Kwami of Change

Lost until Mr. Agreste found the brooch. From there, the story was rather obvious. 

“One day, things will change. I am willing to wait.” That response was said with a smile. “Nothing will stay the same forever, whether it be good or bad.”

He pretty much froze when she asked about his master, with the way she spoke about Adrien, she’d surely think highly of Mr. Agreste. Besides, Nooroo didn’t want him to be arrested for his crimes. He couldn’t allow that. 

"My master and I, it would be a lie to call us friends. I have tried, more than I care to count... He simply doesn’t appreciate it. I am merely a means to an end to him, not a friend or companion. Though, I am scared about the path he’s on...” Nooroo instantly went quiet when he realized he was saying too much and was rambling. 

When they came near places where cameras were keeping watch, Nooroo hid next to Marinette. His voice quietly directing her before he flew out again when they were in the clear. While other people wouldn’t know what to make out of a purple speck on the video, Mr. Agreste would. 

Nooroo flew infront of her, but he didn’t exactly fly straight. There were a few loops that were done as he led the way. It was clear how much the kwami enjoyed to be out of that room. Although the dark didn’t bother him, Nooroo disliked it. Darkness reminded him what it was like to be rejected and locked away in the Miraculous. 

“No, my master... He doesn’t like it if he doesn’t know where I am.” The kwami did pause for a few moments. Honestly, he was starting to suspect ulterior motives to inviting Marinette for the internship. Mr. Agreste, he may be offering her a chance to join the fashion industry but he could end up saying something to make her the perfect akuma victim (That is if she didn’t have a Miraculous, he reminded himself).

He wasn’t above that, Nooroo knew that much.

Fate, fate is something that many say you can’t control. Yet, fate is a series of events that you lead yourself on with the many choices of others and your. Is it really out of your control though?

He wished he had an answer to that. Then again, he did believe in such things.

Whether it be fate, destiny, luck, or simply just chance, it was a meeting that could easily have a strong effect on the future. The Butterfly Effect. It was the single butterfly that should’ve mean nothing but could mean everything. That’s what this meeting was.

Paris was enjoying a full week without some sort of havoc. No akumatized victims and no major negative events. Even less minor negative events for the people could be proved by the lack of akumas recently. But, many thought that Hawkmoth was planning something big, maybe he was, only he knew during his time of hiatus. 

Yet, Nooroo was nervous. Very nervous. The kwami has been able to help his master transform for days now, but his master hasn’t done anything. It unnerved him that he didn’t know what his master was planning. 

Before his master left his office, claiming that he needed to get something, Nooroo was instructed to search for highly negative emotional signature and to find him when it has been found.  The kwami could only assume he was going to go make a phone call that was going to ruin someone’s life. It was going so well before then.

It was an order, and Nooroo had no choice but to mentally search the city for high amounts of negative emotions, so far, nothing had come up quite yet. While his attention was somewhere else, Gabriel’s Agreste’s possible new intern was told to take a seat in the office and to wait for Mr. Agreste’s return from his Business call. 

It didn’t take long before Nooroo was able to feel the rage, the anger, the need to take revenge coming from a young man. That was his queue to go and find his master so he could transform (And ignore Nooroo’s pleas to not do this).

Yet, the kwami fazed through one of the drawers of the desk, only to be met by a young female’s stare. “Oops.” Those were the simple words that left the kwami’s mouth before he phased back into the desk.