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!

New thread? Same topic just different name or whatever? xDD

Same topic just different name and new couple.

Alright, cool. I'll begin the thread tomorrow after school.

(I LIED! We're posting here again!

 

Ken x Chikusa)

 

Chikusa sighed, leaning against the door pane to his room lightly, ignoring the commotion coming from outside his room in the hallway. He was slightly eavesdropping on the yelling, mostly hearing MM screeching at the others. He'd rather not get into such a pointless squabble.

Ken hung his head, taking MM's scolding quite personally. Though technically he WAS an animal, he didn't like being called one. Surprisingly, he took it personally. And when coming from pretty (yet bitchy) girls, it was even worse.

Chikusa lolled his head back,an entertained smirk crawling onto his lips slyly. Yes, he felt sympathy for the blond but he should hav known better. Afterall, posting advertisements that MM was on her period and suffered from permanent PMS was bound to have consequences.Which consisted of her bitching at Ken, which brought Chikusa great amusement before he trudged to the showers.

Ken didn't say anything the entire time he was getting yelled at. He couldn't really say anything without MM talking over him. But then again, he didn't have anything to say in the first place. He envied Chikusa for not getting troublesome so often. However, it was his fault for being starved for attention.

Deciding Ken had had enough, Chikusa slauntered down the hall to the showers, going past Ken and MM casually. He paused only to lookat a sad Ken and glare a bit at MM with slight distaste.Enough was enough. He sighed, ruffling Ken's hair before walking back to the showers. It's kind of funny how he used to hide behind Ken yet now he wasbetter at protecting himself then Ken ever was.

(Back.)

 

Ken glared. He didn't like thinking back to Vendice when they were both a lot different than how they were now. Especially Chikusa, might I add. He can't remember what they did to Chikusa to make him the way he was, but whatever it was, it really changed a lot.

Chikusa could feel the glare in the back of his head but didn't bother to acknowledge it as a threat. This is Ken we're talking about after all. Instead he turned back to look at him ,slightly nonchalant, but with an emotionless expression on his face.

 

"Do you have a staring problem Ken? It's impolite to do that you know." He droned, a smirk pulling at his lips.

He winced. "You're the one who ruffled my hair, asshole!" Ken was always impolite. Chikusa just noticed that? He was still glaring, slightly bristled.

Chukisa rolled his eyes, shrugging carelessly.

 

"Whatever." With that he walked away, giving a fake wave goodbye to Ken.

Ken growled at him, only to be stopped by MM. "Don't even try it, Ken." She said, her violet eyes narrowing. "You guys are so unbelievable!"

Chikusa snorted, shaking his head. Whatever she said...

 

"C'mon Ken, what do you want to say?" He asked, slightly amused and turning back once again to face Ken. This should be entertaining.

"Nevermind." He said, walking away to his room. Bringing up Vendice now would be pointless. He knew he'd start an argument, and he'd get fed up with it. Chikusa would fling his yo yos at him and a fight would ensue.

( Ah, the routine.)

 

Narrowing his eyes, Chikusa followed Ken as he walked away. Dammit...couldn't he ever just say what he thought? Not like he was one to talk...Sighing, he headed tot he showers, eager to have cleanliness upon him.

Why was everything so screwed up in his life? He was experimented on, in terrible physical and emotional pain every day, and considered himself lonely. He vaguely wondered how Chikusa dealt with living a wasted life...like if sometimes he wanted to kill himself like Ken did.

Chikusa himself was wondering the same thing as he washed his hair out. He didn't know if Ken noticed the scars on his wrists, he didn't know if he felt his consistent pain of wanting Mukuro to come back. To just save them, or at least Ken. He'd rather his life over his own.

 

"...Ken."

Ken bit his lip, beginning to fall asleep. He brought his hand to his scar, running his fingers over the expanse of it in scorn. "I hate this."

 

(Next day, y/n?)

(Yeah, and I'm sorry about telling you about Alana. You really didn't need to her that at all. I was being a dick. I was wrong to tell you that.)

 

The next day, Chikusa awoke, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he sat up. This day was already going to suck, he could tell just by the mood of the morning. Stretching, he got up and fixed his hair before tossing his glasses and signature white hat on with ease, unrolling the sleeves of his jacket so they were also covering his wrists more then necessary. Couldn't be to safe.

(Yeah, you were. >___>)

 

Ken took notice of Chikusa's sleeve throughout the day. He was afraid to ask him about it at first, but his curiosity slowly built up. He hesitated, before grabbing the excess sleeve and pulling him back. "Why are your sleeves like that, Kakipi?"

Chikusa blinked, clearly shocked by Ken's action. He didn't allow his surprise to show though, masking it with a stoic face.

 

"I just feel like it. They...look better like that I guess." He stated as coolly as he could, attempting to pull his arm away from Ken's grip. He was rather uncomfortable with the blond's grip that tight.

He raised an eyebrow, giving him the 'wat' look. "No it doesn't. Even a nerd like you would know that." He snapped back, his tone unchanged.

Chikusa felt his eyes harden just slightly and he pulled harder on his sleeves.

 

"Whatever. I just didn't feel like folding them up is all." He said, glaring at Ken steadily.This was getting a little tense, at least on Chikusa's side.

"How come? You do every other time." He said, getting concerned at this point. He let himself glare just slightly at his teammate, 'che'ing. "You're hiding something, Kakipi."