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ionlydatesassyelves · 4 years

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been dabbling a little more on that fic concept so here’s the next little bit of Mr. L holding Dimentio hostage

"This is a touch obvious, is it not?" Dimentio noted, glancing around. The small house L was dragging him towards was, indeed, the only residence in the surrounding area. But it was also standing in a vast clearing, closer to the empty shoreline than the thicket of trees they were leaving the safety of.

L approached the house anyway, quickly skirting along the edge of it and glancing inside the dark windows. "Out of the city," he quickly reasoned. "Vacation house. Winter's 'round the corner. Too cold for beach trips."

The house was, indeed, entirely empty. It was also locked, L discovered when he tried the doorknob. He jerked his arm that was tied to Dimentio's and prompted "Get us in."

"With what?" Dimentio laughed incredulously.

L rolled his eyes and muttered "useless motherfucker" as he shoved the pistol into the waistband of his pants. He ran his fingers around the top of the doorframe, the welcome mat, the pathway stones, until he produced a spare key that had been hidden in the dirt of one of the window mounted flower boxes. "You got no fucking magic either?" He snapped, a little louder, as he opened the door and let himself in.

Dimentio stumbled in after him with another small chuckle. "Had I a single drop of magic in my blood still, be certain I would not have allowed you to wrestle me to the filthy ground."

L slammed the door shut and locked it behind them, then shoved Dimentio's back against the door and held him there with an arm across his chest and the gun pointed under his jaw. "This funny to you?" he growled.

"Comedy and tragedy are but two sides of the same coin," Dimentio said playfully.

L just snarled in anger and grabbed the collar of Dimentio's cloak to drag him further inside. He selected one of the wooden chairs at the dining table to push Dimentio into. Then he took the scarf binding their wrists in his teeth and tried to pry the knot undone without dropping his weapon again. Dimentio helpfully held a palm up and offered "Shall I hold that to my own head for you?"

L knocked the blunt end of the handle against Dimentio's head, startling a sharp cry out of him. He did, somehow, manage to untie them and wriggle his own wrist free. He knelt down and set his gun on the floor to properly secure both of Dimentio's hands behind the back of the chair, and even tied the scarf to the framework itself for good measure.

"If you split my skull, we will both be quite out of luck," Dimentio quietly complained, gently shaking his head to clear his viion somewhat.

"Don't be a smartass," L advised. He stepped over to the adjacent chair and angled it to face the magician before collapsing into it. The gun raised to point at Dimentio's head again, and L prompted "You come up with any good answers yet?"

Dimentio shifted in his chair, trying to wiggle his shoulders into a more comfortable position. "Well, I would venture to guess you have no answers of your own."

"I don't have a gun to my head," L pointed out.

Dimentio flicked his gaze to the weapon again, then back to L. "Where did you obtain that?"

L narrowed his eyes.

Dimentio let a sort of frustrated sigh escape him. "Honestly, Mr. L, we are like blind leading the blind down a cruel and treacherous path. We can compromise, at least, can we not? No tricks, all cards on the table, and we can sort this mess out together."

A very tense silence filled the room.

L's rather displeased expression did not shift, but he did eventually mutter "Nicked it off a d-man. A dead one."

Dimentio's brow rose at that claim. "So, they are slaughtering d-men? No wonder Jaydes has yet to regain control of the situation."

"What are they?" L prompted again, tipping the gun to redirect Dimentio's attention.

Dimentio sighed. "Something long forgotten. 'Inklings' they call themselves. Only fragments of memories of what they used to be."

"What did I say about your bullshit riddles," L snarled.

"You asked what I know, and that is what I know," Dimentio said. "They are unknown. They are nothing but an idea of something that no longer exists. They are not made to exist and live in a world that has forgotten them."

"Then how are they here?" L argued. "That's not a small group, either, that's an army."

Dimentio took a moment to very sincerely flounder for words. "I… do not know," he admitted. "I had thought these worlds safe from them, because it rejects them. I am unsure how they were able to cross over."

L frowned, obviously unsatisfied with that answer. "What're they after you for?"

