"WHADDAYA MEAN, 'HE MIGHT NOT LEAVE'?!" Bue yelled in a panic. The same night D had given bue her 'warning', bue and mal went down to the training room right after he fell asleep and we're now talking with mal's puppet as he paced back and forth with his arms behind his back, thinking deeply about what bue asked.
"What I said is exactly what I meant; 'He might not leave'!"
"He HAS to!"
"What precisely did he say to you while you were thinking?" Mal was just watching the two talk, looking at it from a 3rd person's perspective, it looked very weird, to say the least.
"He said tha' he di'nt plan on leavin' an' tha' he had no idea wha' I was talkin' 'bout when I said he's gonna disappea'!"
"GEEZ! That accent is killing me!"
"SHADDUP! I'M FREAKIN' OUT RIGHT NOW!"
"I noticed." Bue glared and crossed her arms, not approving his snarky tone then turned to the younger mal.
"The olda' you's a real brat, 'ya know that?" Mal looked down, rubbing his arm as if he were cold. The puppet continued to pace back and forth.
"Do 'ya have ANY idea's?"
"I think you may just have to give D your answer while bueno's still in your head." Bue's jaw dropped to the ground.
"B-but...with this psycho in ma' head, what if he changes ma' answa'(answer) at the las' second. D could kill ma'!"
"Yeah...yeah he could. Just think about it thoroughly, if you're honest, D'll know and most likely will accept whatever answer that may be."
"Yer not a huge help 'xactly 'ya know tha'?"
"Hey, hey! I'm trying here." The puppet told her angrily, arms crossed and his foot now tapping the ground impatiently, bue gave him an annoyed pout.
"Bue, older me." The two turned to younger mal after being interrupted, gave him their full attention.
"Shouldn't something like this have been burned in your memory? It's kind of a big deal, bue confessing her love-". Bue slapped him, leaving a handprint on his right cheek. The puppet nodded in understanding.
"I get it, I remember but not all of it. This moment, D's fondling of bue-". She turned red thinking of it and thumped the puppet's head, making him fall over easily.
"-Ow…. As I was saying...I remember most of this but not everything, I can't recall her answer."
"Can't 'ya jus' ask future ma'?" The puppet started to have almost a guilty look on his face and looked down, trying not to face them, bue was confused and a bit curious. She began to glare at the puppet who was acting very suspicious.
"What happens to D an' I in the future?" Younger mal had been in deep thought about the situation bue bue's question snapped him out of it and took both him and the puppet by surprise.
"Well?...Both o' 'ya are hidin' somethin'." If a puppet could sweat then older mal would be sweating. He finally just sighed and decided to give her some honesty.
"Something does indeed happen to you and D eventually." Bue's face went pale and her arms had goosebumps, she looked down, not wanting to face either mals'.
"Wha' will happen to us? I'm guessin' somethin' bad...do we get ki-...-on second thought...I don't thin' I wanna know." The puppet looked down as well, the younger mal had his theory but didn't want to say it out loud, he couldn't lighten the mood even if he tried. Changing the subject wouldn't help much either. Then they all heard a shift noise, everyone's heads perked up in a bit of shock, it sounded like it came from the portal entrance. Bue shot up first and ran over to the portal entrance and heard fast footsteps, she feared the worst. To everyone's right at the far corner of the room was a very tiny little, purple and black hand mirror, facing all three of them, mal went over first and merely saw his reflection as well as the others'.
"That's not good."
"Not good at all." Bue and mal said, frightened.
"There's no doubt that it was D who put the mirror there and that it was him who made the shifting noise, must've moved the beanbag just a crack to see us." The two gasped and started shaking as their blood ran cold.
"He wouldn't confront you guys with it immediately the minute you both get outta here. Him and his sick mind are gonna drag out your anxiety for as long as he can. You're his toys." Bue held herself and leaned against the wall, not facing either of them in disgust at the thought. Mal felt similarly. "So much fer ma' feminine pride...it's diminishing...I don't thin' I can punch him much anymore if he makes a sexis' joke, I'll jus' have to take it." She put her back to the wall and slid down until her tush hit the floor. They all were quiet for awhile, deep in thought until bue just got up and headed toward the portal opening, neither mal nor puppet mal noticed until she was almost all the way through and they freaked out. The two ran over to pull her back in but by the time they got over there, she was already moving the beanbag to cover the portal. Younger mal cussed under his breath but decided to stay in the room for a bit longer to make sure it was safe.
