"So Mentios, where are you from?"
Luigi asked, leaning against Mentios's shoulder as they stared at the moon together.
"Ahahahaha, aren't you curious?"
Mentios smiled.
"Honestly, I lived in many places as a child. The locations kept a secret even from me."
Luigi's eyes widened.
"Were you from the witness protection program?"
"Hmm...and that would be?"
Mentios trailed off, keeping Luigi firmly wrapped around his waist as a rough wind blew through the night.
"Well, they're a group of people who hide witnesses of crimes all over the world."
Luigi shivered, feeling chilled from floating several thousand feet above his home. Mentios noticed this, moving one of his hands to snap his fingers. Upon doing this, a purple blanket materialized around Luigi's body. Keeping Luigi secure, he tied the blanket around his neck, to which he was rewarded the low moan of a 'thank-you.'
Mentios then put a finger to his chin, considering how best to respond.
"Hmm, I suppose you could call it that."
Mentios closed his eyes. A solemn look on his face.
Luigi put a hand on Mentio's cheek.
"I'm not prying too much am I?"
Mentios signed, swatting Luigi's hand away.
"No... well perhaps. I prefer not to remember. The day of "Lehet ssmaeassm seiduciicudssei" was how my place in this world came to be.
Luigi blinked a few times.
"Ahh, apologies. I have forgotten you do not know my native tongue. Do not worry yourself with the meaning. It's nothing to be concerned about.
Luigi gave a nod resting his head on Mentios shoulder as they floated in the night.
"Now enough about me. Tell me about yourself, . It's clear you are indeed the man in green but what lies below that facade? Letters can only show so much of a view into the soul."
Luigi put a finger to his chin.
"Well, there is...one thing but Mario warned me that telling people about my...problem might be dangerous...mostly to myself."
Dimentio's eyes rose slightly.
"Mmm, he is a caring brother I suppose but do not fear. I would never lay a hand on you, my dear. Like a nurse, I'll heal what's ailing you."
Luigi signed, pausing a moment to get his words together.
"Damn it, They were supposed to be here over an hour ago!"
Mario swore again under his breath as he and Peach danced under the lights of the ballroom.
"You worry too much."
Peach laughed giving Mario a twirl.
"Perhaps his date made better plans for him then you did."
Mario followed Peach's lead, clumisly trying to navigate the dance floor without stepping on her feet.
"Better plans? What could be better than my plans?
Mario cursed himself as the sole of his flat's managed to make contact with Princess Peach's heel's. Peach only grinned at him, not too concerned with Mario's lack of gracefulness.
"Well the woods at this time of night are beautiful, maybe they wanted to spend some time alone."
Mario muttered a soft apology after moving his foot off Peach.
"I suppose… I just… his last ex became a killer and he still blames himself. I don't want him to get hurt again."
Peach gave a nod as the song ended, and the dancing toads started to move towards the dining hall.
"Sometimes we need to learn to let go. Luigi isn't a child Mario. He may be broken but he's still a man and we should treat him like one."
Mario sighed, turning his head away from Princess Peach just to see two toads making out in a corner.
"There isn't a chance we can stage another kidnapping is there?"
Mario asked the open air. Not bothering to look back at her.
"Mentios, my bro says, how I feel love is...chaos. Unconditional forgiveness to the point of insanity. Self-blame and guilt that drowns me when everything goes wrong. Hell I lose touch with reality some days because I still see my ex wandering through the mushroom kingdom in that black ski mask with those webbed feet of his and I just…"
Mr. Green trailed off, tears forming in his eyes that temporarily suppressed his future words. In the brief silence Dimentio wondered what in the name of Jaydes did he do to cause this man's chaotic rambling. It had gone on for hours and the sun was about to rise! He only listened as long as he did because he needed to find the heart of where his chaos lied. Anyone else would have a knife stuffed down their throat. Now was it the information he needed to find? Yes! But all had to do was state his problems in a calm cohesive matter, not have a psychotic breakdown that was worthy of the insane asylum!