Dimentio shrugged and leaned back in the chair with a heavy sigh. "Who in these worlds does not have some grudge to settle with me? You, yourself, delayed your own escape from the depths of hell to seize the deliciously irresistible opportunity to smite me."

"You shouldn't have- …been there…" L said, impulsively angry before he managed to bite back his tone and stop volunteering information.

Dimentio met his cold stare evenly. Eventually, he took a very deep breath and looked around the room, shifting his feet anxiously on the floor. "My magic missing is no happenstance…" he said slowly. "I do not feel… complete. I believe I may have miscalculated when I took my final bow. My soul is rather damaged."

L shifted in his own chair and felt his finger itch at the trigger. "Yeah. Mine too."

Dimentio laughed once. "Ah, yes. Unfortunate that we had to part ways on such terms."

L didn't have a response to that beyond raising his other hand to steady the gun. Not to take aim and fire. To hide the shaking in his hands. Dimentio noticed anyway, but decided not to comment and instead tilted his head back inquisitively. "No. I should not have been at the castle," he volunteers. "I suspect I was being pieced back together before Her Infernal Majesty could weigh my sins and decide how to dispose of me."

Dimentio shifted, slowly, to lean forward. L flinched when he did and jerked the gun as a warning. "Do tell me, Mr. L…" the magician continued. "What were you doing at the castle? When I beckoned to you in the depths of Luigi's mind, my call went unanswered. I had assumed that you were eradicated from him completely."

"Dunno," L snapped, his voice tight with anger. "Just woke up. Last thing I remembered is you fucking lighting me on fire."

Dimentio grinned, and flicked his gaze over L. "Ah. Then these are not from our final act."

L's brow pushed together in confusion, caught somewhat off-guard by the comment. He was caught more off-guard by Dimentio's face suddenly falling, the magician's gaze darting across the floor as he thought frantically. He slowly sat back up in his own chair as realization began to dawn on him. "...Luigi did not fall with me. I left him behind."

"The fuck's that mean?" L pressed.

Dimentio surveyed his captor again. "We may have been in the castle for the same reason," he said, slowly and carefully, as if he were defusing a bomb. "Perhaps your soul is incomplete as well. Waiting on what remains to join it in the afterlife."

L shifted uneasily. "...you think… Luigi's not dead."

"I would wager, yes," Dimentio confirmed.

L squinted at him. "But, I am."

"I assure you, Mr. L, I am no less baffled by the situation," Dimentio said with a small smile. "Listen to yourself… do you know him? Your memory troubled you greatly when we both toiled under the count."

L shifted again and felt his heartbeat somewhat falter. It became more of a conscious effort to not let his gaze drift from Dimentio. "It's… fuzzy," he decided at length. "I know he's… me… or, I guess I'm him. He was here first."

Dimentio nodded calmly. "Nastasia hypnotized him to serve the count. It pushed aside his memories of a former life and old allies to make room for the unwavering loyalty she required. I thought, when I killed you, that I had successfully reversed the process to - how would one phrase it… 'switch back' to Luigi. But, as I have previously lamented, I failed to switch him back to you."

"Because I was gone," L supplied. "Because I was dead. You killed me."

Dimentio shrugged. "Luigi survived. Enough that the Damned Queen herself recognized his soul as one of the living, and allowed him to walk out freely."

"But you killed me," L growled louder. "You fucking said it, that's what you were trying to do."

Were the glowing sockets in his mask any less empty and vacant, Dimentio might have rolled his eyes. "Linger on faults of my improvisational skills all you like - or, we could move along to the moment at present and begin the arduous process of remedying the situation."

A bark of shocked laughter escaped L, and he couldn't help smiling. "I'm not helping you! Are you insane?"

"Why not?" Dimentio asked, clearly baffled. "We are in the same situation - incomplete and unstable. Our souls could not last inside the realm of Her Lowliness' protection, much less beyond it. But, perhaps if we could locate our missing- "

"You're not gonna touch him," L snapped.

Dimentio's face fell, and he narrowed his eyes. "Mr. L… do try to be reasonable about this."

L's lip curled into a snarl, and he cocked the hammer on the gun as a warning. "You're not gonna touch him," he repeated louder.

