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!

"Sleepy."

 

(HERP. OBV. MUCH?!)

()

 

Fong grumbled.

"Well obviously, aside from that I meant. You know, without your pacifier?" He tugged harder on his hair.

"Gay." Mammon grunted. He didn't mean it like THAT but...yeah. "I think my thread died overnight." Mammon yawned again.

Fong was sure he had pulled out a few strands of his onyx hair.

"That's it? You seem the same, why am I not?!"

 

(Cause. That's why )

"Because that's just the way it is." Mammon got back up to check his posts. He suddenly wasn't hungry.

 

(Mammon has to go check the down-low on /x/.)

As he left, the coffee cup he was holding in his other hand shattered, coffee slurting everywhere. Looking down, he saw his blood mingling with the coffee.

"Damn..." Fong got up to walk to the bathroom.

Mammon lazily browsed, and his thread on /x/ has prospered. Derp. He heard something break in the other room, but shrugged it off. Fong had anger issues.

Fong winced as the water hit his gashes, the stinging burning his hand. Gingerly, he wrapped a bandage around his hand, not bothering to put it in alcohol.

"Ow..." He just walked past Mammon's room when his phone rang.

 

"Hello."

"I take it the effects have taken place?"

"Clearly." Fong replied coldly.

"Well don't you go driving Mammon away with your attitude. It's only a matter of time you know. Once your violence kicks in-"

"Shut up Reborn." With that he hung up the phone, slumping against the wall. Still, as much he hated it, Reborn was right.

Mammon fell asleep at his desk, his head on the keyboard.

 

(Next day? D; )

(Sure.)

Fong was feeling even more grouchy than usual, his bad mood unusually high for this. He practically stomped into the living room, giving an angry 'hmph' when he sat on the couch...quite roughly.

Mammon guzzled down a pint of pepsi. "What's up your ass?" He asked.

"NOTHING, JESUS CHRIST VIPER!!!" Fong screamed, throwing a pillow at the innocent- yeahright -teen. "God..." Fong murmered, flicking his hair out of his brown eyes.

angry Fong is angry

 

Mammon used his illusions to toss the pillow back (TELEPATCHICALLY. OOOoOooooOO.). "Sorry. Christ."

"You should be...asshole..." Fong looked over to the left of him and saw the book that Mammon was reading from the previous day. Ideas, idea-no Fong, contain yourself.

Mammon rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He began to exit the room, to let off steam.

Fong snapped, irritated from being blown off like that. Reaching over to Mammon's book he held a firm grip on it and threw it full force at an unexpecting Mammon, aiming for his head. Once he released it though he felt regret.

Mammon caught it. With an illusion. (Lolyay.) "Don't do that."

"Like you're one to tell me what to do." Fong snarled, approaching Mammon.

Mammon looked at his Pepsi can then back at Fong. He lifted it over Fong's head, and dumped the remaining smidgens on his head. (How do ya liek him nao?)

There was nothing that could have stopped Fong from lunging at Mammon and closing his hands around his pale throat, again breaking his promise to not harm Mammon. In the back of his mind he was screaming at himself to let go off his deathly tight grip but he diminished this voice easily, subconciously unaware of what he was doing.

Mammon tried tearing Fong's hands from his throat, unable to gasp for air or scream for him to stop. He felt the blood rush to his head. OH GOD NO.

Fong's eyes were burning with anger, but he loosened his frip only slightly, allowing Mammon the smalllest of breaths, still resulting in his death nonetheless. His nails dug into the porcelein skin.

Mammon used the last bit of his strength to lift his hand ever so slightly to touch Fong's face.

Fong felt the touch and for a moment his eyes softened and almost back to reality, his grip weakening.

 

(YOU CAN DO IT FONG, LET HIM GOOOOOO.)

Mammon mustered out a soft 'stop' before letting his hand fall back to his side. He didn't have any strength left. He was going to black out.