My Multicolored Cloak

Crime Time

Dimentio's siblings were beyond irritated with him and his new cloak. Every time he strutted around, they couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. The way he held his head high and grinned, with his two glowing yellow eyes shining with joy, only made them despise him more. It was as if he was flaunting his newfound confidence and happiness in their faces, and it drove them up the wall. They tried to ignore him, but it was impossible to ignore the way he radiated with positivity. It was like he was living in a world of his own, and they were just mere spectators.

Dimentio's siblings were used to this kind of treatment. They had long accepted that he was the favorite child, and it didn't faze them anymore. It was just the way of the world, and they had learned to live with it. However, it still stung to see him get all the cool things, especially when their family wasn't exactly rolling in money. Caleb must have spent a fortune on that cloak, and they couldn't help but wonder what else he could have done with that money. Maybe he could have helped all of his children instead of just showering Dimentio with gifts.

The siblings had grown accustomed to their jealousy and annoyance towards him. It was a part of their everyday life, and they had learned to live with it. However, what really got under their skin was when he started talking about his dreams. They couldn't help but roll their eyes and tune him out, but it was hard not to be annoyed when he spoke of how he had a vision that he would rise above the rest of them. It was as if he was rubbing his success in their faces, and it made them seethe with anger. They wanted to tell him to stop bragging, that he wasn't any better than them, but they knew that it would only fuel his ego. So they kept quiet and pretended to listen, all the while seething with resentment.

Despite the resentment they felt towards Dimentio, his siblings didn't really care about his visions. Half of them didn't even believe him, and the other half just didn't care. It was just another one of his quirks. They had learned to tune him out whenever he started talking about it. They had bigger things to worry about. They had their own problems to deal with, and they couldn't afford to waste their time on something as trivial as Dimentio's stupid dreams. So they just let him be and went about their own business. None of them really even cared anymore.

But Benjamin did. Small, naive, innocent Benjamin.

Dimentio had been writing, as always, when Benjamin made the mistake of sitting across from him and asking him what he was writing about.

"Hmm?" Dimentio hummed, keeping his eyes on his notebook.

"I said, whatcha writing?" Benjamin eagerly asked.

"I'm just jotting down my vision," Dimentio shrugged.

"Which was...?"

"None of your business."

"Aw, come on Dimmy. Please?" Benjamin begged, pouting his lips and batting his eyes. He wasn't used to his siblings saying no to him. Everyone else seemed eager to share everything with him, as he was probably the only sibling that literally everyone trusted. Not that he didn't deserve that trust. He was a good secret keeper, and he enjoyed being able to be a listening ear for everyone. He knew he didn't have powers like the rest of his family, so he tried to do everything he could to be helpful to his father and siblings. But Dimentio was different. He was always so secretive and distant, even with the youngest sibling. Benjamin had tried his best to get through to him, but it seemed like he was the only one who never got to see what was inside Dimentio's head. 

As far as he could tell, Dimentio was the only one who didn't have a favorite sibling. (While Benjamin never showed it, his favorite was Theo. The guy was actually really sweet whenever he actually chose to speak. Not AS sweet as Benjamin, but still sweet, and he cared for the environment which was a plus. Though Benjamin liked Andre a lot too. He liked being the only person to know Andre's abilities. It made him feel special.)