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.