Dimentio's hands snapped forward and grabbed the gun, yanking it aside just as L instinctively pulled the trigger. L let go with one hand to elbow Dimentio in the face, and both of them tumbled out of their chairs and onto the floor. L tried to keep a sturdy enough grasp on the gun to take another shot, but he was so focused on that endeavor that Dimentio managed to get the upper hand on him and end up straddling his waist.

The gun slipped from his fingers, and a wave of sheer panic crashed over L as his arms flinched over his head reflexively.

The noise that halted the brawl was not a gunshot, but the clattering of metal against the wooden floor. L glanced in the sound's direction and saw the gun several yards away from them both.

As he shakily struggled to breathe again, Dimentio grabbed his wrists, pulled his arms away from his face, and pushed them to the floor on either side of his head. "So dramatic," Dimentio muttered. "Calm down. It would do me no good to kill you now."

L's wide eyes flicked over Dimentio's calm face, then glanced to the hands holding him down. One wrist still had the scarf loosely wrapped around it. L took a stuttering breath to settle his nerves and took care to clearly pronounce "Get the fuck off me."

Dimentio adjusted himself to sit more squarely on L's stomach and stop him from trying to squirm away and made no effort whatsoever to remove himself from L's personal space. "Let me speak. And then I will be silent," Dimentio promised. He waited cautiously, and when L did no more than narrow his eyes angrily, he continued. "You know I am not dangerous unnecessarily. Luigi has been - and still is - safe as long as he is useful to me."

L sucked in a sharp gasp through his teeth, and a tremor of anger swept over him. "Get fucked, psycho," he decided to spit out.

Dimentio sighed, somewhat disappointed. He deliberated internally, then he slowly pushed himself up off the floor. Landing his foot on L's chest to step over him was probably on purpose, but L could really only manage to grunt and roll over in response, pushing himself up onto his elbows to watch the magician carefully.

Dimentio stopped by the gun and stooped down to carefully pick it up. "I would prefer to handle this in a civilized manner," he said slowly. He turned the gun carefully in his hands to examine it as he drifted back to where L laid on the floor. "How is this? I will not pursue Luigi without you at my side. We can stay put in this pleasantly shabby abode until you decide that you realize I am in the right and elect to join me."

Dimentio grinned down at L's very confused face. L glanced the magician up and down, then finally took the bait. "...and I should just believe you?"

"I am stranded, lost, and magic-less," Dimentio reminded him. "And Luigi has bested me in battle previously. The task would be easier with a companion."

"I'm not gonna help you fight him! What's wrong with you?" L snapped angrily.

Dimentio shrugged, and he took the pistol by its barrel to safely offer it to L. "Then you are gambling that the fragmented mess you are presently can survive without him. You will see I am correct, and agree to aid me. Or you will destabilize and vanish entirely - at which point I will simply proceed without you."

L snarled up at him. He snatched the gun from Dimentio's hand a little too forcefully before he pushed himself up off the ground. L swallowed the urge to punch Dimentio to the floor, and instead pushed him aside with a hand in the middle of his chest and gruffly stated "Start looking for food. Don't leave the damn house."

"As you wish, my liege," Dimentio said with a grin and a small bow. He made his way into the kitchen, carefully unwinding L's scarf from his arm as he went. L chose a door in the opposite direction to investigate and did his best to stop thinking too hard about what was happening.

#my writing #superstars #dimentio #mr l #darkfic #if you name it you start getting attached and then you want to keep it

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milos-fanfics · 3 years

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The Evils Within - Chapter 18

Luigi ran into the wall across from the infirmary. Taking a step back, he turned his head down the hall, seeing two Toad guards running in his direction. Luigi bolted the other direction to outrun the guards.

Luigi turned a corner and found himself in a room with a large spiral staircase and two more hallways, one continuing straight and one going to the left. He jumped up to the upper balcony to throw the toad guards off his track. He barely reached the next floor and pulled himself over the railing before standing against the adjacent wall.

The toad guards turned the corner and stopped near the base of the staircase. "Where did he go?" One guard asked.

The other turned his head between the forward and left hallway. "I'm not sure. We should split up. You go West, I'll go North," the other guard suggested.

