Ok. I plan to continue this, but I might not be able to do it right away. So please be patient. Thanks!
Mr. L expressed a mmm sound as he stretched his back out a bit. The minions of castle Bleck were at the table right now, and things remained rather quiet. A little too quiet. But the mechanic was too tired to really take an interest in the problem. If it was a problem.
L rested his head on the table, raising his hand as Nastasia called his name. The secretary nodded and looked back down a her clip board.
" 'k, um, Dimentio? "
... no answer. Everyone began looking around. There was no sign of the purple and yellow jester. That was never a good sign.
" So, um, 'k, Mr. L, could you go check on Dimentio? "
Mr. L grumbled in annoyance, but didn't dare to speak it because the count was right there. Slowly, he pushed his chair out and got up, heading towards Dimentio's room. Hopefully there wasn't anything wrong. While he might not show it, he was truly worried about the other minion. The jester was always the first one up, so it was always troubling when he was even a few minutes late. The mechanic sighed, climbing the stairs. It was amazing how much the magician had grown on him. When they first met, the two could hardly stand each other. But now L was fretting over his well fare. That was proof that their friendship had grown. Mr. L tried to shake it off as he was now in front of the others door. He sighed again and gently knocked on the door. When Dimentio didn't answer, Mr. L gave up and just walked in.
Immediately the mechanic knew something was wrong. It was hard to describe, but the whole room itself felt off. It was a bit humid, as if the jester had been sweating a lot, and just seemed to lack it's natural, or rather UN natural cheer. And to top it all off, Dimentio was still in bed, laying on his side, facing away from Mr. L. The minion tried not to make any form of noise of surprise at the scene, and walked over to the magicians bed. The question was not if he was going to wake him, but rather did he want to wake him. Slowly, and a bit sadly, Mr. L took hold of the jesters upper left arm and gently, well, as gently as he could, shook him awake. Dimentio moaned and rolled over to look at the other minion. If it weren't for that darn mask he always insisted on wearing, he'd have seen that his eyes were glazed over much easier. Before L could say anything, the jester made a short grunt as he attempted to sit up. Once there, he looked at Mr. L with a halfhearted smile.
" I'm guessing I missed role call, huh? "
His voice lacked his usual cheeriness. It was scratchy and hoarse and just made him sound under the weather. How he was even able to make a joke at a time like this was far beyond his understand meant. Mr. L's heart fell at the poor state of his fellow minion.
" Uh, Dim? Are you feeling ok? "
Dimentio opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a harsh cough. Mr. L flinched at the sound, patting the other on the back as a reflex.
" I-I'm fine. "
The jester forced himself out of bed and tried to head to the door, only to land flat on his face, his rear end comically in the air. Mr. L felt bad for it, but he couldn't help but snicker a bit at the funny scene. He quickly helped the teen up. Dimentio smiled weakly.
" Th-thanks. "
" Dude, if your sick you should stay in bed. "
The jester pulled away from the green thunder and frowned.
" I-I'm fine. "
Before L could say another word, Dimentio had already booked it down stairs.
~Downstairs~
Nastasia, Count Bleck, and pretty much everyone else looked at the teen in deep surprise and concern. Just like Mr. L, they'd figured out the problem rather quickly.
" Sorry I'm late my count. "
Count Bleck flinched at the sound of the minions croaked voice
" Are you sick, asked Count Bleck? "
Dimentio shook his head, wincing as he did.
" N-no sir. I'm perfectly f-fine. "
He unknowingly shuddered as he finished his sentence. Mr. L, who had finally gotten back into the kitchen, frowned. He hated watching Dimentio torture himself like this. Why was he doing it anyway? Mimi skipped over, and stood on her toes to feel his forehead.
" Aww, you have a fever Dimmy. "
She whined rather softly. The shapeshifter then turned to the count and frowned.
" Maybe he should take the day off. "
" Good idea, agreed Count Bleck. "
The count agreed. This only seemed to upset the jester though.
" B-but I was supposed to fight the he- "
The poor teen ended up having a coughing fit before he could finish his sentence. Mr. L's eyes widened; so that's why Dimentio had refused to stay in bed. It was his turn to fight the heroes. The jester had been looking forward to having his "playtime", as he called it, with the heroes all week.
" I can do it. "
Dimentio forced out. Thank grambi his coughing fit subsided.
" I'm fine. "
" No your not! "
L didn't want to yell at the poor guy, he was miserable enough as it was. But he had to get through to him. Working while he was sick was unhealthy, and would only make him feel worse in the long run. He had to get him back in bed. He slowly approached the other, not noticing the pained expression on his masked features. Oh the fact that one hand clutched his stomach rather tightly.
" Dim, you need to rest. You need to get better. "
L tried to explain further, but Dimentio's eyes squeezed shut, a low groan escaping his lips. This finally caught the green thunders attention.
" Dimentio? "
Immediately the jester placed a hand over his mouth and took off running for the bathroom, leaving everyone there in shock.
" ... Mr. L. "
The mechanic quickly spun around to face the count.
" Dimentio is to be watched frequently. It's clear he won't be able to take care of himself in a few minutes. I want you to look after his, commanded Count Bleck. "
Mr. L nodded in response.
" Yes sir. "
He then turned around and began going after the sick magician.
Ok guys. I hope you liked chapter one. If you have any suggestions, please leave a comment. I won't guarantee I'll do it, but it would still be cool. Thanks!
P.S. poor sick Dimmy... :(