Do you even know me?

Chapter Five

Dimentio POV

'My, Mr.L is getting a bit more feisty..' I thought, smiling. I don't know what it was, the fact that he didn't believe that he was the father of the Princesses baby or that he was angry that I threw him in the lake, which made him tackle me like that, but heck, I'm not complaining. Heh..thing is, he was always feisty. Ever since I created him.  He only looks like that pathetic green plumber, but...handsome. In shape, and attractive. I shook my head, laughing at the thought of cold lake water slipping down his chest and abs. I have to admit, I was attracted to the demon fellow, but in this case, work comes first. 'Sorry, Mr.L'  I thought as my eyes caught sight of Luigi. 'Your going to have to wait...'

Luigi POV

I don't know where I'm going. I just know that after my laughing fit, I started walking.

That's it, your almost there.

"What?"

Your almost there...

"Where?"

The Mushroom Castle, that's where. Don't tell me you forgot, sweetheart?

I growl slightly, my teeth poking my lip, drawing a drop of crimson blood. "Don't call me sweetheart, you bastard."

Well fine, babe.

I growl more. "Enough with the damn pet names!"

Heh,  someone's feisty!

I roll my eyes and keep walking, knowing what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna kill Mario, so I can finally kill myself. "Tisk Tisk, Luigi. Naughty thoughts your having, are you?" I jump and take out my knife, opening it with a flick of my wrist. "Who's there?" I inwardly groan. Great comeback, Luigi. You wimp. Show the bastard you mean it! "Well? Show yourself or my knife will give you a new smile, you son of a bitch!" I hear a laugh. "That's all you got, Luigi? After everything I've taught you?" All of a sudden, a figure appears in the shadows of the trees. I hear it sigh. "Oh well, guess we all can't be like handsome ol' Mr.L, now can we?" I grip the dark green and black knife harder, not taking my eyes off the figure. "Who are you?" He steps out of his hiding spot. I see his black and yellow eyes, his purple, black and yellow clothes. For the first time in forever, my heart stopped.

No...

That's impossible..

He can't be...

He senses my thoughts, because he starts laughing. "Yes, my dear Luigi, I'm not supposed to be here. After Count Bleck and Tippi destroyed the Chaos heart, I was supposed to be gone forever." He laughs and takes a step closer to me. "My, you've gotten...hmm.." He cocks his head to the side, taking me in. My shirt is ripped so much, its not even covering me, just my chest and a little bit of my stomach and back. My jeans are dirty and torn, coated with blood, mud, and grime. My hair is matted with the same as my jeans, and it's sticking out in all directions. My body is covered with cuts and bruises, but my left arm tingles with slight pain. I cut myself two days ago; I was going inane. Dimentio steps closer to me, and to my own shock, I don't move. He cups my dirty cheek in his cold palm. His black and yellow eyes stare at me with empathy and power. He then takes my stinging arm into his hands, the cold feeling of them sending sparks through it. I must have flinched, because his touch softens. "I'll heal them. Don't worry." His tone is as soft as his touch, and i'm surprised. He tells me to sit, and I do, the grass flattening under my weight. Which isn't much. Living in the forest for a year and a half doesn't exactly mean you have a gourmet breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday. Gently, he takes off what remains of my torn, dirty pajama shirt and tosses it to the side.

'Why is he doing this?'

Every instinct I have is telling me to run, but I don't. I sit and watch him looking over the various wounds all around my body. "How many have you killed, Luigi?" His question shocked me. "I...I don't really know." My voice is a whisper. He sighs again and puts his palm on the most terrible wounds, saying something under his breath. I watch as they instantly disappear. He smiles at me and shakes his head. "Don't let the power go to your head, green lightning." He taps my temple with the tips of his fingers and stands. "I'll let you go for now. You have work to do." I stand and sigh. "Wait--" He looks at me with a smirk. "Yes?" I bite my lip, hating myself for suddenly being so weak. "Why'd you help me just now?" He steps to me and laughs. "You have work to do, dear Luigi. I can't have you hurt and killing people." He smirks and floats above my head. "But-" Before I can say more, he ushers a small Chao and tips his hat to me, disappearing into thin air. I look at my upper body. No scars at all. Even though my hair and clothes are still a complete mess. But whatever. Like he said, I have a job to do.

Kill Mario.