Luigi watched as the toads nodded to one another and ran down their respective hallway. He sighed in relief. He needed to keep himself hidden as he tried to think of a new plan that won’t backfire in his face.

Suddenly, a loud explosion shook the castle walls. Luigi ran to the other side of the balcony to a window to examine the sound. Outside, where a field of flowers used to be, was a large smoke-filled crater. An army of enemies could be seen advancing to Toad Town.

Luigi watched as chaos in the small town began to unfold. He needed to help them. Luigi ran to the nearest room, Peach’s bedroom, and over to the exterior balcony. He looked towards the ground, tightly gripping the railing as he realized how far of a fall it was. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his super leaf. As he used it, he sported a fox tail and a pair of pointed ears atop his head. He ran back into the room to get a running start before jumping over the balcony and gliding towards the town.

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Mario sat on the cot, talking with Peach while ‘Luigi’ looked down the hall where his dopplegänger ran.

“Are you sure we can trust him?” Mario asked. “I mean, the other Luigi did heal me.”

“I don’t know. When he-,” Peach gestured to the Luigi standing in the doorway, “When he came to me with you and his arms, I wasn’t really thinking. I knew I should have questioned him, just a little bit, but all I could focus on was getting you better. We have to be careful around either of them. Who knows what they have up their sleeves.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the walls of the castle. Mario stood up from the cot. “What was that?” he asked.

“I’ll go check it out,” ‘Luigi’ didn’t hesitate. He ran out of the room and down the hall.

“I should go with him,” Mario insisted. “Peach, you find somewhere safe to hide, I’ll go investigate that sound.” Mario began to walk to the door but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“I'm going with you,” Peach said, determined.

Mario sighed, “Peach, I don't know what's going on out there, but I know it's not safe for a princess. You could get hurt.”

“You don't get it. As the leader of this kingdom, it is my duty to protect it. Even if it means I could get hurt in the process. I'll go after him, you make sure that my people are safe,” Peach instructed.

Mario almost gasped, being taken aback. He wasn't exactly sure when Peach started acting so tough, but he liked it. He also feared it, so he simply nodded before heading down the hall.

Peach walked the opposite direction, the direction she had seen 'Luigi' run. She entered the throne room, seeing a figure near the front entrance. As she drew closer, she noticed a set of overalls lying on the ground next to it.

The figure perked up, hearing a familiar set of footsteps clicking against the hardwood floor. "Hello, princess," it spoke before turning around to face her. It was Mr. L, back in his traditional jumpsuit. He quickly removed his cap and flipped it inside-out, inverting the 'L' and the color on his emblem, and placing it back into his head.

Mr. L had a bruise around his right eye, which Peach took notice of quickly. "I should have known it was you," she spoke. "What are you doing here?"

“Is it not obvious? I’m trying to give this kingdom a much more devoted leader,” Mr. L responded. “Answer me this, Princess. Is being a leader something you really want to do?”

Peach didn’t even need to think for a response. “Of course, it is! I’ve been wanting to do this ever since-” she began, only to be interrupted.

“Do you though? Did you know that being a leader means you have to take action into your own hands?”

“Yes! I’ve been doing that for-” Peach tried to speak once more, only to get interrupted again.

“No, you haven't. Mario has. You can't just leave the safety of your kingdom in the hands of… one person… You've got to take matters into your own hands. This kingdom deserves someone like that, not someone like you.”

“I am though,” Peach spoke, her voice low.

Mr. L scoffed, “What exactly are you doing to better this kingdom, Princess?”

“This.” Peach removed her crown from her head as she began to approach Mr. L. He was confused, but also intrigued. He began to reach his hands out to grab the crown before it came swinging towards him, hitting him in the face and sending him down the hall.

Mr. L fell to the ground, putting a hand to his head, feeling dizzied at the impact. He chuckled, “I underestimated you, princess. You’re a lot tougher than you made yourself out to be.” Standing up, he cracked his knuckles, a jolt of electricity shooting from them. “Guess we’re just going to have to do this the hard way.”

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#luigi #mario #fanfic #fanfiction #peach #princess peach #Mr. L

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