Dimentio shot up from his sleep. He looked around the room in confusion, then, his
eyes locked on Mr. L. He remebered that he had asked him to stay last night.
The jester looked over the injured man.
He had turned to his side in his sleep, and was now facing Dimentio. One of his arms
was tucked beneath his stomach while the other was drapped off the bed. His bangs had
come over his closed eyes again. His face seemed pale, but his cheeks were red.
'He has a fever,' Dimentio thought to himself. Instantally, he floated up off the
ground and left the room to get him a cold cloth.
While he floated down the hall, the jester thought of all of his plans. He couldn't help
but smile at his brilliance.
Once Dimentio made his way back into the room he quietly closed the door behind
him. It was still the middle of the night, and none of the others would want to be woken up.
He floated to Mr. L, and gentley dabbed his fore head.
The mechanic looked up drowsily from his sleep.
"Shhh," Dimentio soothed. "Go back to sleep."
Disobediantly, Mr. L attempted to sit up. He winced in pain then layed back down in
defeat. "What time is it?" He whispered with a weak voice.
"Late." The jester statted with a hint of a smile. He placed the cloth beside the man in
green. "Now rest."
Mr. L closed his eyes again. Before he drifted to sleep once more, he muttered,
"Thank you."
Dimentio sat down next to the bed. "For what?"
The injured man said quietly, "For staying."
This took the magician by suprise. L had asked him to stay, it wasn't like he had done
anything special. Yet his cheeks burned slightly under his mask,and he didn't know why. He
was going to respond, but heard Mr. L's quiet snoring and knew his hurt friend had fallen back
asleep.
Dimentio stroked the man's hair lightly.
'I don't want to hurt him...' He thought to himself with a frown. He knew his plans
were dangerous, especially for Mr. L, but after seeing his ally so defenceless... He couldn't
bring himself to ever hurt this man again... He would need to do some alterations for the man
in green to make the next month out alive. But, he slilently dicided that L was worth it.
Mr. L woke up with pain burning in his chest. He let out a groan, and within a second
Dimentio was by his side with worry plastered onto his face.
"Not feeling better?" his friend asked.
L shook his head. "I was," he spoke through the pain. "But now..." His voice trailed
off, but the trickster had heard enough. He flipped the covers off Mr. L, sending a shiver
down his spine, then looked at the injuries once more.
Dimentio seemed confused. He placed his right hand onto Mr. L's injured chest, while
his other hand held L's softly. Then, he used his healing powers.
Mr. L noticed how after a short time his friend seemed to be getting weaker. He
laughed, "Don't hurt yourself."
Dimentio scoughed at him. "You're one to talk."
The mechanic rolled his eyes. He would have talked back, but he noticed that he
really did feel much better now. He eased up, slowly this time, and leaned against the
headboard of his bed.
The jester smiled proudly at his work. He glanced down, and realized his hand was
still holding L's. He quickly let go, and realized his cheeks were blazing again.
Why did this man in green make him feel this way? What about him made him so...
Special? It seemed as if he caught himself thinking about L way too often. If he wanted his
schemes to be successful, this needed to stop. Though, for some reason, the thought of him
not seeing L anymore made his stomach sink.
"Thank you... For helping me." Mr. L said, bringing Dimentio out of his thoughts.
"Ah," the magician sang. "It was no problem."
Mr. L smiled as his responce.
"But," Dimentio continued. "You, however, are a problem."
The injured man sat up all too quickly, forgetting about his pain. He looked at his
friend with question in his eyes.
"You smell." Dimentio informed. "Like a batch of eggs left out for a year."
Mr. L glared at his friend. "You don't smell too rosie either." He took a whiff of the air,
and did realize he wasn't smelling very fresh.
His face must have shown, because Dimentio bursted out with laughter.
The man in green sunk down lower, as his cheeks began to turn warm with
embarassment.
Still chuckling, the jester floated up off the ground and held his hand out to L.
"C'mon." he chimmed. "You need to get out of this room anyways."
Once the two had both showered, and were smelling less appalling, they headed
downstairs to watch T.V., because Mr. L didn't want to be stuck in his room. They sat on the
couch and turned to a baseball game. Soon enough, they were arguing over which
teams/players were better, and making fun of all the horrific errors that were happening.
Dimentio could care less about baseball, or sports in general, but he always enjoyed
stirring up trouble. So, he would constantly disagree with everything L said. After some time
Mr. L caught on to his friend's tricks, and he began laughing until his chest hurt again.
