...Hi everyone! Sorry I’ve been away for a long time! I didn’t know how busy I’d be with school and couldn’t be online. I’m on break now, so I’ll be ready to rp again! It’s nice to see everyone again and it’s nice to meet everyone who joined since I was away! :3
Those small, weak forearms wrested on the rotting wood. It seemed that maybe Verde could help himself! If only he could lift his chin over the ledge- or plant his foot on something and adjust his wait. Anything could help him at this point. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to gain some upper body strength. For crying out loud, he couldn’t do a single pull up…Wait were those footsteps? “H-hello?” He frowned, trying to lift himself to see before slipping. Really, the fall couldn’t hurt too much…could it? This place had many levels, but being on the first story- unless this place had a basement. Kokuyo Land was shut down for a number of reasons. A widespread rumor was that the construction was cheap and that the park itself was fairly dangerous. It had been so long since it was inhabited, of course these repairs and reinforcements weren’t made. The place was getting worse by the minute too. Holes in the floors, rusted out signs, torn curtains and broken windows; it was becoming more and more eerie as the years passed. “Shit-” Verde grasped the floorboards again, ignoring the shooting pain in the palm of his hand. A splinter. Several splinters. Lovely.
But then he felt his body lifted- someone else was actually there to pull him free. “Chi-Chikusa-” He smiled, immediately moving close to where the male stood. Chikusa was quite similar to Verde- or at least Verde thought so. “Th-thank you very much.” The Arcobaleno then looked down at his hands. There was a small scrape, splinters… He sighed and frowned up at the other. “I understand with a lack of funds and the convenient location, but honestly this place is terrible. You wouldn’t happen to own a first aid kit, would you?”
This is not acceptable living conditions by any standards. Verde already decided to pay the electrical bills and water bills. Granted the water still needed filters, but he was sure the members of Mukuro’s gang would be grateful to learn they no longer need to visit a bath house. “Would you aid me in straightening this place?”
Chikusa watched the small male, not really paying much attention at him. He was more focused on the irregular stability of the place. It was true that parts of the building could fall apart without notice, but almost everyone had been around the base long enough to know where to step and which places to avoid. However, with the addition of Fran and Verde to their group, they knew they had to be more careful.
His attention was brought back to Verde when he was asked for a first aid kit. Thinking back, Chikusa remembered there were a few medical supplies in the room he rested in after his fight with the Vongola’s storm guardian. It wasn’t much, but it should be enough to patch up the Arcobaleno’s little injury. Now that he thought about it, buying some more supplies would prove useful to their team now. No one in the team was really in charge of provisions, unless buying snacks counted as their means for food. Chikusa knew things would only get tougher from now on. If it would be necessary, he would take on the job and buy some the next time he goes out, but for now, he focused on the situation in front of him. “There should be something that can take care of you… Follow me.”
He started walking out of the room, but stopped when asked another question. At first, Chikusa felt distressed when he thought about it. He wants me to clean THIS place? Now, Chikusa was known to be a very clean person, but he didn’t like to do things that would make him sweat, even if it was cleaning. Moreover, it would be possible that their little cleaning project might result in them reconstructing the place. They might as well reconstruct the building since there’d be no point in cleaning something that could break to pieces the next day. All of this was quickly showing to be too problematic and a waste of time. Not to mention, there were many times when this place had been used as a battleground.
Now, what would be the advantages of doing so? The obvious fact is that it wouldn’t be a repulsive place to live in. That part was actually beneficial to Chikusa. After living in such filth for so long, he wonders how he was able to survive each day doing so. Perhaps it was because of the rough living conditions of staying in prison as well as this run down sanctuary that makes Chikusa want this to happen. Back then, he considered cleanliness to be a luxury that he worked hard to achieve. After battling out the pros and cons in his head, he decided it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to straighten up the place. Sure, it would take a lot of work, but it might lead to good results in the end. After all, Verde has helped this place plenty once they were given access to some more electricity and water.
