Dimentio's Illness
Chapter 2
"Nastasia..." A tired voice spoke as loudly as it could.
She poked her head in. "Yeah, Dimentio?" Nastasia had been walking in the hall. His door being open to let some air in, he had seen her.
"Are you busy?" He asked, not wanting to interfere with her work.
"No, why?"
"Can you sit with me?" His words surprised her, as he usually didn't want anything to do with her.
"Uh... 'K." She said, hesitating for a moment. She slowly walked into the room, wondering if this was some sort of trick. Even if he was on his death bed, he would pour ice cubes down someone's shirt.
As if reading her mind, he answered her question. "Don't worry, I'm not tricking you. I just want some company, since everyone is avoiding me like I have the Black Plague or something..." This speech obviously hurt, since he had stopped abruptly in the middle of "something", making it sound more like Some. Thing.
"Do you want everybody to come see you?" She asked, pulling the blankets up to his chin.
"Yes. I know it may not seem like it, but I do enjoy seeing the other minions."
"Anyone in particular?" She asked, smiling.
"Ha. You wish." he said, smiling as well.
"Well, I think I'm gonna go tell the other minions that you're feeling a bit better and would like some company. Or, do you still want me to sit with you?" she asked.
"No. You can go if you want..." He said sadly, teasing her. He then smiled. She returned the smile.
"'K. Someone will be up here in a bit. Bye." She whispered in a sing-song voice, walking out the door.
"Ciao... bella..." he spoke Ciao, however he whispered bella, in case she knew Italian.
However, she heard him say bella. She knew some Italian, and that word was certainly in her vocabulary. Nastasia just smiled, and teleported downstairs.
"How to tell her..." he thought to himself.
"How do I make her understand? How do I make myself understand? Why do I feel for her? Is it her beauty? Her voice? Her kindness to me? What? How?"
"How..." he said to no one.
"How what?" Mr. L asked, walking in through the open door. "Do you want this open?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, I need some air in here."
"Why don't you open the window?"
"No. It makes the room to bright."
"What are you, a vampire?" Mr. L asked, laughing. He sat down on the end of his bed.
Dimentio just smiled. "Not exactly. My eyes are very sensitive to light without my mask."
"Oh. But, you are wearing your mask." Mr. L said, puzzled.
"No I'm not, look at my eyes." Dimentio turned on the lamp sitting on his nightstand.
"Woah, your eyes are all black! Dude, no offence, but that's just creepy." Dimentio's eyes were a glossy jet black, with no clear pupil. "And how come you wear a mask if your face and your mask look the same?"
"I am a species of ShyGuy known as Tranken ShyGuy. I am from a tribe named Maliquey, meaning Enemy. My tribe was always an enemy to Count Bleck's tribe, thus the name they gave us. And yes, my eyes are creepy, so I wear my mask and hopefully I won't scare people." This speech obviously hurt him as well. Although he had spoken very slowly, he was out of breath by the time he had finished.
"You mean there are others like you? So, you're not a freak of nature?"
"You thought I was a freak of nature?" Dimentio asked, turning off his lamp and settling back in bed.
"Well, I mean I've never seen anything that looks like you, and... well, uh..." Suddenly, Mr. L felt sorry.
"It's alright. I have been called worse." Dimentio replied.
"Like what?"
"I don't enjoy cursing."
"Oh. Never mind then." Mr. L looked down at his feet.
"Hey, did you upgrade Brobot recently?" Dimentio asked, changing the subject.
"Uh, yeah, actually. Now, he's Brobot L type, since the last one was destroyed. Now, he's got arms, feet and more powerful missiles! Plus his firing speed is three times faste-"
"MR. L!" Mimi's voice rang through the castle.
"Uh-oh... i think you're in trouble..." Dimentio said, pulling up the blanket.
Mr. L turned to him and whispered a "Help me!" just as Mimi came through the door, looking angry.
"MR. L! WHERE'S MY DIARY?!" she yelled in his ear.
"Thanks for making me deaf!" he said, pushing her away.
"ANSWER ME!"
"You need to take a chill pill, girl. I don't know where it is. I haven't even stepped foot in the hallway that leads to your room. The only places I've been today are my room, the meeting hall and here, Dimentio's room." Mr. L smirked at the young girl.
"Oh, speaking of Dimmy, are you feeling any better? DID YOU TAKE MY DIARY?" Mimi asked loudly.
"Hey? Did you totally forget what Nassy said? Don't call him Dimmy!" Mr. L stood up.
"Mimi, darling, I need help just to get to the bathroom at the end of the hall. There is no way that I could climb three sets of stairs on my own, find your diary, and climb back down the stairs without seriously injuring myself." He reasoned in his usual smart-alack tone.
"You could have teleported!" She countered.
"True, however when one becomes ill their powers decrease with them, so I still could not have found your diary. And did Nastasia say that? That's nice of her..." He smiled at the thought of his long-time crush.
"Uh... yeah, she did... Anyway, I don't know about you two, but I'm starving. I think Nassy's making some sandwiches for lunch." Mr. L rubbed his gloved hands together.
"Ugh, please don't talk about food..." Dimentio groaned.
"Sorry. C'mon, Mimi. Let's give Dimentio some sleep time." Mr. L motioned for Mimi to follow him out the door. She did.
"Bye, Dimentio. Have a good sleep." She waved to him.
"And you have a good... lunch. Yuck. But before you go, could you close the door please?" He snuggled deeper under the covers.
"Yup." and Mimi closed the door.
Dimentio pulled out his rabbit from under the covers, held on tight, and fell into a deep, deep sleep.