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!

"So what if I am~? Gee, all I asked for was a date in the first place. Ushishishi. ?" Bel admitted, beginning to walk back to his room. A no was a no. But....maybe he could aggravate him a little bit more. "I'll just ask bossu~"

Squalo raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me? Boss?!" The swordsman could feel his anger spark...but he didn't know why.

He turned, an innocent pout on his face. "Yeah, bossu."

Before Squalo knew what he was doing he had pinnned Bel to the wall, his face dangerously close to the blond's.

"No. You're not. Not while I'm around." Squalo's voice was oddly calm and serious, almost to the point of a whisper.

Bel regained his Cheshire grin. "So, I guess that means YOU'RE jealous of BOSSU now. If you REALLY wanted to go on a date with me, then you could've said so~ Ushishishi."

(While the Squabble continues in a pm ;D...)

???

Kat sighed, braiding Bani's hair lazily. There was nothing to do. Mammon was with the other Arcobeleno, practicing for the wedding and well...no ine cared about what anyone else was doing...

(SUDDENLY LEADING TO A FON X MAMMON.)

 

"Hey Kat," Bani began, sticking a pocky in her mouth. "Do you think that Mammon actually likes Fon deep, deep, deep DEEP down?"

Kat thought for a moment.

"Well...if you mean, like deep down to his true self where none of us have ever ventured nor gained the permission to see, then yes." She tugged a little on the girl's hair. "Fong definitely loves him." The blond sighed. It must be good to find your true love. First Dino and Hibari-from what Bani told me-Squalo and Bel-from the moans upstairs-and now, most likely, Fong and Mammon.

(losta ghei going around huh?)

 

"Oh...I guess searching in the chasm of his soul would help." She replied, gnawing on her strawberry cookie on a stick.

 

~Cutscene; Fon x Mammon~

 

Mammon disliked weddings when girls and guys were rehearsing, but seriously, a DRESS, you guys? Really? "You're the lady in this relationship" they said. "You're more feminine" they said. But Mammon was far from a girl. I mean, SKULL might have mistaken him for one during their first conversation...And Reborn. And Verde. And Luce. And Xanxus. BUT THAT'S IT.

 

He felt uncomfortable in white. "This is...ridiculous." He stepped out of the dressing room clad in a white gown besides his usual black/leather attire.

Fong offered a calm smile.

"I personally wouldn't mind you wearing your cloak. Though it may seem like it, I'm not one for tradition." He shrugged. Mentally he glared venom at Skull who was oggling over Mammon's envious figure.

(Hehe..."oggling.")

 

Mammon sighed. Thank God he wasn't a "tradition" guy. He grabbed his cloak and, in the privacy of another room, got back in his usual clothes. "...Better." He remarked, flattening out his cloak neatly.

"I agre-"

"Well then let's wrap this up till tommorrow, hm? It's going to be the big day!" Luce reminded, holding onto Reborn's arm. She was glad to get paired with him. His side-curls were adorable.Fong nodded. As everyone filed out of the room he fiercly grabbed Skull's arm. His stare was unusually cold...a little dark even.

"Stay away from Viper, I'm warning you now. You best heed it...or you'll find you'll find yourself in long-term regret."

 

(Catch me drift here? I like protective Fong ^^')

(I love him too. <3 I'd be like, "YOU SEXY CHINESE MONK, YOU. TAKE ME NAO.")

(Lolz, I guess that means I'm Skull! Yayyyyy!)

 

"Um...okay. Back off, dude." (YOU'RE GON' HATE WHUT I DID HERE.) He didn't particularly LIKE being with Verde. Sure, the sex was AWESOME, but that was the only good thing about it. He mentally questioned why Bani was even counted as an Arcobaleno. (OH SH- that means my OC gets Colonnello. SCOOOORE.) Why couldn't HE get the hunky guys? "Fong," Mammon said softly, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. "Let's go."

Fong regained his light attitude, smiling softly at his betrothed.

"Of course." He was still slightly riled about Skull though. He didn't trust him. Not one bit. "So how're you feeling about the wedding now?"

