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Warning: This fic contains vore, slash, emotional distress, physical injury, mentions of rape, lots and lots of crying, and is generally for a mature audience. Read at your own discretion.

This chapter has the nickname of "Crying: The Chapter." Also, small warning. You could probably consider this emotional abuse, but it'll pass.

I've thought about putting more specific warnings, like trigger warnings, but I'm just not sure. They're rather big spoilers. I don't want to make anyone have a panic attack...

If any of you start feeling uncomfortable or such while reading, please stop and do what you need to to protect yourself. You can leave a comment/PM me to say that there needs to be a trigger warning on a specific chapter, and I will add it ASAP.

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Luigi blinked up at the ceiling. He didn't react in any way, only letting it happen. Eventually, Dimentio's sobs faded away, and the jester straightened. He stiffly stood and turned away, distancing himself. "My apologies... And after I just said I wasn't going to do that..." he muttered.

He looked over his shoulder and saw that Luigi was wearing a completely neutral expression. He didn't meet his gaze. Dimentio haltingly went back to his chair and sat down in the fetal position, hiding his face.

It was silent. The record player began to skip as the record finished the last track. It was the only sound until Dimentio finally flicked a finger at it, causing the needle to lift. Dimentio raise his head and stared at Luigi. "...Say something."

Luigi said nothing.

Dimentio sighed, the sound betraying the amount of stress he was feeling. He continued to watch Luigi, but the man's only movements were to blink and breathe. He couldn't take the silence any longer. He got up and left, slamming the door behind him.

Luigi flinched. His thoughts had derailed, and he made no effort to fix them. Eventually though, his brain started working again. Dimentio had kissed him. Dimentio had KISSED him. And the fact that he didn't know how to feel about it was completely disgusting.

He had been kissed before by Princess Daisy, and those little pecks had made his heart flutter. But this... It-It shouldn't make him feel this way! Dimentio was his worst enemy! Dimentio was a villain, a murderer, one of the vilest creatures to exist! So why... Why did it make him feel all warm and tingly inside, like blushing? Why was it so easy to forget about all those bad things?

Grambi help him, he had truly gone insane. In just a few days, Dimentio had turned from a despicable villain into a pitiful creature. He had very few doubts that this was an act now. Dimentio had too much pride to bring himself down to this level on purpose. Voluntarily or not, he had shown him his very soul, the hidden pain that wracked his heart. Luigi cursed himself for feeling pity and even compassion.

He hated himself. He hated Dimentio. He hated everything. He screamed one long scream before returning to his silence, chest heaving with ragged breaths.

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Dimentio slammed the door, standing there a moment with clenched fists. He wanted to tear down the world, blow everything up. He counted himself lucky that he was too tired to do so. The course of his emotions changed, and he bent in half and wrapped his arms around his stomach, trying to fight the desperate ache that rose there. He bumped into the wall and slid down it, wracked with more silent sobs.

It would be so, so easy to take Luigi. All he had to do was disregard the other's emotions, and he would be his forever. But it was the one line he refused to cross. It was silly, really, when torture and murder seemed perfectly fine. He met many people he desired, but never took them. He had always known, subconsciously, that this was the one thing he'd like to do right. It was important to him.