A/N: Dedicated to fuwacchi. Happy belated birthday, girl! (: Hope you like it. If you don't, then... I'll come up with something else!

A snapshot of Hibari and Masami's lives after my story, Possession. (: This is rated M for a reason, so don't read if you don't like.

This will contain spoilers of current and future chapters of Possession. You have been warned.

Kisses to My Sweetheart
Chapter One

Hibari hadn't gone to her graduation.

Masami kicked a stray pebble away, annoyed. She'd gotten away from her school friends and their rejoicing that high school was finally done. Even from the back of the school, she could still hear the excited chatter at the front. Masami tugged halfheartedly at the graduation pin on her uniform. There had been an official graduation ceremony with all the bells, whistles and black gowns yesterday night. Today had been more of an assembly in front of the underclassmen. Nothing special like yesterday. Masami scowled and kicked the pebble again.

Hibari hadn't been to either.

She should have expected something like this. She really should have expected him not to come, but she was hoping beyond hoping-

Masami shook her head wearily, disappointment welling up inside her. She knew Tsuna and his guardians had had to all go together to Italy to sort out the details of the inheritance ceremony happening a year from now, but it should have been done by yesterday! Hibari could have made it for today, at least.

I mean... even Tsuna, Yamamoto and Gokudera came today... They had looked a bit drowsy in their seats at the assembly, but she knew that was because of jet lag.

Aggravated, Masami dropped her bag and cupped her hands to her mouth. She was just going to shout all her frustration away, right! Then she would be done with it and would certainly not hold it against him.

Yeah, right.

"You are such a stupid, inconsiderate jerk face!" she screamed to the empty grounds. The 'jerk face' echoed through the back before eventually fading away. Her shoulders went up in an erratic fashion as she lowered her hands.

That felt good.

Masami perked up a little. She was feeling much less frustrated now thanks to that. Or maybe she was lying to herself.

To-ma-to, to-mah-ta.

Masami straightened. She was going to go back now since everything was perfectly all right n-

Her mouth opened in a shriek when she felt hands wrap around to cover her eyes.

The first reaction from her mafia instincts: Attack!

A year.

He had a little more than a year before Sawada Tsunayoshi's 18th birthday, a year before there was that inheritance ceremony and a year before he had to officially secure the Foundation's position as a respected organization in the mafia world.

Hibari took off the motorcycle helmet before securing his prized bike in front of Namimori High. He started for the entrance of the school, uncaring of the looks he got from curious students that were making their way out of the school. He knew they were graduates. That was exactly why he chose today to come back to Namimori.

He found her at the back if the school and was within hearing range when she threw her bag away and insulted someone at the top of her lungs. Hibari's jaw tightened as he watched her satisfied smile. He had a feeling he knew who the insolent girl was insulting. Hibari drifted silently to the heaving girl. He would forgive her, he guessed. But only this once.

Hibari was behind her when he covered her eyes. When she spun around to hit him, he neatly dodged the attack by tripping her.

"Ack!" Masami cried out and fell in a graceless heap. Hibari noticed that her legs, which were spread open. He glanced down to see her wearing pink and white striped panties.

Hm.

Masami was struggling to stand up. She hadn't opened her eyes yet to see who was it that tripped her. "Whoever you think you are, you better be ready to-" Her eyes widened at the sight of Hibari standing above her.

"Ky-Ky-" She couldn't manage to say his name.

It was around that time that Hibari decided that though it was oddly amusing to see her looking up at him and stuttering, he was also getting impatient. He graciously helped her up and pushed her against the wall near them. Masami, too shocked to move, didn't respond to the harsh kiss he planted on her lips. One hand found her hip that roughly slipped under her shirt while the other went behind her head, securing her in case she moved. His tongue delved into her mouth. He was pleased to find that he could still taste the unique sweetness that was her. It had been months since they had seen each other, let alone them partaking in more... pleasurable activities. He had felt a longing for it. His hand grazed the underside of her bra-covered breasts as he bit the full bottom lip.

Her eyes snapped open.

Masami winced as she felt Hibari tug on her hair hard. She practically snarled as she was brought of her stupor. She pushed him back and away from her, ignoring the mirrored scowl on his face. She could feel her lip bleeding, the jerk.

"Listen, you idiot," she whispered viciously because talking normally was much too strenuous right now. "I'm telling you that you should stop pulling on my hair. This is exactly the reason why I plan to cut it, so knock it off."

Hibari's silent answer was simply to wipe away the drop of ruby red at the corner of her mouth and a quiet murmur of, "I haven't seen you in three months."

"..." Masami's demeanour reluctantly softened. Ugh. Why did he have to go and say something like that? The anger left her like air out of a balloon.

"Yeah, yeah..." she finally muttered.

She walked over to her bag perched a little ways from them meanwhile fixing her crumpled shirt and wrinkled skirt. Her prim and proper attire for this morning's graduation wasn't necessarily needed anymore, but she refused to go out to the front where there were people watching like this. She picked up the messenger bag with one hand while running her other hand through her hair to put it in some semblance of what it had looked like, oh, just 30 seconds ago.

...And what a 30 seconds it was... she thought as she stepped back from Hibari. He was eying her. She inwardly cringed. Like a wolf in the presence of a deer. Why had she just let him do that when they were at school? Shudders went up her spine. Longing, perhaps? Masami pursed her lips fretfully.

