Dimentio appeared in Dimension D, a dimension he had previously used to try and thwart the heroes. He could always find Himitsu hiding out here whenever the being wasn't spending time as the jester's shadow. His suspicions were confirmed as he saw the creature floating before him.
"You." Dimentio growled out.
His sentence was cut short by the sound of Himitsu laughing.
"You haven't been here in awhile, Master. What brings you here?" The being asked, with a snicker still hidden behind it's voice.
"I do not have time for your games." The magician stated. "You know why I'm here."
Dimentio was greeted by another laugh from Himitsu. "Oh," It giggled. "Do you mean what I did to the man in green?"
"Yes," The jester snapped. "You must have done something to him. Am I wrong?"
"It was just a little spell, that's all. I was only trying to help you."
Dimentio felt the anger rising in the pit of his stomach, but forced himself to remain calm.
"You were trying to help me by disobeying me? I fail to see-" He puffed out a sigh, interrupting his own sentence. "It does not matter. What's done is done. Just undo it and we shall go our separate ways."
The shadow moved side to side, and the magician's eyes were locked onto it's form.
"I wish I could undo the spell. As you know I live to serve you." If the creature had a mouth, Dimentio was sure it would be smirking at him. "But I'm afraid I can't."
The jester had to oppress even more anger before he could speak, "I am no fool, Himitsu." He hissed out the name like it was poison. "I know you can reverse any spell."
"You're right as always, Master. The spell can be reversed. But I cannot do it."
"Fine." Dimentio said, not wanting to waste anymore time away from Mr. L. It was like every second away from him was tearing the jester apart, especially knowing the kind of condition the man was in. "How do you reverse it then?"
Himitsu let out another laugh before circling up the air and disappearing. The being quickly returned with a book in it's hands, then handed it over to it's master.
Dimentio recognized the book as his own. It was a spell book from his room. He didn't have the time to think about why Himitsu would have been searching through his things. He would ask the creature another time, when L wasn't lying in bed needing his help.
The shadow directed the jester to the right page, and soon enough Dimentio was reading about an herb called reiki. He looked up at the being in front of him.
"Really? You think reiki is the answer. I have heard of this, and it is not very powerful."
"I am certain, Master." The creatures voice was airy, almost happy, and it made Dimentio sick.
"You best not be playing games with me, or you will be as dead as a mouse who has just smelled his last piece of cheese."
"No games," Himitsu sang. "But if I were you I would hurry. Your precious greenie isn't doing so well."
That was one thing Dimentio couldn't argue with the being about. Mr. L needed him, and quickly, so he would do whatever it took to make sure he could help.
Before the jester left he gave Himitsu one last glare. He couldn't help but notice that it seemed like the creature wasn't quite as foggy today. It seemed like the fog surrounding the being was more compacted together. Dimentio didn't have the time to stay and chat though, he had Mr. L to care for.
It seemed like every day now the magician had the same internal battle with himself, but he still hadn't came to a conclusion. Why did he care? He had never cared for anyone but himself before. Part of him was starting to take what Himitsu had said into consideration. Maybe if he got rid of L now it would lessen the blow.
The thought of hurting the mechanic instantly brought a pang of sadness to Dimentio, and he knew he had to go save him. There was no more time to waste. He would have the same inner battle tomorrow, but right now he needed to save Mr. L. The jester tried to convince himself that he was saving the man for his own sake. That he was saving him so that he wouldn't put himself in that horrible emotional state. But, Dimentio wasn't fooling anyone. Not even himself.
Mr. L found it hard to wake up in his dazed state. Once he finally willed his eyes to open he was greeted with a throbbing head ache. He looked around the room. He felt his lips curve up into a smile, despite the pain, when he spotted Dimentio.
The jester had fallen asleep. His head was resting on the bed right beside Mr. L's stomach, and his fingers were still wrapped around the mechanic's hand. Mr. L figured it must have been sometime in the middle of the night, as he was surrounded by darkness and other than Dimentio's breathing, it was completely silent.
