This site is getting on my nerves, la la la, this site is getting on my nerves! (bad singing)
Many thanks to people who said that they would kill me if I don't do more, I just feel... sane, you know?
It's not like this is the best thing in the world... Dimentio is so out of character and my story doesn't even make sense!

Ah... The deep abyss of slumber... Too bad that it was such an epiphany, though. Beautiful dreamless sleep... That doesn't happen much, lately. Yes, especially these last days. Ephemeral solitude... Where memories and worries would be sealed away into time and reality, where only darkness would embrace him. Such a pity death wasn't like that, isn't it? Peaceful, quiet, serene... but we all know that this can't be eternal. No. In the deepest of the abyss, there would always be a faint light to break the silence, to kill the still, and then, you wake up. Death, Hell, was that. A place were you have no sleep. No peace at all. Just a big painful headache.

― "DIMENTIO! WHERE IS MY DIARY?"

A big... painful.... headache.

― "Ugh!" he cried, as the little green haired girl jump on him, squeezing his neck with her little soft hands. So much of a threat. Knees on each side of his waist, she gave him her serious look, but the only result she got from him is a groan, as he rolled his head on the side. Oh, why must she be so cute when she was angry? Maybe it was because her pale skin went pink, almost red. He loved to see her like that... "What time is it already..." he asked, closing his eyes, not willing to wake up. She slapped him hard.

― "It's time to give me back my diary, you little dirty joker!"

― "Oh, yes, Mimi, squeal like that, it makes me horny!" he yelled, scaring her. When she realized what he just said, she blushed, becoming a pretty tomato, then hit the sleepy magician another time.

― "S-shut up! SHUT UP!" And he did. Yep, he rolled on his side, pushing the poor girl on the floor, and went back sleeping.

― "NO! Give me back my diary, now!" she yelled when she went back on her feet, hitting the jester again, but with a book that was lying just next to her. After a couple of hits, to which Dimentio didn't react, she stopped, and looked at the said book. "Hey, it's my diary!" she said happily, before leaving the room with a joyful mood.

… Finally, he could get some sleep... hum... maybe the Count was right about getting to bed when it was still night...

― "Oh, hi, Nastasia! I'm off to look for my mysterious darling sweet man, tee hee!"

His eyes went full open at the instant the green witch said that.

Damn.

She was still after him? S-she she really... She... No, that was so illogical, nobody falls in love with a perfect stranger just like that. Plus she doesn't even know if he's rich, and maybe he could just have stolen his clothes and ― um... wait, Mimi was the kind to steal to have some of her stupid rubees. But still, why... How could she fall in love with him, like that...

― "Count."

― "Dimentio." replied the Count has the three men of the castle were having breakfast.

― "And me!"

― "O'Chunks" added the two others, as the warrior continued chewing his Mushrios with lots of milk.

― "Why does girls like mysterious men?" asked the jester, resting his forehead on his hands, looking down at his plate, while the Count continued reading his newspaper.

― "They do."

― "Yes, they do."

― "No, I mean, they just do. You know, for no reason at all. They just.. do. For... no reason at all..." mumbled the Count.

― "That's stupid." replied quickly Dimentio, and the Count turned his head around, to look at his wife with his assistant, chatting a little further away.

― "I didn't think you could say that a girl is intelligent." The jester looked at the two girls, making sure that they won't heard them.

― "Well they sure are more bright that some." The Count gave him a look. "Like Bowser"

― "Ah, yes, yes, like Bowser..." said the Count, waving his head a little to approve this statement. "Where's Mimi?" he asked suddenly.

― "What the... s-she just left to see her "oh so awesome dear" whatever man!"

― "She did?" replied the Count, surprised. "That's stupid." he added, getting back to his news.

― "Ugh... Why do I even bother asking..." asked the magician, to which the warrior laughed.

― "Don't ye worry, ya little punk, she 's just checking things aroun', she 'ill forget him soon enough, ye'll see. No nee' to be jealous!"

― "You're just saying that because of Nastasia, aren't you..." said Dimentio, suspicious to which O'Chunks gave a heartily "Ey?"

Mimi sighed, after jumping happily all around Flipside, looking for her perfect man to show up. He was nowhere to be see, and... she had to admit... maybe... she was kind of... expecting too much things? Maybe... dreaming a little too much hard? Yes, he did say that they will meet again, but... he didn't say when. It could mean today, yeah, but it could also mean next week, or next month... next year even so. Maybe... Maybe even further. Maybe... maybe he just said that to be nice, without putting much heart on his promise. Like just to be friendly... Ah, he was so nice and gentle! … Maybe... Maybe he already had a girl. Of course, he must be nice like that to everybody, even other men. She sighed. She put too much hopes in this thing, didn't she? She wished Nastasia was around, just now... She wanted to be scolded by her...

― "Ah!" she screamed, as she bumped into someone, as she turned to go back home. She took a step back, ready to give her apologizes, but instead, she gasped. It was him, the mysterious man!

― "Ah, it is you! The sweet lady from yesterday!" he gasped too, truly shocked to see her here, then he took her hand to kiss it. "I am faithfully happy to see you again, my fair lady..." he smiled, like if she was a precious gem, and she blushed, but she quickly recovered, as she remembered something. She took his hands, and with a sad look, she plead him.

― "Your name, please!"

― "I beg your pardon?" he replied, as he didn't understand what she requested him.

― "Please, I must know your name! At least, tell me this!" He looked at her, surprised, almost shocked.

― "I'm, um, I-I'm Frederich, Sir Frederich, yes." he said, hesitant, like if he wasn't sure of his name.

― "Sir?" asked Mimi, wondering why such a title. Was he of noble blood, like the Count?

