Out of Place

Fighting

~ TW ~

"DIO!" A voice cried, a second before he could do it. A second before he could end it all. Not a moment later, Dio could feel someone tackle him from the side. The knife went flying out of his hand and clattered onto the ground, just a few feet out of his grasp.

He didn't seem to notice any of the world around him. All his focus was just on that knife. He grit his teeth and kept his eyes trained on it, trying to reach out and grab it when whoever had so rudely interrupted his death grabbed his wrists to prevent him from grabbing ahold of it. He immediately hissed in pain because of the fresh cuts.

"DIO! LISTEN TO ME!" The voice begged, for once sounding full of emotion. The voice sounded terrified.

Dio ignored.

"That's. Not. My. Name." Dio spat, still keeping his eyes trained on the blade, desperately trying to struggle against the other's grip and grab ahold of it.

"Dimentio." The voice begged, quivering now.

Dio paused his struggling and looked up, being met with two mismatched eyes, and an unmasked face.

"Dimentio, please," Dimentio begged. Never had he ever looked so terrified. "Please... don't go."

Dio paused, for the first time getting a real look at Dimentio's face. He did expect it to look like his own, but for some reason, it was strange to actually see it. 

And... it didn't look EXACTLY like his own. Yes, the eyes were different, but so was the overall shape. Dimentio seemed ever so slightly thinner, and his eyes drooped slightly more as if more tired. His eyebrows were thinner as well. Dio had a slightly younger appearance, seeming to hold more innocence. 

Dio furrowed his eyebrows, then shifted his gaze to behind Dimentio, where Mr. L was standing, holding Dimentio's mask in one hand, and using the other to cover his mouth. He too looked horrified.

Dio hated that. He hated how he made them both look that way.

"How did you find me?" Dio asked emptily as he rested the side of his head on the ground, seeming to stare off at nothing.

"L heard you," Dimentio answered, sounding worried and concerned.

"You aren't wearing your mask," Dio pointed out next as if it was not obvious.

"That is true," Dimentio admitted, cringing at the feeling of blood clotting on his hands where he was holding Dio's wrists.

"Why?" Dio asked, still sounding empty. He looked so tired. He sounded so defeated.

"Because I don't need to hide anymore," Dimentio replied.

"How lucky," Dio spat. 

Never had he ever sounded more like Dimentio. It was almost scary. His voice sounded so empty now.

He then quickly kicked Dimentio back as if he had suddenly got a burst of energy. The fact that he did that hurt more than the blow did. Dimentio wasn't expecting the blow, so it completely caught him off guard. 

"I'm going home," Dio said, immediately crawling and reaching for the knife.

Only just before he could grab the object, Dimentio snapped his fingers, making the blade appear in his own hands. "Listen to me," He begged, his mismatched eyes soft.

"I don't need your pity!" Dio retorted, snapping his fingers and making the knife appear in his own hands once again. "Back off. Just leave me be-"

"NO!" Dimentio exclaimed, charging forward and reaching for the knife. He wasn't able to successfully grab it, but he did knock it out of Dio's hands before he could hurt himself anymore.