Out of Place

My Cloak

Okay, what is with people in this dimension attacking me?! Dio thought to himself. 

"Where. Did. You. Get. That. Cloak."

It sounded less like a question and more like a demand. Actually, it was almost more of a confirmation. Dimentio saw that cloak burn up. It was in ashes. So why. Why was some random man here with Mr. L, wearing it?! He could tell it was his father's. It had the same shape. The same special fabric. It was the exact hue of purple that his father's cloak was. It couldn't be another cloak, because he had searched and searched for a cloak like that one after everything was taken from him. They simply didn't make ancient cloaks and hand them out. So what was this man doing with one?!

"DIMENTIO! GET OFF OF HIM!" Mr. L exclaimed, grabbing Dimentio's shoulder and trying to pull him back, when Dimenito ripped his arm away from the man in green, looking as if he was about to strangle Dio. 

"NO, YOU TRAITOR! WHERE DID YOU GET IT?!" Dimentio exclaimed, almost sounding emotional now, as if seeing the cloak awoke something from deep within himself. "IT'S MINE! WHERE DID YOU GET IT?!"

"M-My dad gave it to me!" Dio cried, holding his hands up as if he was surrendering. His hood still covered his face, so Dimentio couldn't quite see what he had looked like. 

But he could hear the voice.

His voice.

Dimentio's eyes softened to an utterly lost look, then narrowed back to anger as if he was dismissing the small detail. He clenched his free fist as he held the projectile even closer to Dio's face. 

He could kill him in a second and take the cloak back for himself. It would be pretty easy, no doubt. Even easier than killing L was.

"DIMENTIO! It's not yours!" Mr. L harshly exclaimed, trying to pull him back once again. Dimentio however, fought against him with all his might, as if this was more important than anything.

"YES, IT IS!" Dimentio cried. "IT'S MINE! LET ME GO L! IT'S MINE!"

"You're right! You're right!" Dio quickly exclaimed, reaching up and taking his hood off his face so Dimentio could see. "You're right..."

Dimentio froze up upon seeing that face. 

Seeing HIS face. 

He suddenly stopped struggling, giving Mr. L the chance to pry him off of Dio, holding him back so he wouldn't gouge the cloaked boy's eyes out or something.

"What in all things holy..." Dimentio whispered under his breath, looking at Dio in horror. It was getting harder and harder to hide the emotion in his eyes now. He was so thankful for the mask he wore. Had he been dreaming? He must have been dreaming. This couldn't be real. "I'm about as lost as a mouse in a maze."

Dio's fear quickly melted away as his eyes lit up, a small smile snaking its way onto his face.

"And I'm as useless as a gun with no trigger," Dio laughed, standing up and smiling as he did so, almost acting as if his life wasn't just being so brutally threatened. "Why don't we start over-"

"What are you?!" Dimentio exclaimed in an accusing tone. "Shadoo?! Some sort of demon?! A faulty clone? A reflection that had somehow gained consciousness?! Answer me!"

"Um, I don't know who Shadoo is. I'm not a demon. I am definitely not a reflection. My name is-"

"GET TO THE POINT!" Dimentio demanded.

"I-I'm trying! I'm-"

"JUST SPIT IT OUT!"

"JUST LET ME!" Dio exclaimed, sounding much louder and harsher than he meant to. He fell silent for a second, then lightly smiled. "Oh my Grambi... I..."