L felt warmth in the pit of his stomach, even though he still felt all the pain and grogginess. When he had gotten hurt all those days ago he would have never suspected that Dimentio of all people would be the one to stay by his side the whole time. He had never seen the magician care about much of anything now that he thought of it. Yet, here he was with him in the dead of night. Mr. L found himself tightening his own fingers around the sleeping man's.
The selfish part of him wanted to wake the jester up, and just maybe his healing powers would work this time. But, the better part of him realized that without Dimentio he wouldn't even be alive right now. The least he could do was let the man sleep. He figured he would make it through the night, and the magician would try and heal him in the morning.
Mr. L made himself as comfortable as he could with all the pain, then closed his eyes and waited for sleep to over take him. Soon after he drifted off, with fingers still wound tightly around Dimentio's.
When the mechanic woke up again he felt noticeably better than he had before. He also noted that it was now day time, as the room was bright and the sounds of people moving about came from outside the door.
"Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakens!"
Mr. L turned his attention to Dimentio, who was sitting with his legs crossed on the floor beside the bed.
"How long was I out?" L asked curiously.
"Quite some time," Dimentio answered. "Everyone was afraid we would loose you for awhile, but alas, I found what you needed at just the right time. Lucky for you."
"So you saved me again," Mr. L muttered, mostly to himself. "How will I ever repay you?" He added sarcastically.
"I have a few things in mind." The jester countered with a smile. "How are you feeling?" He added, on a more serious note.
"A lot better actually." The man didn't speak for awhile longer, obviously lost in thought. Eventually he added, "Did you ever find out why your magic wasn't working?"
"My magic," Dimentio thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase his words correctly without giving too much away. "Can only go so far. But no need to be worrisome. Nothing can stop me if I put my mind to it, you know."
"Why do you care so much about me?" L sputtered out. A flash of hurt went across the jester's face, causing the man in green to add, "I mean, I've always thought I was amazing." Dimentio rolled his eyes at that, and L smiled a bit in return. "But, you haven't really seemed to care. Not until now."
The jester felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and he was now very thankful that he was wearing a mask to hide it. "Let's just say I have my reasons."
Mr. L seemed to accept that answer, and responded with a curt nod. No words were spoken for awhile, but L's eyes stayed glued on Dimentio. The jester felt very uncomfortable with the attention, and found himself fidgeting while looking anywhere but back at the man in front of him.
Finally, the sound of L's laughter broke the silence, and the magician's eyes darted back to him.
"I just can't seem to figure you out, Dim." The man said with a smile on his face. "But I will."
The jester's face got impossibly warmer. "Hmm," He said. "I don't like the thought of that."
Mr. L laughed once again, and Dimentio found that he liked that sound quite a lot. In fact, he wouldn't mind hearing that sound again and again. Shortly after that thought surfaced, the jester was mentally hitting himself.
"You must be hungry, yes?" He asked, to change the subject. "How about I go get you something to eat?"
"Nah," The man in the bed sat up, too quickly for Dimentio's liking. "I can walk. How about we go get something together?"
"Oh." The jester replied dumbly. "Are you sure? I do get tired of healing you every time you re-injure yourself." He added.
Mr. L replied with a pffft before swinging his legs off of the bed. "I'm sure." He responded confidently. "Besides, I'm only going to the kitchen, and you'll be there to help me." He ended with a smile, and Dimentio instantly felt like putty as a result of it.
"I suppose I will be." He muttered to himself more then to L, but the man must have heard him.
"Great!' He exclaimed. "Let's get going then!" He shot up from the bed, which resulted in a pain shooting back into his stomach.
"Careful." Dimentio scolded as he got up as well. He went to the man in pain, and swung one of his arms over his shoulder to keep him balanced. He then put his free hand on the man's stomach and used his healing powers for as long as he could.
After he had completed the task, he came to the realization of just how close the two were. He also noted that he liked the position he was in. With L's arm around his shoulder, he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. It was like he was safe. He also found he didn't mind having his hand on the man's stomach. It was a bit pudgy, but there was no denying there was strength there. Dimentio had the overwhelming urge to rest his head on the man's shoulder. To keep him safe. In this moment, he found that he wouldn't mind not going through with his plans, if it meant that he would be able to do this. He looked over at Mr. L, to find that his white eyes were already looking back at him. It seemed that if Dimentio was with the mechanic, it was a given that his cheeks would be blazing. But, as the Jester searched L's face, he found that his cheeks were red too.