Chikusa was quiet for a very long time as he was thinking about all of this. He needed more time to think about it. As much as he wanted the building to be clean, he really didn’t want to go through all of that trouble to do so. He turned around to face the scientist. “If you can enlighten me on how this would aid Mukuro-sama, then I suppose I’ll help you. Now come on, you need to mend your hand before it gets infected.”
Chikusa certainly wasn’t the caring type, at least, not in showing it publicly, but in a way, Verde reminded him of his younger self. Chikusa’s body was very sturdy after the effects of being experimented on. He could still feel but it took a lot to make him sense it. His tattoo served the purpose of reminding him every time he looked in the mirror, he had to clean himself in case he would get an infection from it. It wasn’t that hard to get infections when his body is being experimented on with strange devices used by people who obviously didn’t care about what happened to their experiments. Since he was barely able to feel anything, Chikusa had to always keep himself clean or else he wouldn’t notice any bacterial infections before it was too late. He knew everyone else in the Kokuyo was able to take care of themselves. Verde was also perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but his small stature and after what just happened made Chikusa think otherwise.
He shook his head and started walking out the room once again. The tall boy knew he wasted too much time thinking. Focus. I need to get the first aid kit… Hmm.. And cleaning Kokuyo Land… … What a thought… He had to remember that Mukuro’s orders were absolute. By contrast, he was never required to assist Verde.
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Kufufu, Hello there, Chikusa… I’m glad you are here to welcome me, home, I suppose you could call it… I apologize for my absence.
“Mukuro-sama…” Chikusa paused, as if he didn’t know what to say. He was overjoyed to have his friend return after so long, yet he kept the almost same blank look he had on his face. Though the corners of his lips seem to have lifted, just a bit. “Welcome back.”
Verde paced around Kokuyo Land with a frown. This place was so filthy and repulsive… He wondered why anyone would choose to make a base at an abandoned theme park. They were terrifying to begin with… Like Takakonuma Greenland Park- or that Prypiat Amusement Park…
All of the rides had rusted over, the mascots and signs were so oxidized they appeared to be bleeding, there was graffiti… At least the larger building- the one the Kokuyo Gang made their home- wasn’t too awful. Verde looked over the theater’s stage, tapping the baseboards with his foot and smiling. Or at least he was smiling till one of the boards fell through. The small Arcobaleno was now holding onto the remaining snapped floor as his feet kicked.
“O-Oi- is anyone there?!” He called out, attempting to pull himself up and failing. “Sh-shit- Rokudo Mukuro? Fran? Anyone?”
Chikusa walked down the halls of the base when his ears came across an unusual noise. Sure, the place was a mess and run down, seeming like things can break and tear without knowledge, so Chikusa usually dismissed it as nothing as soon as the sound came to pass. Even though the assassin in him should be more cautious and aware of his surroundings, he’s been staying here long enough to know if there’s anything strange here.
He was going to continue on but heard a voice call out. Hmm? It sounds like Verde. Chikusa pondered for a moment, whether or not he should help. He really didn’t want to waste his precious time with whatever Verde needed help with. Then again, Verde was important to Mukuro at the moment, so he sighed, and walked to where he heard the voice. What a pain. What has he done this time? But quickly shook his head at the thought, as if he was mistaking the arcobaleno for Fran. Honestly, why did those two have to be around? Things were just fine with him, Ken, and Mukuro. Possibly M.M. and Chrome as well, but there was no real purpose of adding on to their little group. At least, in Chikusa’s mind it was that way. It was only more troublesome for him.
After walking a little while, he could see the little arcobaleno within his vision. Ah, he was stuck to the floor. How annoying. He should know to be more careful where he’s walking. He looks so… Chikusa shook his head to stop his train of thought. He adjusted his glasses and walked forward to him, mumbling some complaint under his breath. First he had to babysit Fran and now this? It was bad enough that he had to watch over Ken.
As soon as he was inches from the infant, he crouched down, picking him up just as any parent would do with their child and placed him onto a sturdier part of the floor. He looked at the broken floorboards and then back at Verde. He wasn’t that heavy… Which means this place was really falling apart.
