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!

Verde found himself reaching for Skull's arm but he stopped because if he did take his arm...he still had no idea what he wanted to say. He sighed, pushing back the feeling in his head...put he couldn't stop the racing his heart was doing.

Skull blinked. "Are you okay?" He questioned carefully.

Verde cursed himself. He was a scientist for God's sake! He knew the answer to everything and here he was questioning himself about what it was he was feeling for Skull! The only thing he could even comprehend to think to be the cause would be...

 

Love.

 

Verde gulped, trying to keep his calm demeanor.

"I...no. I'm not."

 

(Admit it Verde, you're in LOoOve?)

"Care to tell me?" He asked, gazing dully at the scientist. He had a weird look in his eyes...

Verde fidgeted, walking up till he was right in front of the teen. He lightly tilted up his chin so his lips nearly touched Skull's.

"No."

 

(I'M OKAY WITH THIS!)

Skull felt a hitch in his breath and gulped. "Uh...?" He stammered, looking down at his lips longingly.

Verde smirked slightly at Skull's reaction and passionately kissed him. He pulled the teen's body closer against his own, his hand ghosting against his jawline and down his neck.

"Nm..." He sank into the kiss, almost moaning at the contact.

Verde kissed him, slightly rougher this time, and pinned Skull against the wall. His hands roamed the teen's body, lust overcoming his actions.

Mammon curled himself in a ball, looking longingly at the bag of dope he had recieved from some kids loitering outside the mansion. He knew it was bad for him, but...maybe just one wouldn't hurt? No. Wait. This was wrong. And god forbid anyone else found this stuff in his room. He'd be much better off throwing it out.

 

(KIDS; SMOKING SUCKS. I TRIED IT AND IT TASTES LIKE ASS. DON'T YOU EVER. OR I'LL FIND YOU. AND SLAP YOU. AND THEN YOUR MOM/DAD WILL GROUND YOU. SO HA.)

Fong sighed, reclining back into his beanie chair. He prefered his room for its calm and serene mood. But he himself was feeling the opposite. Stressed, if only slightly. He and the rest of the Arcobeleno had moved in with the Varia and the Vongola due to safety issues and he was finding it hard to keep calm. Everyone was always asking for SOMETHING around here, whether it be advice or for a missing item. He felt horrible for Skull though. Reborn and Colonello kept teasing him for sleeping with Verde...though it was questionable, he'd admit.

 

Fong looked at the clock and decided he was going to visit his favorite little illusionist. Mammon always managed to keep him entertained. So with an audible 'hmph' he propelled of the chair and down the hall.

Mammon looked at the weed and sighed. Well, maybe it WOULD help with the stressful atmosphere...

 

Hastily, he made a joint, got a lighter and lit it, sucking in the smoke. Almost immediately, he coughed out the smoke, waving his hand to clear the air. That was DISGUSTING! He didn't know how anyone could be addicted to such a thing. "Ick..." He held it out, extinguishing it with his fingers. But maybe it took more than one puff to get high...Maybe just one more? It was gross, but...

Fong paused at the door to Mammon's room. He lifted his hand to knock on the wood of the door but paused, wrinkling his nose. That smell...what..? He caustiously leaned an ear to the door trying to see of he could hear anything going on. It wasn't like him to sneak about and...eavesdrop but that smell was absolutely horrid.

 

(Mammon's smoking?! Why?!)

(I dunno. He just...wants to? Lol.)

 

Mammon hesitantly took another puff, and coughed more of it up, exhaling some of it through his nose. He tossed that one aside, deciding that it wasn't that great. Not his thing.

 

(If he were to walk in, he'd totally get the wrong idea. "WHAT IS THIS?!" "Calm down, I didn't even like-" "GET YOUR ILLUSIONIST ASS TO REHAB RIGHT NOW MISTER.")

( Lol. You should listen to "Colours Of the Rainbow" by Tune Up! vs Italobrothers! You'd like it!)

 

Fong heard Mammon coughing and needed no more reassurence as to what the smell was. He backed up before taking a breath and moved his arms in a circular motion (CALM LIKE THE WIND!) and opened the door.

"What do you think you're doing Viper?"

(Is it house music? Like, techno? Tune Up is mostly techno/dance/electronica...)

 

"Oh, hi. Well, I got this bag from some kids outside and decided to try it..." He discarded the bag elsewhere, pouting at it. No way he'd ever try that again...

(Techno, I thought you'd like it.)

 

"I see...and you're not going to do it again...are you?" Fong questioned, looking at the bag like it was something that had died on the side of the road.

He shook his head. "Definitely not. It was...kinda gross." He said coldly glaring at the bag from under his hood.

"Good." Fong replied, kicking the bag aside and taking a seat on Mammon's bed.

"So, anything new and interesting happen lately?"

"No. Get out of my room." He said simply, moving himself into fetal position. "I wanna be alone."

Fong looked slightly taken aback by this and looked at him inquiringly. Usually Mammon was somewhat inclined to have him there.

"Is something bothering you, Viper?"

"No. Leave me alone." He glared at him, snuggling into his own knees desperately.

Fong sighed, looking at Mammon's slightly somber state. Sure the boy was naturally depressed but...Fong never witnessed him this way.

"Viper..." He put a hand slightly lightly on the teen's shoulder.

He flinched. "What?" He asked shakily. He was on the verge of falling asleep.

"What's...the matter? You seemed to be troubled." Fong said, giving a soft smile.