 

(Lol, I think that if Verde didn't have such a firetrucked up personality...I wouldn't mind . LUUUYCCKKKKKYYYYY, I wanna have Colonello!!! Oh well, I have Jasper so HA! Lol.

(TRUE. But in all honesty........I think Verde's kinda, I dunno, hot? *shot* I like 'em psycho~)

 

Mammon scowled at him through his hood, (which, by the way, he kept on with the dress). "I'd rather cut my wrists with razor blades and let them soak in a vat of alcohol and wax." He admitted, kind of truthfully. He was exaggerating, but being the emo he was, he did that on a daily basis.

Fong raised his eyebrows, hesitantly holding Mammon's hands.

"Ah...eccentric are we?" He teased, before looking at him seriously. "Am...I why you'd want to do that? Because you're marrying someone you don't love?" The chinese male said that last part a little sadly. He'd be heartbroken if Mammon really detested him that much. Fong secretly hoped his little illusionists wasn't serious about cutting his wrists...

 

(IKR?!?!-is shot as well-Poor Fong, he cares so much!)

(FFFFFJWDHSDH- he needs a hug! D; )

 

Mammon yanked his hands away. "Yes and no. I don't hate you, but I wanted to wait for...the one, y'know? I mean, not to sound cliche, but I wanted to find someone I really loved and just lived my life. I don't know if I feel that way for you."

 

(BWAHAHAHA; YET!! Poor Mammon just wants his happily ever after...That was some speech he gave there.)

Fong forced a believable smile. To him, Mammon was all that and more. He was, and probably always will be, heroine. And Fong was addicted after only a few breaths.

"I can see what you mean. I don't blame you for feeling that way..." He swept some of his bangs away, hiding the sadness that was most likely GLAZED all over his brown eyes. For a moment, just a moment, when Mammon had used that soft tone before with him...he felt like the illusionists really loved him. What a fool he was becoming...

 

(I thought that was kinda cute ^^', though that heroine line is a little over-used )

(Heroin* Lol, and where the hell did you get 'breaths' from? You shoot heroin from a needle, you don't huff it. LOL HERE I AM TALKING ABOUT DRUGS.)

 

"It just...." Mammon paused. "Seems a little bit too forced, I guess. They can't shove this whole marriage thing down your throat and expect you to live with it." I bet you that Mammon was everything Fong looked for in a girl; intelligent, biased, strong-willed, introverted, silent but strong....etc.

(STFU, I was told otherwise by Christian O. )

 

Fong shook his head.

"I can understand not liking it but...for the sake of finding happiness or love, I think I'd find those qualities you look for in that said person..." Much lower he muttered. "Though, you were everything I could have hoped for." They were silent for a few minutes before they came to Mammon's door.

"V-Mammon," He asked quietly.

(Well Christian is a gentleman. I LOVE that gentleman, but...still. )

 

Mammon flinched, feeling that odd warmness in his chest again. How could he ever be desirable to anyone? He was moody, depressed, isolated, disturbed...Almost loveless, you could say. He's the kind of person who'd bleed just to know they're alive.

 

"What?" He asked coldly.

Fong was silent for a while before he looked painfully up at Mammon, holding his wrists gently but still in a good grip.

"May I...take a look at your wrists? Just for a moment, I...want to see something."

Mammon tried pulling away. "No." He already had an idea of what Fong wanted to 'see.' He wouldn't let him see the truth.

At his denial Fong kept a tight hold, slowly peeling back Mammon's sleeve. His eyes widened as he saw what was underneath the delicate fabric.

 

Scars.

 

Many, many scars. Most likely from a razor blade but nonetheless...Mammon, his precious, precious Mammon, had been cutting himself. A lot. On both wrists there were to many scars to count. Pulling the illusionist forward, Fong wrapped an arm around his slim waist and placed a hand lovingly on the back of Mammon's head.

"...Why?" He finally asked, his breath slightly hoarse.

(DOUBLEPOST. JUHJUHJUHJUHYEAH.)

 

"Because I hated myself." Mammon replied simply. He didn't exactly have a real reason to cut himself, but deep depression takes its toll on you after a few years. "I don't know why. I just found that pain was the only way to make me feel not so alone." Maybe loneliness was a reason? He was a bit of an antisocial character.