Warning: This fic contains vore, slash, emotional distress, physical injury, lots and lots of crying, and is generally for a mature audience. Read at your own discretion.
"What do you want with me? W-Where am I?"
"Good evening, Mr. L."
"N-No, that's not-"
"Cooperate, and save yourself the pain, Mr. L."
"H-How do you know my name?"
"I told you already. We found you unconscious in the castle and brought you here to recover. The only reason you are locked up is for our own safety."
"Oh, y-yeah… Are you sure? T-That doesn't seem quite right…"
The man's doubts were extinguished by a blaze of pain.
"Let's try again. Who are you?"
"That's right. And how did you get here?"
"I… Y-You s-s-saved me."
"Good. Count Bleck will be pleased with your progress. It's not very easy to recover from amnesia, you know."
"C-Can I come out now?"
"Mmm… We'll see."
The door closed.
"…P-Please don't leave me alone in here…"
He watched, and he smiled.
The jester's only movement was the soft rising and falling of his chest. More than five minutes had passed, though Luigi had no way of knowing that. Why on earth had he just collapsed like that?
There was a quiet groan, signifying Dimentio's return to consciousness. He raised his head and put his hand on his forehead, as if it ached. He sat up a little straighter, but still looked very weary.
"W-What's wrong with you?" Luigi asked, staring at him.
Dimentio gave a little start, as if he'd forgotten he was there. "…What?"
"You fainted…" Luigi supplied, forehead creased in thought.
"Oh, so I did…" Dimentio said, a touch dreamily. With slow, careful movements, he stood and left the room.
Luigi noticed that his balance appeared to be shot. He watched the door close and returned to staring at the ceiling. Something was wrong with his captor. He could use that. However, if something happened to Dimentio, it would mean bad things for him. He wasn't capable of caring for himself right now.
He tried to move his fingers again. Maybe they twitched. He felt a bit better now after the broth. That was good… Oh, who was he kidding? He was still trapped, still incapable of fight or flight, still at the mercy of his worst nightmare. Even if he could get past Dimentio, there was no escape from this dimension. He tried not to cry as he mulled over the fact that Dimentio still had full control over his life.
He puzzled over the reasons Dimentio had changed his plans. He puzzled over possible explanations for Dimentio's apparent illness. He puzzled over the gentleness of his ministrations. Even when he was being tortured, it hadn't really hurt, not until the end. He suppressed a shudder. He could think all he wanted, but he was never going to be able to answer any of these questions. He was sorely in need of something to occupy him. It was unfortunate he was alone.
Dimentio had to stop to lean against the wall to the left of his bedroom door. He actually needed to catch his breath. There were many, many, many answers to the question of what was wrong with him, but this particular answer was no mystery to him. He had used too much magic. To put it simply, he was just plain bloody exhausted.
He needed to pay better attention to his own body. How had he become so distracted? Luigi, of course, but why… Damn it! What were the answers to why? Why did he even care? He never cared about anyone but himself, but found himself considering Luigi's feelings anyway! He'd been called insane many a time, but now he'd really lost it, that was probably it.
He was doing it again. He'd just thought about how Luigi should be set for the next few hours so a nap would be fine. He shouldn't care about making Luigi wait for him to attend to his own needs. But he did. He just couldn't go back to ignoring his own emotions again.
Unable to muster up the energy to move again, he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. It was unfortunate that Luigi was occupying the only bed in Dimension D, because he would really like to sleep it in. He thought about sharing it, and felt disgusted with himself when the idea seemed appealing.
Maybe later. Right now, the floor would do. Feeling drained in more than one way, he closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep.
He awoke five hours later, still feeling like utter shit. He desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but forced himself to get up and go to the kitchen. He hadn't realized how little he'd been sleeping and eating, and he'd used entirely too much magic in too short a time span. He was lucky he hadn't killed himself what with how weak he felt right now.
And yet here he was, putting Luigi first. He poured some more of the broth into a bowl, shoved it in the microwave, and made a short trip to the bathroom to get a fresh bag of pain killer for the IV. He got a spoon out of a drawer and tiredly dragged himself to the bedroom.
