it was a perfect family photograph.

He shook his head, those times were not to be looked upon, ever again. What to do with the butterflies, what to do with them?

-The End-

A/N; I couldn't stop myself! I did a Gabriel snippet. This is the final chapter, ever. I really hope you enjoyed it, you've been wonderful! I may *hint hint* be starting something new soon, so look out for that. PLEASE REVIEW! I would really appreciate it if I got some reviews, this chapter is three times as long as I normally make them. Also, for the Rose x Juleka part, Same-sex marriage has been legal in France since 18th May 2013.

Note to beta:

Oh my gosh. The final chapter took me days to write, like forever. Ugh, coffee is disgusting, tea is great. I love tea. It's beautiful, so very beautiful. OVER THREE THOUSAND WORDS! Longest chapter I've ever written. Thank youu for being a fabulous beta!

So, for the final time,

LT AWAY!