She was furious! She couldn't believe that people talked to her like that! She couldn't even believe that people like that existed! She couldn't believe that there was worse than O'Chunks, that big ugly moron! Oh, she swear, that Scottish warrior was such a cuddly teddy bear next to these idiots! Oh, now she was so grateful to him to have made the decision to take at least one shower per three days, even if it was only to please Nassy! Oh, well, she guessed she had to be grateful for him to be in love with the secretary, or for that woman to exist... But still! How could these guys expect girls to fall in love with them? No girls would fall in love with their green teeth, or their greasy hair! And who told them that girls fall for "Hey babe, you're so hot, I'm sweating for you!" or whatever they told her! No! Girls like poems, similes, romantic stuff, like Dimen― oh dear ― no really, Dimentio could teach them a lesson or three. They had the good intentions ― well, she guessed... ― but they lacked the jester's speech. And the Count's charisma!

Ah... Thinking of the Count always calmed her...

So much that she didn't see the morons she previously talked to in the bar before in that day, following her as she walked back home. She knew that if she went straight back to the castle, she would have to face the stupid magician and she was too furious to breathe the same air as him. And maybe Nastasia wouldn't be happy to see her mad. And the Count wouldn't like her. And she really didn't want to see the Count unhappy. Oh, why Lady Timpani existed? She could have the Count all for herself... He was such a perfect guy : sweet, handsome, rich, powerful, everything a girl could dream for! But then... If she wasn't there, Count Blumiere wouldn't become like this, and she wouldn't have ever seen him. Neither Nastasia, O'Chunks... Dimentio... and, well, the others.

Ah... Why did she have to be grateful to her for stealing her perfect man? And there was no one who was like him! He was so... unique... Where was all the cuties, at the end!? She was sick to ―

― "Ah!"
― "Well well well, what do we have here, eh?" said a tall ugly man, who was all muscles but no brain, with a bad breath and dirty black hair. Mimi looked around her : three other men were with him. She remembered having seen one of them, but as for the other two, she had no idea where they came from. The tallest, bald, had taken her by the shoulders, while the smallest took one of her legs. The ugly who had spoken grabbed her purse.

― "Give it back!" she yelled, but as the tallest had her shoulders, she couldn't slap the ugly beast. Instead, he did it.
― "Shut up, you whore!" he spit, as he emptied the bag on the ground, revealing rubees, actual coins, make-up, a cellphone and various items.
― "What's that? A Mushroom? Cool, I'm hungry!" said the last one, who was handsome, quite surprisingly, but looked thrice stupid. He took the little red item and ate it in one bite.
― "Hey, I paid that se―"
― "I said shut up!" yelled the ugly one, who grabbed her neck, therefore blocking her air. She gasped, as she searched for some oxygen, but he was too strong. She tried to kick him, but the smallest took her other leg too. The three of them started laughing, as the tallest didn't seem to be capable of expression. The little green haired girl panicked; she couldn't transform, as he was holding her neck, thus forbidding her to crack her head. She couldn't really teleport, since she would bring them with her. Creating a rubee was a decent option, but she feared that they would take it from her, and turned it back to her. What could she possibly do? Oh, if she had simply teleport back home... Oh but maybe she could―

― "Gah!" said the ugly one, pushed on the floor, as the smallest and the stupid take one step back, in fear.
― "Hun?" did Mimi, as she could take fresh air, before falling on the floor, because the tallest had let her go.
― "Ouch!" she did in pain, closing her eyes, before hearing an explosion, with a flash. She looked before her, as the sound was familiar, but she could only see them running. Then, before she realized it, somebody took her hand, and she saw that she was standing in the arms of another stranger, who had her in a strong but kind embrace, his cape around her shoulders.
― "Coun― no... I...?" she did in confusion, as she looked up to see her saviour's face : a dark mysterious man, with shoulder-length black hair, wearing a blue phantom mask, with crimson eyes, a little like hers. He smiled kindly to her as he released her, seeing that she was alright.

― "Are you alright, dearest lady?' he asked calmly, with a soft low voice, almost as if he feared that his voice could break the reality. She didn't replied, as she was too stunned. "They... didn't hurt you, I hope?" he added, full of concern, and she gasped.
― "Oh... Oh, no, no! I am perfectly fine! Really... I-I'm all fine... Yes..." she said, still looking at his eyes, and he smiled anew.
― "I am so happy to hear that, my fine lady." She giggled.
― "Oh! Um... Thank you..."
― "Hn? I am sorr―"
― "For saving me! I... If you weren't there..."
― "Oh!" he did, realizing what he just did. "Oh, really, it is fine, it is perfectly natural to save such a pretty lady as you! It- there's nothing to thank me for!" he replied, a little shy, and she giggled again.
― "No, really... Thank you..." she smiled, blushing a little. "How... can I repay you?"
― "Oh but― you do not have to repay me! Truly, you so do not need to do this, it was―"
― "No, really. I insist."
― "Oh..." he did, scratching his head, as he thought of something. "Well..." he sighed. "I um... Would you be kind enough to let me accompany you until you're back home? I will never be able to sleep if I were to know that they are still after you..."
― "Oh!" she blushed. "I-it will be my pleasure, of course! It is just a few streets from here!" she added, reddening harder. He smiled to her, as he gave her his arm, and she giggled out of shyness.