"He became a serial killer two years ago Mentios. I knew it was him the day the news showed him running through the kingdom carrying the heads of two dismembered toads. No one knew who he was but I did and said nothing. I said nothing because...I didn't want it to be real. I didn't want those words he had said to me so many years ago to be true. That becoming a killer would be his destiny. I told myself every day it wasn't him. By the time my brother figured out it was him it was too late. He was long gone Mentios. Off to kill again and again and it's my faul-"
" !"
Dimentio snapped, feeling this man's 10-hour monologue was as terrible as a stupid dramatic moment in a reality tv show.
Mr. Green looked up at Dimentio trying to hold back tears. Dimentio took a deep breath, putting himself back in character as the unconditional lover he was supposed to be.
"It's over now,"
"Oh hell yes this was over."
He thought. After they had sex, he had no plans of speaking to him ever again.
"You don't have to hold on to the past. I forgive you now forgive yourself before you have to make me kiss away all your tears."
While Count Bleck refused to know the methods of the seduction requested of him, he did leave several romantic movies for Dimentio to study. Despite his general distaste of romance, Dimentio was relieved to find these sappy lines did wonders for not just this mission but also his manipulation skills. Perhaps the next time he finds someone attractive, he could spew some stupid line of being soul mates or some other bullshit to get laid.
Dimentio leaned forward giving a kiss to 's cheek.
Luigi forced his lips upwards.
"I wish it was that easy but I don't think that even in this lifetime... I'll ever be able to let the past go."
Dimentio struggled not to burst into laughter. Was Mr. Green's whole damn life a tragic romance movie that had no end? He was waiting for Count Bleck to warp out of nowhere laughing blehehehe you've been pranked bleh… but no the joke kept going. This joke of a man confiding his deepest secrets like they had been lovers for a millennium. Oh this was comical. Dear Mr. Green. He had a lot to learn about how this cruel world worked.
Putting a hand on his shoulder he gave Mr. Green the saddest smile he could.
"You will Mr. Green, you will someday. Now- "
Dimentio paused putting a hand on his chin while he pretended to think.
"I believe I made a promise to you. One I must oblige."
Betraying the last fiber of morality held from his birth. He honored his mother's end by ensuring his word was kept. Bracing himself,
Dimentio slowly removed his mask. Waiting for Mr. Green to recoil. Readying himself to hear a scream so strong the sound waves reached the sun.
"Mentios…"
Dimentio grimaced, preparing to hear how hideous he was. Wow his face didn't even look like-. Ah, it didn't matter, he had what he needed. Whatever bone-chilling insults that left 's mouth wouldn't matter now.
"You have the face of an angel, a beautiful fucking beautiful angel."
Dimentio stilled for a moment, taking in the man in green's words before snapping his fingers. Mr. Green's eyes slid close and he collapsed in Dimentio's arm's. For a second he watched Mr. Green's soft breaths as he slept under the spells enchantment. The look of innocence on the mans sleeping face felt eerily similar to the look his own mother used to have before he lost her.
Feeling disturbed by his own emotions, Dimentio forced the memory back, looking away from Mr. Green. Putting his mask back on, he snapped his fingers again. Allowing the dimensional warp to engulf him. By the time he'd arrive in Castle Bleck, his inner turmoil would be hidden under more than just the mask that covered his face.
"Why did you order Dimentio to get a boyfriend?"
Mimi said, sitting on a chair beside the Count's desk.
"Count Bleck ordered what said, Count Bleck?"
Count Bleck's eyes never left the reports he was writing. His pencil grazed across the paper, scribbling words only to cross them out a few seconds later.
"Don't play stupid. I know you ordered Dimentio to get a boyfriend. Now stop writing and pay attention to me!"
Count Bleck sighed, dropping his pencil and raising his head to look at Mimi.
"Count Bleck says so what if Count Bleck did? Count Bleck can order Dimento to do whatever Count Bleck wishes, says Count Bleck."
Mimi rolled her eyes.
"So what? How about asking me, the freaking girl if I wanted to date this cutie! I could have seduced him in two months with how pretty I am. That's sixteen times faster than it took Dimentio!"
Count Bleck signed, slapping his face with his hand.
"Count Bleck wants to make the following points-
Count Bleck says you are a child says, Count Bleck. Count Bleck does not condone pedophilia says, Count Bleck. Count Bleck believes being six years old makes you too young for any "cuties" your age or not says, Count Bleck. Count Bleck says your math needs work, two months * twelve = two years, not two months * sixteen says, Count Bleck.