A girl, wearing a yellow dress today, walked into the room to see what was so funny.
Her face lit up when she saw Mr. L.
"L!" she squealed in joy while running to him. She nearly embraced him in a hug, then
she remebered how badly he was hurt and settled by squeezing his hand. "You're okay!"
The mechanic laughed. "I'm feeling pretty good," he said. "Except for I'm slowly
losing feeling in my hand."
Mimi quickly let go. "Sorry." She said looking down.
Mr. L smiled warmly at the girl and hugged her lightly. Her face brightened again after
that, then she sat down to the left of her injured ally. The two engaged in some form of
conversation while Dimentio placed his elbow on the arm of the couch and rested his head
against his hand.
He was actually having a decent time before Mimi interupted them. He sighed.
"What do you think Dim?" Mr. L asked. Dimentio turned to them at the sound of his
name. He had absolutely no idea what they were talking about.
"I think..." Dimentio began. "It's time for me to make my exit." He floated up off the
couch and looked at the two bellow him. It looked as if concern, or maybe even sadness
flashed across Mr. L's face.
"Where are you going?" Mimi questioned.
"I have... Plans... To set in motion." Dimentio responded glancing back to L.
"Oh!" Mimi said enthusiastically. "Plans for the heros?"
Demintio smiled. "Yes."
"Good luck!" The girl said happily, while all Mr. L did was nod.
The jester frowned. "Ciao." He proclaimed, then with a snap of his fingers he was
gone.
Mr. L looked at the floor. For some reason, with Dimentio gone, he felt empty.
Mimi continued talking. The mechanic nodded, though he wasn't really listening
anymore. There were more important matters going on inside his mind.
Why was Dimentio acting so nice lately? Before he had been hurt all the jester did
was toy with him. Now, it seemed like he genually cared about him. Mr. L couldn't help but
be happy about this. Though, once he was completely better, the man in green was sure that
Dimentio would go back to his old mysterious ways. He knew it was selfish, but part of him
wished he could be hurt more often, just so he would be able to spend more time with his
trouble making friend. After all, everyone else he was stuck with usually annoyed him.
"Are you even listening to me?" Mimi asked loudly causing Mr. L to jump.
He turned to her. "Oh," he stuttered nervously. "Totally."
Mimi, who was obviously clueless, began telling more of her stories, and Mr. L
continued to think about a certian magician.
The rest of the day was slow. Dimentio had been off trying to abolish the heros all
day, while the mechanic was ordered to rest. He wasn't alowd to work on repairing Brobot,
he wasn't even alowd to walk by himself. Even though he truely was feeling up to it. So, he
spent the remaining part of the day watching T.V.
Lots of people came to visit, including Count Bleck, which Mr. L found as an honor,
but, no one had time to stay for too long. The injured man found himself stuck with his
thoughts for most of the day. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts always seemed to
lead to Dimentio. There was something off about him. Not just the fact he was actually being
kind, there was something darker hidden beneath. Mr. L was just having a hard time figuring
out what it exactly was, but it was definetly there.
As if on cue, Mr. L heard the sound of teleportation above him.
"Ah!" Dimentio said happily. "Seems as if you are still trapped here."
Mr. L looked up and locked eyes with the floating person above him. He motioned for
Dimentio to sit beside him. The jester obliged, and drifted down to his friend with a sly
smile.
The mechanic frowned. "I heard you lost today." he said dully. "Why are you so
happy?"
Dimentio shrugged, and though Mr. L knew there was a reason, he let it go.
The two sat in silence. Both of their eyes were locked on the T.V. screen, and neither
were actually focusing on the game. They were, however, both thinking about eachother.
After a long time of no talking or even looking at one another, Dimentio felt Mr. L's
head against his shoulder. He looked down at his friend, and found that he had fallen asleep.
The magician slightly smiled, and softly lifted his friend into his arms without waking him.
With a snap, they were in L's room.
Dimentio placed Mr. L in his bed slowly and carefully, then pulled the covers over
him. He floated so his knees touched the ground, then placed his hand on his ally's chest. He
used some of his healing powers, to help L sleep. Then, without much thinking, he stole one
of the mechanic's pillows and placed it on the ground beneath him. He looked at L one last
time. His cheeks burned with the strange sensation they had everytime he'd seen Mr. L
today. He grinned at the man in green. Then, he layed his head down on the pillow. He
snapped, and the lights turned off. Dimentio found himself sound asleep within a few
moments.