Luigi immediately started staring at him again, clearly wondering why he was acting like a zombie. He wondered if he should wipe that look off his face, but something inside of him recoiled at the idea. Instead of doing that, he fed Luigi his broth and changed the IV bag, leaving quickly before questions could be asked. He really wished he knew how to deal with that something.
He threw the few things he was carrying down the hallway (they didn't go very far), and resumed his earlier position on the floor. He felt the idiotic need to be close by. He didn't understand himself, and that made him very anxious. Here he was, drained of energy, and feeling worse than he ever had before, all because of some mysterious feeling stinging his heart like a bee does to a bear.
Before he could really be bothered with thinking it over, he fell asleep again.
He slept for fifteen hours. He didn't realize at first, having lost touch with his internal clock. He stood, wearily stretching out his sore muscles. He felt better, awake at least. He was going to have to hold off on the magic for the next few days. If he used up that much energy again, he could very well die a second time. He was going to have to hope that he would be able to catch up later and fix any scarring that occurred. He cursed himself for the thought.
He went to the bathroom and looked at the clock there. He swore, realizing how long he'd been asleep for. He was severely late.
He grabbed more pain killer and hurriedly made his way to the bedroom. The thick glaze of agony covering Luigi's crystal blue eyes made it clear he was sorely in need of relief. Again, he felt an apology slip onto the tip of his tongue as he gave him a fresh dose, but instead he said, "I-I'll be back in a bit." He needed time to think… And a shower. A shower would be nice.
Luigi felt the medicine slowly work its way into his system. He'd barely heard what Dimentio had said. The last few hours had been pure torture. He knew Dimentio would do something like this. He'd only been acting nice to make it worse.
As his mind cleared, he picked up the sound of running water from somewhere. A shower, it sounded like. He felt envious, because he couldn't take one himself. Hate simmered in his chest. He had only been afraid of Dimentio before, but now he hate, hate, HATED him with everything he had. He had put him in this situation, prevented him from getting a good night's sleep for years, and was responsible for the long, wretched twisting his soul was enduring even now.
He seethed quietly until Dimentio came in. He was holding another bowl, but he didn't want it. He glared at him, transmitting every ounce of his frustration into the mismatched eyes. The jester paused and looked taken aback. He put the food aside and silently took a seat.
"Why did you do this to me… You're a monster…" Luigi said. "I wish you'd never been born. You deserve to…t-to be burned alive, t-tortured forever and ever." His voice trembled, falling to a whisper. "I-I just want to go home… I want to be free and-and healthy and… I want to stop being scared… Grambi…I'm so scared… You can do whatever you want to me for a very long time…" He closed his eyes, trying to blink away tears. His breathing hitched with sobs. "What did I ever do to deserve this! Grambi, why… Please… Just kill me… I can't…I can't stand to live like this! Just… Just…"
He had to let it all out. He didn't have any words left. The sobs turned into full-blown crying; long keening wails that echoed through the empty silence in the room. His chest heaved, tears trickling rapidly down his cheeks. He couldn't stop. This was all that was left to him.
Dimentio listened patiently. He inwardly flinched with each sentence, lowering his gaze with what he was coming to realize was shame. He couldn't stand the sound of Luigi's horrible crying. He stood and started to come closer. "No! S-Stay away from me," Luigi yelled at him.
Saying nothing, he leaned over the broken man. Gently, Dimentio cupped Luigi's cheeks in both hands and wiped away his tears. "I didn't mean to leave for so long… I fell asleep…" he said softly.
Luigi looked up at him, tears still running freely. Dimentio's eyes were blue again. "Is-is something wrong with you?"
The jester smiled a small, bitter smile. "No, I used too much magic is all. To heal you as I did earlier, I have to use my own energy and transfer it to you."