After bue finished moving the beanbag and had covered the small portal opening, she swiftly turned around to see D still on the bed, where he was left. It was obvious he was faking by how he looked to be in too perfect of a position to have been asleep for a few hours. They always wake up just as sprawled out as bue when they wake up. Hesitantly, bue made her way over to the bed and leaned over toward D, normally someone would flinch if a shadow was overhead. Is he really sleepin'...naw, I know he must've heard somethin'. The mirror, the noise, my freakin' out. Anyone would've woken up a' tha'! Is he jus' a really good faker? Or...did he actually sleep through all tha'? The footsteps...maybe he was sleepwalkin'. D seemed to just be sleeping peacefully, making bue all the more suspicious but if he really WAS asleep then she didn't want to bother him. Mal, it's fine to come back up. She told him by thought, despite the fact that she couldn't see him, mal still nodded silently and began shuffling the bag slightly over and over until there was enough room for him to squeeze through. He looked back at the older him puppet and motioned his shoulder to signal him to come up with him, the puppet just stood there. What're you doing? Come on!
Naw. I'll stay here for a bit longer, need to think a few more things out alone. Younger mal paused for a little bit before finally shrugging, he heard a subtle groan, knowing it was D, mal felt a hand grab onto his wrist tightly and yanked him up fast and quickly moved the bag back to it's correct spot. Mal rubbed his, now, red wrist and saw it was bue and sighed in relief.
What should we do now? Mal asked, for some reason thinking bue would know all the answers. She shrugged and mal sighed again, feeling some disappointment as they turned their heads back in D's direction.
We can't very well go back into the bed, he's groanin' so he's pro'ly half awake, we nee' to be extra quiet.
"Bue…". Bue froze in a bit of fear, wondering if D was waking up, got worried. It was a very faint whisper, barely noticeable. Mal didn't hear it, probably thinking about something hard as bue walked back over to the bed, mal wasn't looking and paid no mind while bue was getting closer and closer to possibly blowing their cover.
"B-bue...I'm...sorry…." Bue was able to feel her own heart beating in her chest, it's pace was starting to pick up, she felt herself blush as her face got warmer.
"Mal...f-forgive me…". Mal stiffened like a board and turned around slowly to see bue right next to D by the bed, her face was of some pity. He carefully made his way over to bue by the bed.
What's he talking about?
I dunno...but he soun's sincere. He's apologizing to us.
Hmph! I wouldn't believe it for a second.
Even if he's lying...it still sounds like he's having a real sad dream. I almos' wanna wake 'im so he won't have to look so-
NO! We can't. You know that. He might end up grumpy if we wake him and that never ends well. Bue looked down, a little depressed. She was bent down but balancing on her toes, her arms were crossed and on the bed, keeping her steady and she rested her head on her arms on D's bedside while his expression got sadder and sadder.
"Don't...go...I'll be nicer...please…."
Aaaaaawwwwww! He's dreaming about us leaving him again.
Makes sense, we're planning on it anyway. Bue looked at mal with her pitying face then back at D and quietly sighed.
I'm havin' second thoughts though…. Think 'bout it...last time we ran off, he hunted us down an' we went through all that torture-
-just to come back here and take some MORE torture.
W-well...I-I….
"O-ow...it hurts...ow ow ow...please...I won't...hurt…. Buena...mal…". Bue and mal directed themselves back towards D and saw he was turning red and breathing heavily. He flinched every now and then and his teeth were tightly clenched while his head rocked back and forth on the pillow, his eyes tightly shut as though he were afraid to open them. Mal was confused and a little shocked, he looked to be in a lot of pain, mal couldn't help but pity him. Bue was scared for him and worried as she quickly, before mal had the chance to protest, put her hand on his chest and D's heart was beating faster and faster.