“Wow, this dump actually has a kitchen? Wouldn’t have expected it of you guys,” M.M. commented, trailing behind Chikusa. To be honest, she didn’t know how Chikusa managed to stay so clean; she had never once seen evidence of a shower or any sort of cleaning apparatus in this building. Except maybe a sink.Oh, he’s cleaning the counters, good — oh my god! “Eugh!” She hopped out of the way as the dirt fell to the ground. A spider scuttled away as she inspected her shoes for damage. These shoes cost four hundred francs! she railed silently. Watch where you’re putting that dust!
Her stomach made an irritated noise, and she decided to get back to the task at hand. “The food in here’s really simple,” she explained, unpacking the plastic bags. “There’s some bread and spreads for sandwiches, instant noodles, milk, take-out sushi, and some croissants. But those are for me! You’d better not eat them!”
“And tell Ken if he eats any of them, so help me God, I will put one of those dog cones on his head!”
Chikusa sighed. Must she be so troubling? He was going out of his way for her. Honestly, why would she think he’d want her stupid croissants? Chikusa preferred foods that he was more familiar with. Besides, it was just bread. What was so special about it? Oh well, at least she wasn’t saying or doing anything offensive about him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll take the sushi then. I don’t want it spoiling and making this place smell any worse. It’s bad enough when Ken lets himself loose around here.” As annoying as M.M. could be, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace whenever she was here. Even though it’s already lively with Ken here, M.M. was a different kind of lively. Ken was more of the chaotic and unpredictable, while M.M. was more refined and high classed, though she may bicker every now and then. Plus, it was entertaining to have someone who complains about Ken as much as he did, maybe more.
After wiping down the counter top for a good three minutes, Chikusa was satisfied. The towel was an ugly mess, but he could clean that up later. He tossed it into the sink and turned on the faucet. He could hear the creaking sounds of the pipes, and waited a few seconds for the water to come out. While waiting, he took out a small piece of soap he kept in his pocket. Once the water fell from the faucet, he let his hands rest under it, put the soap and lathered it up a little bit, putting it on the counter top, and began washing his hands. He spent quite some time making sure he got through everything, and once he was done, took a small handkerchief from his other pocket and wiped his hands dry.
Chikusa walked over to M.M. and took a look at all of the groceries she bought. She should have known not to buy food or drinks that had to be refrigerated. They weren’t going to be in the Kokuyo base single every day since Mukuro always had things for them to do. He didn’t want the milk to go to waste and spoil either. He sighed as he turned around to look for a clean cup. I suppose I’ll have milk as well. Sushi and milk? What a disgusting pair, but I know very well that I can’t be picky.
Chikusa had difficulty navigating himself. “What a pain..” he sighed, taking off the glasses, as his eyesight was as bad with or without them. Reaching for his pockets, he put on his regular glasses back.
He stared in shock and awe at all of the pictures. “M-Mukuro-sama?” After a while, Chikusa realized he was just staring at them and proceeded to take them all down. He knew they were obviously fake, but what Chikusa did with all of those pictures afterwards remains a mystery.
First it was his beanie, and how it was his pants. “Tch, again?” He sighed as he had to clean another article of clothing, but it also seeped through his pants and got on his legs. Oh well, Chikusa wanted to take another shower anyway. He felt very dirty and had to get all of that sticky stuff off of his legs. (ooc- omg, that does sound perverted XD)
As Chikusa takes out his yo-yo’s to practice fighting, he finds their strings cut. He certainly could tie it back to the yo-yo’s, but the inconsistencies of the length would be a hinderance to his fighting style. Mumbling under his breath, he grimaces when he realizes he has to go out and look for the same strings and material that would be effective in battle.
He stares in shock as his favorite beanie has changed from a lovely, pure white to a disgusting, dirty brown. This will take quite a few washes and a heavy load of bleach to get it back to normal.