Oh... she thought she was in love, here!

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― "Mimi! It's past midnight!" cried the blue assistant as the little green haired girl entered the castle. "Where were you?"
― "In love..." she sighed, crossing her hands on her heart, with a soft smile on her face. Nastasia gave her a weird look, wondering what she was talking about. "Um... 'K, wait, let's sit there." She said, taking Mimi into the living room, where O'Chunks and the Count were watching the TV, with Timpani reading a book near them. The two girls sat at the table, behind the couch, and Nastasia made appear two cups of tea, before she started her investigation.
― "So, how he is?"
― "Perfect!" she sighed.
― "No I mean, blue hair, green eyes..."
― "Oh, um, he had black hair, a little long, like um..."
― "Dimentio?"
Mimi looked at her, startled, then she thought for a second and sighed.
― "Yes, sadly enough..." The hypnotist shrugged.
― "How was he dressed?"
― "Like the Count!"
― "Really!?"
― "Well... Actually, no. I just saw his cape, but I think he wears black clothes too. And he had a blue mask."
― "Like Dimentio?"
― "Oh, stop referring to him all the time! And no, it covered only his eyes, you could see his nose and his mouth."
― "Oh, I see..." she said, in a little of deception, and that made Mimi mad, but then Nastasia added something.
― "And how's his personality?"
― "Oh, um..." Mimi thought a little. She wasn't quite good at describing people... She would resume people's personality in one word, like Nastasia would be "schedule", Timpani "book" and Dimentio "moron". And the Count was already the "perfect" one...
― "Um... Mysterious."
― "Yeah, I guess, one day isn't enough to know a person..."
― "Oh but I just met him, like an hour ago."
― "... but then what did you do all this day?" said the secretary, mad of worry.
― "Oi, lass, where's the jester?" asked O'Chunks, before Mimi could answer her friend.
― "Hey, why would I know that, I was out all the day!"
― "Well nobody saw him of the day neither!"
― "Oh, he finally left the house?"
― "He can't." said the Count, coldly. Timpani sighed.
― "And why would we care about where the hell he is?" added Mimi, angry.
― "Well it's our show!"
― "Yes, so?"
― "Well he should be here to watch it!"
― "Well maybe he's watching it upstairs!" almost shouted Mimi out of exasperation. Oh, she hated to talk about this idiot! O'Chunks grumbled, and the girls sighed, as the Count stayed quiet, all his attention on the show.
― "Hey but wouldn't you watch porn at this hour?" asked the green girl, as she looked at the hour,
― "Wut? No, it's my show! I don't do that, he does!"
― "Well maybe he's doing that upstairs..." shrugged Mimi. She tried to picture the purple idiot in his room, but... something was... missing in her mental picture... Yeah... Dimentio didn't have a TV in his room... Then...
― "Omigosh I hope he's not watching his stuff in my room!" she yelled before running upstairs, ready to kill some jesters, and after she was gone, leaving an exasperate Nastasia with her tea, the Count turned around to look at his wife.
― "Dimentio watches that sort of thing?"
― "Only when Mimi's around."
― "Oh." said Blumiere, looking back at the TV, with O'Chunks snoring at his sides. "Um..." he started, as he wondered. "That is supposed to make her..."
― "Jealous? Well she does look like so."
― "Humph. These two are weird." stated the Count, as his wife sighed, thinking about them back before. People sure didn't think they were normal back then...

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― "DIMENTIO!" shouted Mimi as she entered in her room, only to see nobody. "Hun? Where is he?" she asked, surprised to not see him around. She started looking in everyone's room, leaving the clown's one for last, as she was certain he was watching the damn TV, but he was in no one. "Hey, why am I looking for―" she said out loud, before stopping in front of the magician's room, as she saw him, floating in front of his window, looking at the path she took with the mysterious masked man. Did he see her with him? That handsome man went that far to bring her to the door, before leaving her with the promise to see her again. She had waited for him to disappear, before slapping her head for forgetting to ask his name. Oh well, he did say he would see her again... She would ask him then.
"Hum? It's strange to not see him in his yellow and purple outfit..." she thought, as she realized than he was wearing all black, but maybe he just removed his poncho. And his hat. And his mask was broken, yeah. A good thing, truly. "Oh, I should go to bed, now..." she thought, getting back to her room.

Dimentio didn't realize that she was in front of his room, and he wouldn't care at all. He looked at the castle's door, where Mimi left the masked man. He sighed, as rain washed his window.
― "Maybe that wasn't a good idea, after all..."

I've just finished this chapter so excuse me for any mistakes.

Yes I know it's so obvious. But it's Dim/Mimi! Dimentio and Mimi! Forget how much I fail, it's Dim/Mimi!