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!

(Dear God. He gets more and more like Hibari every time I see him. :B I'd be all, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHUT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY SEXY MONK?!")

 

Mammon glared back from under his hood. "Jesus Christ, you don't have to be a prick about it." He put his hands up in defense. He rolled his eyes, losing his calm demeanor. He made some coffee to try and calm himself.

(IKR? Our Fong was never this mean-pouts-)

 

Now, the normal Fong would have just dropped it, in fact, he probably wouldn't have saidwhat he just did moments ago. However, it was quite clear, this wasn't normal Fong. In response to Mammon's reply, the Storm Arcobeleno narrowed his eyes, a thin line pursed across his lips.

"Excuse me?! This coming from the greedy-ass bastard who wouldn't spare $2.00 for me when I needed to buy both of us dinner. That makes peeeerfect sense Viper." Fong snapped sarcastically, eating more of his cereal.

 

(I'd be like: "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BABY?!?!" )

("F-Fong? ;_;")

 

Mammon poured himself some coffee. "HEY! That was HARD EARNED money! So you can BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS, FONG." Mammon snapped back. Aw, bitch, you just got torch'd, bitch.

Fong rolled his eyes.

"You found the two-dollars on the street next to a dead homeless guy Viper. That's techically stealing asshole, so firetruck. Off." Fong ripped the base of his bowl tightly, stirring the spoon around in his left over milk.

 

( Funny visual #1:

???

Mammon: DICKWAD!

 

Fong: DOUCHEBAG!!!

 

Mammon: firetruck OFF ASSHOLE!!!

 

Fong: *Throws bowl of cereal at Mammon.* HA!

 

Mammon: *Covered in milk and cereal.*Oh yeah let's just go a start throwing stuff at each other because THAT REALLY SOLVES EVERYTHING!!!

 

I-can't-breath )

(Um...kay? :B)

 

"He was dead, so it technically doesn't count. There's a hole in your logic right there you firetrucking chink!" And then Mammon did the wrong thing and went racist. Seriously, like, EVERY Arcobaleno was Italian except for Fong. He didn't WANT to say that, it just kinda...slipped out. He needed to apologize, but he couldn't bring himself to do that either.

(Oh c'mon, I thought that was kinda' funny D: )

 

Fong eyed Mammon dangerously. He just crossed the line. Getting up swiftly, Fong walked over to Mammon and slapped across the face. Now anyone to witness this would have gasped in shock because anyone who knew Fong and Mammon knew that Fong never harmed a single hair on Mammon and could never due to his-secret-love for him. Even Mammon himself knew better when Fong said something that involved violence against him. It was usually a joke.

"Don't ever refer to me like that again Viper."

"I'm...sorry." Mammon apologized, placing a hand on the red hand mark on his cheek. Mammon would never say something like that on purpose. And even worse than that, Fong hurt him for the first time. He then noticed that neither of them had their pacifiers. OH. WELL THAT EXPLAINS A LOT.

 

"Where's your...?"

( I love how Mammon notices the missing pacifier now!)

 

Fong softened his gaze, a little more aware of what he had just done. Mammon...he had hurt him for something he normally would have been able to look past with slight irritation.

"I...it doesn't matter where mine is." Dude. Put the pieces together. Fong's mysterious phone call from Reborn+missing pacifiers= FONG TOOK THEM AND GAVE THEM TO REBORN! Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!

(Geez, Mammon, don't be so dense. Derp. I just finished downloading a Real Lives thing. =D UTZ BUNG SWAH. I can't wait to play it!! >w<)

 

"Yes it does. I'd rather not have to deal with you being a complete dick all the time. Why can't you tell me?" Mammon inquired, turning his gaze away. He really couldn't tell if what he was feeling was curiosity or care.

Fong clenched his fists, holding back the unnessecary rage building up inside of him...the side effects of being without his pacifiers.

"They're with Reborn, Viper."

 

(I'd be like: "Wait...THEY?! Mine's there to you fu-")

Mammon raeged. WHY THE HELL...?! "Can you tell me WHY?"

"God dammit Viper!!! Because if I hadn't Reborn would've come and taken you away. Do you wanna' know why?! He was going to sell you to Verde. Verde wanted to use you in an experiment but knowing him..." Fong trailed off. "It was you or the pacifiers...and I was about to let some creep get ahold of you!!!" The chinese male yelled, his voice uneven as he grabbed Mammon's shoulders and shook him like a rag doll.

 

(AWWW HE CARES )

(FFFFF- SEXUAL USE FTW.)

 

Mammon stared at him blankly. Verde would...use him? (EWWWW. Oh wait. YAY.) There was a moment of silence. "...Thank you."

 

(Alright, just saying this nao; if you get tired, then tell me first. Don't just randomly fall asleep.)

(I'll try, half the time I don't even realize I'm alseep or that I fall asleep.)

 

Fong nodded, his eyes avoiding Mammon's. He only wished Verde had only needed Mammon's pacifier, not his to. Maybe ten this wouldn't be so bad.

"You're welcome..." And with that, Fong backed away, walking to his room. He sighed once out of the kitchen.

"Woo...I only just made it..." Fong stated sadly, curling and uncurling his fingers. He had been so close...so close to seriously injuring his Mammon...

(Dude. If you're tired, just say it.)

 

Mammon clutched where his pacifier would be. "Damn."

 

~~~NEXT DAY Y/N?!

(Alright, jeez. Why does it bother you so much? I'm sorry I fall asleep sometimes...)

 

(Yes, next day.)

 

Fong wasn't in the best of moods today...as usual since the absense of his pacifier. He knewit'd be another trying day...goodie.

"Good morning..." He greeted, hardly looking at Mammon himself. He found it was key to staying somewhat under control.

(Epic.)

 

"Hey." Mammon greeted, yawning in the process. God, he was tired. He barely got any sleep last night.

Fong cracked open some eggs, listening as they sizzled on the frying pan.

"I pressume you had no sleep last night?"

"No shit." Mammon retorted, laying his head lazily on the kitchen table. "I was on 4chan the whole night."

 

(Yes, Mammon is a 4channer. xDD Fong would be all, "whut is this 4chan you speak of? AND HOW DO I JOIN?")

 

(LOL OR YOU COULD JUST FALL ASLEEP ON ME AGAIN. >_>)

(Um, I didn't. My dad came into my room to ask me something and he caught me. I had my dsi put in the study outside my room. If I was tired, I would have told you like you asked F/ )

 

Fong flinched, gripping the handle of the frying pan tightly. It would help if the side effects of Mammon's pacifier didn't make him want to throw the fridge at his head.

"What the hell is 4chan?" Fong asked dryly, flipping the eggs in the pan.

(Kay, brah. Take a chill pill.)

 

"The largest imageboard on the Internet." Mammon replied, about to fall asleep and second.

Fong sighed, slipping the eggs onto the plate and pushing it in front of Mammmon, along with a cup of coffee.

"And why would you go on tgere?"

"Because its fun?" Mammon replied. He wasn't quite sure what particular aspect of it was FUN, it was just...entertaining to browse sometimes.

Fong sat down next to Mammon and fiddled with some loose strands of his hair. His braid needed to be done, especially because it was seriously irritating him.

"Oh. So how are you feeling?"

Fong sat down next to Mammon and fiddled with some loose strands of his hair. His braid needed to be done, especially because it was seriously irritating him.

"Oh. So how are you feeling?"