Out of Place

Learning Magic

The cloak.

He could get that cloak back.

Dimentio had nothing, NOTHING, of his old life except for himself. It shouldn't have mattered to him. He wished it didn't matter to him.

But...

He wanted it. He wanted that cloak. He wanted a part of that once happy, perfect world back.

"... Give it," He stated, lowering himself so his feet were just barely off the ground so he was closer to Dio's height, still keeping himself taller to symbolize that he was the one with the power in this negotiation.

"No. Not until you teach me how to get home," Dio replied, smiling ever so slightly as he did. But it wasn't his usual smile. No, this smile looked more like the one Mr. L was used to seeing on Dimentio. Wasn't quite used to seeing it on Dio, however.

Dimentio groaned and rubbed his temples in an annoyed manner. "Why don't you give me the cloak, and then I'll teach you."

"You know... I can sense that you are a very distrusting person," Dio pointed out, holding his hands behind his back and leaning forward ever so slightly. "And I respect that. However, we will never get anywhere if we do not compromise. You teach me, and I give you the cloak before I go. Deal?"

"... What exactly am I signing?" Dimentio clarified. "I want to know, are you just going to use these powers to return to your home, or is there something else you have planned?"

"I just want to get home!" Dio chimed. "That's all. OOH, and... help bring this lady's Count back. I promised I would, so I kinda have to-"

"Excuse me?!" Both Mr. L and Dimentio exclaimed at the same time. Of course, this was new information to Mr. L, as he wasn't there when Dio promised Nastasia and the rest of team Bleck that he would somehow bring their beloved Count Bleck back from an unknown location.

"...Well, I regret to inform you that even that is not within my power range," Dimentio stated plainly. "I cannot raise the dead. If I could then I would have done so long ago. And besides, the Count himself isn't even dead. He and his love are simply lost. Out of place, if you will. And I do not believe that they wish to be found."

"Oh. W-well... I'm sure I will be able to figure something out," Dio chimed. 

Both Mr. L and Dimentio highly doubted it, but that didn't quite matter. Who cared if this other Dimentio didn't keep a promise he made to Nastasia. He would be leaving soon anyhow, so what would she be able to do about it?

"I can tell what you two are thinking," Dio said, softly smiling his usual smile once again. "But I'll have you know that I do intend on keeping my promise to her."

"And I intended on creating a perfect world," Dimentio retorted. "Some things don't go the way we plan. But never mind that. We can deal with this issue later. Let us first focus on getting this done as quickly as possible so we may go our separate ways and never speak again."

Dio's eyes lit up. Had he won?! Was Dimentio really going to teach him? Had his plan actually worked?!

"Alright!" Dio chimed, not taking that as an insult, but instead as a step in the right direction! He didn't want to waste any more time than necessary. "Teach me the magic!"

Dimentio let out a breath, then lowered himself to the ground, waving his hand, magically lifting Mr. L into the air. The man in green let out a shout of protest as Dimentio flicked his hand to the side, sending Mr. L flying to the side so he was about twenty feet away from them now.

"First thing about magic, it's about precision. If you are not precise when levitating or teleporting, you could accidentally make a fatal mistake. For instance, if I were to mess up and lose focus right now, I could accidentally send Mr. L a hundred thousand feet into the air and lose my connection with him, which would result in him being dropped and falling to his death."