He tried

It was frustrating.

How could one person be so, so... optimistic.

How was that possible?

How could someone be so stubbornly not get angry?

Or sad or depressed or any negative emotion really.

But no. Miss. Dupain-Cheng was as optimistic and innocent as ever.

When he told her one of her (excellent) designs was bad she would work it over and create something even more amazing.

When he told her to work extra hours she'd do so almost no questions asked.

When he critiqued every aspect of her being her lateness (that was a little annoying actually), her posture, her clothing or any of her designs she just nodded and the next day came in having fixed the 'problem'.

It was hopeless. He might have just met his match in the girl he couldn't akumatize.

He still had one final ace up his sleeve. She had been a formidable opponent but this was the day she would fall victim to his akuma. This day he would complete his collection.

he pressed a button on his intercom. "Nathalie?"

"Yes sir?"

"Get rid of miss. Dupain-Cheng will you? I wish to not see her here again."

"Yes sir."

With that he stood up and went to his layer transforming on the hidden elevator as it descended into the dark room.

He waited.

And waited.

Then he felt it. A feeling of utter sadness, frustration and worry.

He smiled wickedly. "A designer who has only been criticised, humiliated and made fun of. What excellent prey for my little akuma"

"Fly my little akuma and evilize her"

His butterflies were fast. Like very fast.

Mere seconds later the connection to his victim was created and his voice echoed through his layer.

"Seam-stress. I am Hawkm-"

"NO!"

Hawkmoth blinked in confusion. Once. Twice. Then..

"What?"

"I will not become one of your akuma's."

"But- but great power."

"No."

"Your innermost dreams."

"No"

"Revenge?"

"No."

"Oh come on!" He finally lost it, shouting through the connection." I spend all my time criticising you, humiliating you, making fun of your designs and you won't even let me akumatize you? What kind of person are you?"

"Mr. Agreste?"

Oh. Oh no.

He'd done it now. This was bad, but maybe he could still safe himself.

"Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth?"

Quickly he replied "Err- I'm not Hawkmoth." Oh wow. 'Well done' a sarcastic voice in the back of his head told him.

"I can't believe this." He could literally feel the anger coming through their connection. He winced. This was bad.

"You humiliated me."

"Yes, that I..."

"You made fun of me."

"Sorr-"

"You fired me."

"I might have gone too far.

"Too far?! TOO FAR?!"

he was so dead. He knew that much.

"Oh wait till I'm over there. You are in so much trouble. And now get that akuma out of my earring."

He did as ordered before he jumped up to his office detransforming on the way, He hurried to his desk and activated his intercom.

"Nathalie!" He shouted not waiting for an answer he continued. "Delete all schedules, call the airport, tell them to have my plane ready. Hire security to protect us until we're on a plane to the North pole or... Mars. NOW!"

Nathalie's slightly panicked reply came through the intercom. "Is it safe to assume you did not akumatise miss. Marinette?"

"Yes. Now hurry up. She's on her way!"

They made it to the airport.

But Ladybug got there first.

A/N: And here I present to you my newest piece of nonsense and trash.

I might not be able to upload during the next couple of weeks (not that anyone would miss me).

So sorry for a nice day

-cedalodon