(A/N: I am so overwhelmed at the response to Dark Ladybug that I have decided to create a three-chapter sequel answering the question: what happens if Adrien decides to tell Marinette the truth? If you haven't read Dark Ladybug, I'd again highly recommend doing so.)

Adrien's P.O.V

The whole 'Dark Ladybug' incident was all over the news. Usually, when Ladybug and I fight other villains, I'm happy to let her get all the attention, since I get enough eyes on me as Adrien. You know, being a teen model isn't so easy. But since I was the one fighting a corrupted Ladybug, the attention was kind of unavoidable. Thankfully, it's dying down.

I'll be honest- I've been acting pretty weird since the whole 'Dark Ladybug' incident. It's not intentional, but everyone's noticed how I seem to be 'somewhere else,' as the whispers have put it. And they do put it well.

Everyone's noticed- but my dad. Then again, I don't think he'd notice if I dyed my hair electric blue and became the lead singer of a punk band. That's how little he notices what I do (and cares).

My stomach growls. "Guess I'm hungry," I say, looking over at Plagg. "You want anything from the fridge?"

His expression is unreadable- that is, if he even has one. I can never really tell what the expression on his face is. "What do you think? I'm always up for a midnight snack."

"Camembert it is." I haul myself off the bed and head downstairs. My footsteps echo in the empty hallways.

The 'fridge' is actually a large walk-in unit. Why my dad has it, I don't know. It's the two of us and a few employees, including Natalie. The only reason I can come up with is that he wants to show off his money, yet again.

I grab some chips for me and some camembert for Plagg before making my way back upstairs. Officially, there's a 'no food upstairs' rule, but I doubt my dad will be staring at the security cameras right now. I rebel in the small ways I can.

Plagg sniffs the cheese when I hand it out to him. "Smells delicious!" he crows, and takes a big chunk out of it. Crumbs sprinkle my bedspread.

"Aw, man! I just cleaned that," I exclaim, and start wiping off my bed.

"Sorry," Plagg says, not sounding very sorry. More crumbs cover my bed.

I sit down in a chair. "What should I do?"

"With the crumbs? Wipe them off. Duh."

I shake my head at him. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Sorry, I don't. I'm always thinking about cheese."

"I'm talking about the whole Marinette-is-Ladybug issue. Should I tell her? I have to, don't I?"

Plagg rolls his eyes. "Why are you asking me about this, again?"

"Because I have no clue what to do- that's why!" I throw my hands up.

"It seems to me that you kind of know what to do. 'Should I tell her? I have to, don't I?' Give her a note or something."

I think for a second. I could use my ring to send a communiqué, couldn't I? We've done it before. Plus, that would work a lot better than leaving her a note, if you think about it.

"So, are you going to do the right thing?" Plagg asks. A note of disinterest colors his tone, but I know he wants to see how this plays out.

I nod, inhaling deeply. "She trusts me. I can't know her secret and not do anything about it. I'd never want to ruin that trust."

"Fabulous," Plagg comments. "Now, could you do something about it instead of whining to me about it? I have cheese to eat."