This is a Katekyoushi Hitman REBORN! RolePlay 1x1.

 

Nobody is allowed to post in this thread besides me or Zexion/Ienzo, but please feel free to read to your liking! Please enjoy the RolePlay, and if you don't favor the following pairings, then please don't bother reading.

 

PAIRINGS:

 

Fon x Mammon

Squalo x Bel

Dino x Hibari

Jil x Fran

Spanner x Byakuran

 

 

Zexion/Ienzo, TAKE IT AWAY!

"Yaaaaaay~" Bel sat in front of him, still smiling. Well, duh, he smiles unless he's surprised. "You first~"

Squalo blanked.

"Er...truth or dare?"

"Dare." Bel stated, kinda excited. Squalo probably had a sick mind. But that's what made it fun.

"I dare you to....." Squalo grinned evily. "To touch yourself."

"In front of you?" He asked, slightly sweatdropping. FFFFFFF- Why couldn't he have just eaten a bug or something?! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASIER!!

"Yes and you have to finish in front of me as well." Squalo challenged. Revenge was sweet. So very sweet.

"Uh...O-Okay." He (WHIPPED IT OUT) and did as he was dared. Of course, I can't explain it here or the mods will kill me with a spork. "Uh...Ahh..." It felt really degrading doing this in front of someone else. Usually he just did it in the privacy of his bathroom or on his bed or something.

Squalo felt dizzy. This was hot, and he was sure something sticky slkipped out of his...dillywig.

(LOL @ DILLYWIG.)

 

"Ah...hah~" The blonde moaned, on the verge of finishing. "Ahn..."

Fon x Mammon. YAYZAWRZ

~~~

 

Mammon flipped through the pages of a book, quietly reading along with the gruesome tale. He loved shit like this. Murder and monsters...Mutilation and Dismemberment....Zombies and Vampires. That's all he lived for. And heavy metal. Yeah.

Fong hummed happily, meditating next to Mammon. He enjoyed peace and quiet like this, especially when the illusionists was there to enjoy it with him. A breeze from the nearby fan tickled his face, causing his braid to continuously brush against Mammon's hand.

Mammon ignored the HAIR on his HAND and continued to read...

 

I shot right out of bed and stood up. I was absolutely drenched in sweat, roasting hot, but relieved to find nobody stood in front of me with a knife. It took a few seconds to realise that I was gripping something tight in my hand. I knew what it was even before I looked down at it and saw my reflection in it. It was the meat knife, and this time the reflection in it looked terrified.

 

Ah yeah, shit was gettin' awesome.

Fong peeked open one brown eye lazily, side glancing at Mammon.

"What is it you're reading that's so interesting, Viper?" He questioned, looking at the blank cover of the book.

(OOOOH. BLANK BOOKS ARE EERIE 'CAUSE THEY DON'T HAVE TITLES.*shot*)

 

"Creepypasta. Off the website. Don't interrupt me, I'm in the Madness section." He seemed very indulged in whatever he was reading.

 

The doctors told us a virus had gotten into her heart. I remember my father protesting that he hadn

Fong raised an eyebrow and let a smile creep onto his face. He should've known Mammon would be ready something like that.

"Ah, I see. And how many sections are there?"

"Seven. Artifacts, Beings, Murder & Death, Madness, Rituals, Locations and Unknown." He flipped the page again.

Fong nodded, resuming his position, before a soft ringing went off. Calmly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

"Hello, Fong speaking."

"It's Reborn." Fong's smile faded as Reborn continued to speak, his gaze not as peaceful as before.

Mammon just barely looked up from his CP book. He vaguely wondered what Reborn wanted. He shrugged it off and continued reading.

 

Nevertheless, when you break in

Fong actually gave a low growl as Reborn continued.

"You can't be serious, he's not something you can-"

 

"I don't need you telling me what Viper is and isn't. Either you get the nesseccary payment or you hand him over."

 

"R-Reborn that's-"

 

"There is no arguement to this, only your options. I expect your payment the following night of today Fong." And with that Reborn hung up on the chinese male, leaving him to fume uncharacteristically on the couch, his brow furrowed, a state in which not many saw Fong in.

"So what's up?" Mammon asked, staring blankly at a page in his book. He wasn't reading it per se, he just wanted to listen to what he had to say. It sounded pretty urgent.

Fong looked at Mammon, somewhat alarmed, but relaxed after seeing him. He seemed sad but he didn't say any of what Reborn revealed.

"Ah...it's nothing Viper," He sat back in meditating position. "Nothing at all." Even though his tone was soft, he had settled into a deep state of feeling troubled.

"Um....Okay." He was still suspicious of the phone call, but tried not to let it bother him too much.

 

~Next day? Y/N?~

(Not yet.)

That night, Fong slipped into Mammon's room after he had fallen asleep. There, on his night stand, was the item. The Mist Pacifier. Fong hesitated but took a hold of it, placing it in his pockets.

"I'm sorry Viper..." Swiftly, he brushed his lips against Mammon's cheek, before exiting the room and heading out to meet Reborn...

 

??????

 

Fong was at the table, slowly eating small bites of cereal, all happiness seemingly gone from the usually happy Arcobeleno.

Mammon groped around for his pacifier, but felt nothing. "The firetruck...?" He opened his eyes and didn't see his purple pacifier anywhere. "Oh god damnit..." He got up, got dressed and went out to the kitchen.

 

~~~

 

He poked his head into the kitchen from the hallway. "Fong, have you seen my pacifier? I can't find it."

 

(OH SHIT I'M READY FOR RAEG-FONG. I just noticed that they can't change back into babies without their pacifiers, too. O_o'' lolz, everyone who's following this RP that doesn't watch the show is probably liek, "LOLWAT??")

( SO TRUE. Oh dear lord...here we go.)

 

Fong didn't give a complete verbal reply so to say. Instead, he glared, actually glared at Mammon.

"No, as a matter of fact I haven't, not since last night, Viper." For the first time, the Storm Arcobeleno actually put an eemphasize on his name to amand distaste.

 

(I'd be like: "I'm not sure I like your tone young man."