Mimi opened her mouth ready for a retort, just to be met with a wave of Count Bleck's hand.
"Count Bleck also needed Dimentio to perform this mission because the Dark Prognosticus required it. You are dismissed says, Count Bleck."
Giving a loud huff, Mimi turned stomping out of the room with unnecessary dramatic flare.
Count Bleck gave another wave of his hand, shutting the door behind him. With the drama gone, he picked up his pencil, returning to the mindset of writing reports just to hear the sound of a warp portal.
He looked towards the noise, seeing a smiling Dimentio holding a sleeping man clothed in green.
"Ciao Count! Care to meet my husband to be?"
Count Bleck gazed at the sleeping man. Idly tapping his desk with a finger as he did so.
"Count Bleck asks if you have found the hidden chaos that drives his heart says, Count Bleck?"
Dimentio gave a soft chuckle.
"Ahahahaha, So trusting and so naive was he. I found that and more as easily as a child finds toys in his -"
"Count Bleck gets the point says, Count Bleck."
Dimentio's smile fell.
"Count Bleck is not unfeeling to you. He just cannot take any more unnecessary chatter due to Mimi's obsession with cuties"
Dimentio's smile returned, looking down at the man in green.
"Ahh, yes, she is as irritating as-Mmmm anyway. Will the alter be ready for tomorrow?"
Count Bleck nodded, giving a final glance at the man in green.
"Count Bleck is nervous, to say the least. In all the years of the Dark Prognosticus, never once has the dark book chosen someone whose body wasn't..."
Count Bleck trailed off just as the man in green started to stir in Dimentio's arms, pawing mindlessly in his sleep.
"Ahh, Count all will be fine. You worry too much."
Dimentio gently wrapped his hand around Mr. L's moving hand, keeping it from flailing further.
Count Bleck frowned.
"Count Bleck says you still failed to tell what tragedy befell you, as the ones before you also suffered great pain before the Dark Prognosticus chose them says, Count Bleck."
Dimentio shrugged his shoulders.
"And as I have said, my suffering is a personal matter, as is my history, unless the Dark Prognoticus dictates its disclosure to you."
Count Bleck shook his head giving another sigh.
"Count Bleck just wishes to offer...comfort… for his family consoled the chosen throughout the years and only wishes to give the same to you says, Count Bleck."
Dimentio's expression failed to falter.
"Count Bleck not only wishes that but also sees something that couldn't be possible…"
Dimentio raised an eye.
"Count Bleck knows it couldn't be so, yet has to ask. Count Bleck, asks...if you are from the tribe of Ancients?"
Dimentio froze for a moment, before quickly regaining his smile.
"Ahahahaha, of course not! You and I know that most of that tribe wandered into the woods never to be seen again. They likely all ascended to a higher plane, one not one of us will ever reach. Merlin, Norlem, and those dimwitted bartenders are the only ones who remain, as they always will. "
Count Bleck's gaze remained serious.
"Count Bleck says that a part of him believes you know more then you're telling. Nevertheless, Count Bleck will take your word on this since he can't prove otherwise."
Count Bleck waved his hand.
"Count Bleck says you are dismissed. Get some rest and prepare for the wedding. Count Bleck wants you in perfect shape for the mind-meld says, Count Bleck."
Dimentio lowered his head, carrying the sleeping man in green out of his office.
Opening a drawer, Count Bleck took out a document, scanning the pages his eyes rested on one paragraph.
Entry- 456 Nicholas Bleck Year 1006(BD)
3000 years before the world is destined to end, my new friend told me the Ancients did what they needed to do to protect us. He also told me he didn't agree with what they did. When I asked what they did he wouldn't say. He insists he was an ex-member of the tribe. I then asked what of his wife and family, and he looked me in the eye and said he had none, but his look while trying to appear stern, showed mourning… and yet also security, like he knew loss but also knew someone was safe. I do not believe his words. I believe he is protecting someone but who I cannot say.
Count Bleck stared at the document, resting his chin in his hand as he pondered his ancestor's words…