Mimi and Mr. L slowly made their way to each of their rooms. That was some serious meddling they just performed, and they weren't sure how they were going to pay the price. Two different emotions were evident in each of them; the one they shared being fear. However, each young adult had another different feeling mingled with the unsettlement.

Mimi, on one hand, felt anxious and afraid thinking of what Dimentio could do to get revenge on her. She knew what Dimentio was capable of. She knew what he knew. Mimi's face was pale with worry. 'He better not tell the Count about how I feel about him! But,' Mimi thought, hanging her head in shame as she silently opened the door, 'I would deserve it.'

Mr. L, on the other hand, was, yes, afraid, but also elated. Dimentio gets Nastasia, and he gets Mimi, simple as that. O'Chunks stays Forever Alone for, well... forever, and Count Bleck gets his long-lost love or something. Everything works out great. Or so he thought.

Mr. L collapsed down onto his bed, and pulled out his journal. He wrote in it, 'I screwed up. This is a mess.' Sighing, he put his journal away and buried himself in his bed. After a while, he fell into a fitful sleep.

A knock on his door jolted him awake. "Come in," he said drowsily. The door burst open to reveal a fuming Dimentio, who stormed in and pinned him to the wall.

"YOU-"

"What is going on in here? Count Bleck wonders, staring disgustedly," Count Bleck asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dimentio erased any hint of anger on his face. "It isn't what it looks like," he said loudly. "Count, why don't you go check in Nastasia?" he asked. "I heard she has a report to work on."

Count Bleck nodded uneasily and left the room. Dimentio, after locking the door, continued his interrogation.

"So, did you do anything else?!" Dimentio demanded. Mr. L shook his head, but a Floro Sprout slipped out if his pocket.

"Hm..." Dimentio mumbled as he lifted up the small plant. He suddenly snapped his fingers and said something...foreign? Mr. L couldn't tell. But suddenly, Mr. L was under the Floro Sprout's control.

Dimentio placed Mr. L's black hat over the plant and whispered something into his ear. Mr. L nodded, much to Dimentio's delight. He ordered Mr. L to go to Mimi's room, and he did.

"Mr. L! What are you doing?!" Mimi shrieked as Mr. L opened the door. Mimi was dressed in her nightclothes. Immediately, she regained her composure. "You're lucky I just finished changing," Mimi hissed. Mr. L did not falter.

"Mimi?" he asked with a serious tone. She nodded, still halfway shielding herself with her hands. "I am in love with you."

Mimi stared at Mr. L in bewilderment. She then burst out laughing, falling on to her bed and gasping for breath. "Oh crap L, that was great! You almost got me there!" She wiped her eyes and stood up to face him, still giggling a bit. "Mr. L, you silly doofus. I know you were kidding."

Mr. L looked at Mimi, looking almost hurt. "Mimi, I was serious."

Mimi's eyes widened and she let out a small 'eep'. "...Oh."

About an hour ago, Mimi discovered that Mr. L would do anything she asked him to do. 'Weird,' she thought. She had been ordering L around for the past hour, and it was getting boring.

Mimi was lounging around in a beach chair. She suddenly snapped her fingers. "Hey, L. You never have your hat off. Come over here." Mr. L stiffly made his way over to Mimi. She pulled his hat off and looked at his hair. It was smooth and brown; a little past the bottom of his head. There was one thing that stood out, though. The bit of green.

"L, what's this?" she asked. Mr. L shrugged and stood stiff as stone. Mimi yanked at it, and it popped right off of his head. At closer inspection, she found that it was a Floro Sprout.

"What the heck?" she yelled, flinging the Sprout away. She wasn't the only shocked one. Mr. L's face looked bewildered, like he had absolutely idea what was going on. Which, in fact, he didn't. He blinked a couple of times and stumbled around.

Mimi held up the Sprout in shock. "L, why did this happen?" she shrilly demanded. Mr. L shrugged with wide eyes, but suddenly remembered something.

"Dimentio! That idiot!" he fumed, slapping his face with his palm. "He did this!"

"L?" Mimi asked. "Do you remember anything you said?"

Mr. L shook his head. "No, I don't. All I remember is walking into your room."

Mimi blushed. "Oh, because you kinda said something to me..." Her voice trailed off, unnerving Mr. L. Had he said something stupid? Bad?

"Mimi? What did I say?" Mr. L asked loudly. He needed to know what made Mimi so embarrassed.

"You said... You said you loved me."

Mr. L's eyes widened in shock. Dimentio had done to him exactly what he had done to Dimentio. Dimentio was a man of revenge, that was true. But, just as Dimentio, that statement had been...true.

"Mimi... That was true. I really do love you." Mr. L leaned in and held Mimi's face in her hands. He leaned in and closed his eyes. Their lips met in an explosion of feeling. It was a short kiss, but it was beautiful.

They parted. "I love you too, L." Mimi threw herself into his arms. Mr. L laughed in joy and picked her up bridal style.

They really were a beautiful couple.

One year later...

"Dimentio, where are you?! The Count needs you to head out and get groceries!" Nastasia screamed. Dimentio sighed and floated lazily into the main hall.

"Nastasia, when does the Count ever even need groceries? I know you just want me to get them." Nastasia rubbed the back of her neck embarrassedly and nodded.

"Just go." Dimentio smirked, pulled his purple and yellow hat on his head, and snapped his fingers.

Mimi and Mr. L strolled into the room, giggling. Mr. L laughed. "Okay, Mimi. I'll be off to my meeting with Bowser." Mr. L had been working as a mechanic ever since he and Mimi started dating. Bowser needed to get his Clown Car fixed, so Mr. L was on the way.

"Okay. Bye, L." Mimi kissed him on the cheek. He walked out of the castle and into his black and green car before driving away.

Mimi and Nastasia sighed. They both had the best boyfriends in the world. The only one that was even close to competing with them was Blumiere...

A/N: Ooh! Love triangle (sort of)... Sorry for taking SOOO long for this. I might write a sequel in the future.

Rose