― "Yes, I am a knight, a Mercury Knight." he told her, laughing a little as he saw that she didn't quite understand. "I am from a special order of knights. We blue knights may not be the strongest, like Mars' one, but we are the most agile."

― "Oh, I see, that sounds really awesome..." said Mimi, charmed by the fact that he could protect her from any baddies. She even giggled, as she wondered if he had a white horse or something like that. Oh but she wouldn't care if he didn't have one : he was perfect enough like that... "Anyway, your name suits really you, it's so cool!" she told him, cheerfully. Surprised, he blushed, but he smiled back again.

― "Oh, I'm pretty sure it's nothing unlike yours, my lady...?"

― "Mimi"

― "Ah... I knew it."

― "Um?"

― "It doesn't suit you."

― "Hun? What do you mean?" He took her chin, leaned a little toward her, and with a smile, he looked in her eyes.

― "It was made for you..."

She melted in his arms.

― "Nassy!" cried Mimi as she came back home, several hours later after she left the castle in the morning. Dimentio looked at the door from which the little green haired girl came from, and his eyes went full open, as he saw her crying. Wow... He truly didn't expect that one. What happened? She looked fine... so she didn't fall on the ground and broke a nail! Must be something about her stupid lover, no? After all, she did spend all the day with this loser!

― "Mimi, what happened?" asked Nastasia, full of concerned, taking her in her arms, as the little girl sobbed in her neck. Timpani was about to get up, looking worried about the youngest of the group, but Blumiere took her hand, as to show her that she didn't need to act like so.

― "Ah... I just knew this was a joke..." heavily sighed Dimentio, to which the two girls give him a hard look, then they teleported away.

― "Don't worry, my sweetheart, I trust Nastasia in this matter." told the Count to his wife, but she still looked worried. "Soon enough, our little Mimi will understand that this matter wasn't serious at all and that it would be for her best to stay at home."

― "What?" asked Timpani. Dimentio looked at the Count too, shocked by his sayings.

― "Yes. Look at her. She goes wherever she wants to and doesn't come back before late, not caring a tiny bit about herself or us, and there she goes crying! I say, this little matter is bad for her and she should give up on it. It doesn't make any good."

― "Blumiere, dear, she's twenty, already."

― "Yes, and we are twenty-eight, what is your point?"

― "Well she's old enough to do whatever she wants to!"

― "Well not for me."

Dimentio looked at the couple, truly amazed by this conversation. Like... "What the hell?"

― "Yes, exactly, like what he said!" replied Timpani to her husband.

― "Dimentio."

― "Count..." sighed the jester, as he was getting ready to have a sermon about not saying certain words or not getting involved in other's things and whatever again.

― "I thought you like Mimi!"

― "What? Wait, what?"

― "Wouldn't you be happy that she stays home and doesn't go wander into any kind of danger?"

― "What? I never said that ― w-well yes, I wouldn't!"

― "What? Why?" asked the Count, shocked.

― "Because this place is boring! How am I suppose to play―"

― "Plus he's twenty-three, he is younger than us!" added Timpani, not listening to the magician.

― "Oh trust me, my heart, nobody will molest him."

― "Oh geez thanks for the concern!"

― "But he does act like a child!"

― "Hey, I'm right here, you know!"

― "Well he does his childish things at home, not outside, trying to find some foolish love or something!"

― "Didn't it even occur that the girl he loves is at home?"

― "Oh, yes, you do have a point here..."

― "Hey, I never said that I love that little brat!" shouted Dimentio, angry, not only because they weren't listening to him at all but also because they were saying things he never did.

― "You don't love her?" asked the Count, shocked.

― "Of course he does, he just doesn't want to admit it!" replied Timpani, getting a little angry too, but before Dimentio could do anything, the trio could hear Nastasia shouting.

― "No, Mimi, I won't do that, OK!?"

― "Oh my, the strict woman said the full word, it must be serious." said the magician with irony, as Nastasia went to her room, locking her door, leaving a Mimi pleading outside. They couldn't hear her, as she was upstairs, but it looked like it didn't take her long before she realized that she should give up. So instead, she went down the stairs and jumped in Timpani's arms. "Please, Tippi, you must help me find a pretty dress, I beg you!"

― "What? You were crying like an orphan before its broken doll because you need a stupid ugly dress!?" shouted the magical jester, not because she was looking for a dress but because she was still after that man! What in the world did she like in this guy? Because he was "mysterious"? Well he can be mysterious as hell when he wanted to! She slapped him.

― "It's not stupid, you stupid jerk!"

― "Wow such a rich vocabu―"

― "Shut up!"

― "Mimi, you must not use such wo―"

― "SHUT UP!" yelled Mimi at the Count, who, surprised, froze. "I hate you, Dimentio, I hate you! You ignorant fool! Why must you be so heartless?" she cried, and she raised her hand, but as the mage was about to dodge the attack, she simply turned around and ran away.

― "Mimi! Mimi, no! You're suppose to stay home, you're punished, young girl!"

― "You didn't tell her, dear." said Timpani, before the Count could run after her.

― "Oh, haven't I? Hum, erm, Mimi!"

― "And your reason isn't available anymore."

― "Really?" asked the Count, shocked.

― "Yes, she isn't heartbroken, she's just being herself."

― "Oh, dear, is that so... But, hey, it's midnight, she must not go outside the castle! At her age, she should be in bed, right now!"

― "Well what are you waiting for, my dear daddy?" joked Timpani, but her husband was already after the little green girl, leaving her with the jester, who was looking away. The silver haired girl looked at him, smiling, as he didn't want to say anything.

― "Having regrets?" she asked, amused, but he didn't reply. "Well, what did you expect?"

― "Nothing..."

Ah... even without his mask, he was still such a mystery... What could he be thinking, right now?

I say it again, english isn't my first language, so do forgive me if there is mistakes.