Dimentio was being nice again? This…This was unbearable. "Y-You… Why are you being nice to me?! You shouldn't…"
He shook his head, the smile growing slightly. "Ah ha ha… It's a complete mystery to me. Apparently, I was lying when I said all I wanted from you was your suffering. I've run myself ragged for you, and I don't know why. I am…frightened, to say the least."
To Luigi's complete disbelief, a tear made its way out of the eyehole of the mask and left a glistening trail down the porcelain. Dimentio leaned down further and lightly kissed the plumber's forehead. "I… I'm sorry…"
Luigi said nothing, speechless. Dimentio met his gaze evenly, a few more tears escaping from his icy blue eyes before he turned away. He started to leave, but hesitated at the door and looked back over his shoulder. Luigi still cried silently, eyes turned to the ceiling. He saw in his mind's eye the atrocious burns he'd inflicted upon him, heard the screams and the pleadings, and as he looked upon the fractured being he'd created, he finally recognized what emotions he had contracted. He didn't want to leave. He wanted, no…needed to comfort him. He was so very tired of pushing away his heart.
Luigi tried to take it all in, processing the rawness he'd seen in the jester's eyes. Wait, he was coming back now? He felt Dimentio move some of the pillows propping him up, a hand pushing against his shoulder blades to support him. He winced a little, wondering what was going on now. The bed creaked as weight was added to it. He started to become a little frightened, unable to see what the jester was doing.
It wasn't until arms gently wrapped around his waist that he realized he was now laying in Dimentio's lap. He could feel knees folded side by side under his shoulders, and the rise and fall of his breathing pressing lightly into the back of his neck. Without thinking, he blurted out, "I-I could hear it…"
"What?" Dimentio asked softly.
"Your heartbeat… F-From inside…" Luigi said, blushing. Why had he said that? Where had his anger gone?
"Oh…" Dimentio wasn't sure what to think of it. He suppressed a chuckle, finding it interesting in a morbid way. "I have no right to ask for your forgiveness… Everything you said earlier is true. I don't think I wish to be that way anymore… I've never truly been happy, not really..."
"…What did you mean when you said you couldn't do it?" Luigi asked in a hushed voice.
He sighed a long, tired sigh. "There has been only one person I've ever remotely cared about besides myself. Oh, Luigi… That person was Mr. L…"
"But…you murdered him, just like that…" Luigi said, perturbed.
"Yes… I regret very few things, but that…that was the biggest mistake I have ever made… I wish things had gone differently…"
Luigi was beginning to understand. "I-I'm not him…"
"No, but Mr. L never truly existed in the first place," Dimentio said. "Hearing you die… It did something to me, and I can't ignore it anymore. I'm sick of myself, of this sadistic, twisted creature that I am. I hate it."
There was silence for a long, agonizing moment. Luigi thought about how insane this all was as he listened to the heartbeat of the person beside him. "…Are you going to let me go?"
Dimentio didn't answer right away. "I…suppose I will. I don't wish to hurt you anymore…" No, he didn't want Luigi to go away! He didn't want to be alone again, not now...
"And the others?" Luigi asked, voice trembling with unconcealed hope.
"I won't bother them. Whatever desire I had for vengeance has vanished."
Luigi closed his eyes in relief, finally able to stop crying. "…What now…"
Dimentio reached up and erased the other man's tears. "You heal." And what of me, he asked himself. "You don't need to be afraid," he said to no one in particular.
Luigi sighed quietly. The human touch felt nice, though he didn't want it from the one who had done this to him in the first place. But his anger had already faded away. Exhaustion started to lap over him, and he didn't fight the urge to sleep. Somehow, he felt safe in the arms of his enemy, confident for now that nothing else would befall him.
Dimentio watched Luigi drift off to sleep, wanting to hold him tighter but being unable to without hurting him. Old, painful desires he'd thought he'd extinguished long ago had resurfaced in the past several days. The desire to belong, the desire to be with someone, to banish away the hurt and loneliness deep inside of him. It was impossible for Luigi to return his feelings. He knew the man was haunted by him, and he'd almost taken his life more than once. But still, there was always foolish hope.
He stayed there for a while, cherishing the other's company.