Neither man made any motion to move away. It was like they were stuck in this moment. Dimentio wondered if Mr. L was only stayed because he was uncomfortable. There was no way he could be enjoying this, right?
The jester decided that must be it, and that was the last thing he wanted to do to the man. So he reluctantly was the first one to move apart.
"I believe we were heading to the kitchen." He muttered.
Mr. L let out a cough before saying, "Right, right... The kitchen."
Dimentio went ahead of the man in green, figuring he would be able to walk by himself now. "Shall we?" He asked, while opening the door.
The jester got no verbal response, but heard the footsteps of the man following him. So together they went, and Dimentio's eyes never looked up from the floor.
Dimentio found himself with Mr. L for the rest of the day, to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself again of course. Neither of them spoke about the moment they had shared before breakfast, but the jester found he was okay with that. If they didn't talk about it they could both pretend like it didn't happen.
Even though the most people would call the day they shared a wasted day, Dimentio couldn't bare to think that it was. He hadn't enjoyed a day as much he enjoyed that day in a very long time.
When night finally came around again and all of Count Bleck's minions went off into their separate rooms, Dimentio and L found themselves standing in front of the mechanic's bedroom door awkwardly. It had been a long while since the jester had actually slept in his own room, but it seemed like L was doing better. Dimentio knew that the man in green would survive the night, and there was no reason for him to stay anymore. So the two bid each other goodnight, and went to their own rooms.
It almost seemed odd for Dimentio to have a bed to himself, let alone an entire room. Nevertheless, he shut off the light and tucked himself under the covers.
Just as he was finally drifting off to sleep he heard a voice come from behind him.
"You're getting weak."
The jester shot up at the sound, and with a snap the lights came back on. Now that he could see, he turned to check who was in the room with him.
Dimentio was surprised to be greeted with Himitsu. In actuality he should have known it would be the creature, but the voice didn't sound right. It wasn't the usual whisper, it was much stronger, and deeper, almost masculine.
"Himitsu," The jester sighed. "Do make this quick. Your conversations are as useless as a chocolate teapot."
The being chose not to respond to the jester's comment, and continued on instead. "I chose you because I was certain you would get the job done. Yet you're failing me."
"What do mean?"
"I mean that instead of setting plans in motion you're wasting days with the man in green," Himitsu's voice was like thunder, in much contrast to the mere whispers Dimentio was accustomed to. "The man vital to everything. I'm telling you now, he must be destroyed."
"No, no, we are going to stick to the original plan and keep him alive. I am in charge, you know." The magician countered back.
"If we do not kill him soon you will not be able to at all."
Dimentio couldn't argue with that, at this rate he didn't want any harm to come to L, but he would never tell Himitsu that.
"Ah," he sang. "I see that you doubt me. How interesting."
The shadow replied with some sort of a growl.
"I'll admit to you that I do not hate the man in green," Dimentio supplied. "But, I like him much less then the idea of a perfect universe."
The being did not seem to be pleased by that, but must have decided that it would suffice for now. Himitsu spiraled up into the air, and with that, was gone.
Dimentio sat in his now illuminated room, all signs of tiredness had escaped his body and he knew he wouldn't find the comfort of sleep for awhile. So the magician decided to get out of bed and simply gravitate back and forward across the room. His thoughts, like usual, went to the man in green.
There was no denying that he felt something for L, but now it was deciding what that something was. The moment they had shared before breakfast wasn't something Dimentio would describe as platonic, but up until now the jester wouldn't even say he had made a true friend out of anyone at Castle Bleck. After all, he was planning to destroy them, so why would he? But then Mr. L had to show up. There was no denying there was something there. For some odd reason the two just understood each other. Dimentio supposed he would even go so far as to call the man his friend. But anything more? That was just absurd. The magician decided to put those kinds of thoughts out of his head completely. There was nothing there, and if Dimentio had his way, there never would be.