His heartbeat is flippin' out...it's at 190 now and picking up speed! They both were scared, then it seemed like something hit D, he quickly turned on his other side and curled into a tight ball, holding his throat as though someone was trying to strangle him, he got redder. Bue and mal couldn't take it anymore and they started shaking him in the hard attempt to wake him up. The two were frightened when it didn't work, bue started poking his face remembering how quickly he woke up from that. Nothing helped as D started coughing up a storm and seemed like he was determined to speak while he did his best to make out the words, though still not knowing that it was just a dream and it seemed he was getting farther and farther from reality.
"Is he gonna die?!" Bue asked aloud, mal got him laid flat on his back and started giving him CPR, bue totally being drowned out from his hearing at this point.
Why am I even caring wether D dies or not? He's always been nothing but a big ass to me! He's always hated me and I've always hated him!...So then...why am I helping him? Mal looked back down at D, still holding his throat, his heart still beating fast, his face still red, his breathing still panicked and stifled at the same time as he continued to grasp his neck and yank whatever invisible force was holding him. Maybe it was because he was in such a weak state that it was hard to hate him while he was in pain. Just then, his breathing stopped, bue shrieked and didn't hesitate for a second to give him mouth-to-mouth. D's arms began to move slightly and his heartbeat slowed down some but his face was still red and was still burning hot. He started to open one eye and even that looked like it hurt him to do, since it was a clear struggle, his teeth remained clenched. D's first sight was bue and mal beside, both with worried faces as he tried to get up, bue moved her hand closer to his back to help him up. That failed, he ended up falling right back to the pillow, though he did manage to move his head toward bue and mal.
"What happened to you? We were freaking out!"
Mal...was worried? He was freaking out...about me? D couldn't properly utter words out loud.
"You looked as sick as I did when I went into the sun." Bue looked to be on the verge of tears.
What happened to make them both so concerned about...me? I looked as sick as bue did?
"Do you remember anything, like your dream?" D looked away, he just couldn't face them.
"I-i-it w-wa-was...a-a...s-s-sca-scary...o-one." He was able to tell that bue wanted to hug him but was afraid it might hurt him more.
"A-are you still in pain?" Mal asked. D tried to move again but his shaking hand felt as heavy as cement, it wouldn't budge, his whole body ached from head to toe and was practically paralyzed from the neck down. D slowly nodded.
"M-mal...wh-why a-are you-?" Mal looked away with an eye roll, D knew why.
"I'd say 'ya should res' but...I don't want 'ya to have tha' nightmare again…." He reached his arm up using all his strength and moved her hair flap to behind her ear then caressed her cheek, bue put her hand over the one on her cheek. D's clenched sharp teeth got tighter and he flinched again, bue quickly let go of his hand and gave her pitying look.
"Haven't I told y-you b-before...I-I d-don't need t-to be...pitied-"
"-SHUT UP!" Mal slammed his fist on the bed making a vibration, the movement caused D some more pain.
"WE'RE GIVING YOU OUR PITY BECAUSE WE'RE WORRIED AND YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF US! YOU ALMOST DIED!" Bue jumped from his sudden outburst, D was shocked as well, his eyes bulged with surprise. D looked down and away, a little saddened.
"I-...I know...I know. I-I'm...sorry." Bue's and mal's visible eyes bulged with shock, their jaws dropped and they gasped, bue put her hand to his forehead.
"AHA! I knew it, a feva'!"
"That explains it." D grumbled with a pout at their reactions.
"But...how can a dream make you sick?"
"W-we-we're i-in...th-the...d-d-darkness. I-if a d-dre-dream...can h-hurt you th-then it can d-definitely...m-ma-make y-you s-si-sick." Bue and mal glanced at each other then looked back at D, sweating with red cheeks, his breathing started picking up again making bue panicked again.
"OK! So...Bue's probably not the best nurse to take care of 'ya." D looked back over at him and smirked.
"S-so...then...NURSE mal...a-are y-you g-g-gonna b-be th-the one t-taking ca-care of...me?"*cough*. He began hacking up a storm...didn't stop mal from thumping his head for the snarky remark, bue slapped his hand as D turned back over and was ready to fall asleep again.
"D. In case 'ya have anotha' nightmare...rememba' tha' we're right hea' beside 'ya." He was facing away from them then blew away his hair flap. Bue kissed his forehead and his whole face became red again.