The contact had been electrifying.

"You're the one that left," Masami reminded as she half-turned to him. He had done it on such short notice too. She only found out an hour before he had to take that stupid helicopter of his to a city airport. She began to walk away, her face darkening as she recalled something else.

He hadn't called her even once.

"You didn't call me," she added, still marching away from him. Don't get her wrong. It wasn't as if she was the type of person to just twiddle her thumbs by the phone waiting for someone to call her. She'd even gone to ask Tsuna if he knew where Hibari was and what he was doing, but to no avail. She had even gotten a hold of Dino, but the Bucking Horse had told her that he hadn't seen Hibari for a while, but that he had visited for a while before going away again.

Masami couldn't help it when she stopped at the gates to glance behind her. Hibari was halfway down the courtyard. He was gazing at the cherry blossoms and she took the time to study him. He looked as immaculate as always, even after their... activities together. She would add "unpleasant", but saying that she didn't like being kissed by the moron who hadn't bothered calling her in three months was kind of like saying that she hated eating a good hamburger just because it had the chance of giving her a heart attack.

She subconsciously smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt and squinted pointedly at Hibari. There was something definitely off of his attire. He wasn't dressed formally in the suit he normally donned. Instead, he was wearing a black silk dress shirt and fitted dark jeans.

In other words, casual stuff.

And in more words, stuff he never wore. Ever.

(And if she were to go even further than that, Masami may have admitted to herself that he looked good in casual wear. On the other hand, that was going way too far, so it would be best to ignore that.)

Hibari turned to stare at her unabashedly once he noticed her looking at him. His piercing dark grey eyes felt like they were staring right to her soul. The staring contest would have lasted longer if she didn't remember that she was mad at him and that she should be wasting her time wondering why she was with this guy again rather than staring into beautiful, grey eyes that had the most unique and obscure shade of blue that I have ever-

Masami pivoted on her heel decisively. Her thoughts wouldn't wander anymore. She was going to stay mad, furious, angry and completely pissed...

...That is until she saw the motorcycle parked right outside the gates. Her anger melted to shock and disbelief. She recognized the model. If the expensive type wasn't enough to clue her in, kanji for 'Namimori' on a small space at the bike's rear was more than enough to make her realize that it was Hibari's bike. He normally used a car, right?

Before Masami could contemplate even further why Hibari had brought his bike was the precise moment he chose to rudely distract her by striding past her and making her smell the familiarity of his own unique scent and the smell of pine. The students surrounding the bike parted and rushed away after the heat of his glare.

They were left completely alone. The speed at which the other students had left reminded her that Hibari was a scary individual to most people.

It was a good thing she wasn't most people then.

Masami's arms crossed over her chest as Hibari adjusted the goggles over his eyes, not even looking at her once. She saw the helmet on the bike and knew it was meant for her. Masami frowned. He just expected her to jump on the bike...

Masami uncrossed her arms, the hand holding the handles of her bag tightening. "I'll be going now," she told him, certainly not reveling in how he had stopped adjusting the goggles all of a sudden. She turned on her heel, fully prepared to walk home. Maybe that would teach him that he couldn't expect her to jump on his bike after pissing her off like that.

Masami barely made it six feet before he intercepted.

"Get on," Hibari's voice said. She turned back to scowl at his command.

"Why should I?" Masami snapped. She hadn't seen him or talked to him in months and all of a sudden he was expecting her to just follow him like some dog even though he hadn't tried to call her and even though-

"...I missed you," Masami admitted quietly.

"..." Hibari watched her carefully. She seemed more sad than mad now. Masami hugged herself. It felt better than just standing there with her hands by her sides. She was waiting for his reply.

"...I was setting up the Foundation," he explained in a clipped tone and it was more than enough to make her feel worse than she already felt.

.He didn't seem to care at all.

Masami shook her head.

"I know. I know it's because of that organization that I couldn't help with because of school and I know that you're busy and I know that you're rushing to get it on its feet before Tsunayoshi-kun is named the head of the Vongola, but-" She smiled sadly.

"...That doesn't mean I have to like it."

Masami's eyes widened.

What... had she just said? Why did she just say that? It wasn't the time to be acting like this. Maybe after everything was settled in, but not now. Too selfish. Way too selfish. Masami backed away nervously. She'd somehow drifted to barely two feet from the bike. She gestured frantically with her hands.

"W-we can talk about this later, like in another few months." Masami started laughing. It sounded hollow to her ears. "I-I'm sure you're just here to get something, right? I would ask if you needed help with organizing, but-"

Hibari held out a hand.

Masami blinked at it dumbly.

"Wha-"

"I came here to get you."

"Me? Why..."

Hibari seemed irritated now.

Masami bit her lip. She couldn't go with him back to the organization right now. She still had to come back to school for her report card and if she wasn't mistaken, there was an after party with the other graduates this weekend and why did all of these sound like excuses to even her ears...

"Masami."

She stared and then his hand and then-

She took it.

She better not regret going with him was all that went through her mind as his larger hand held hers.

A/N: This story will be kind of plot-less and will be short. I'm guessing five chapters, max. I may change the summary too since it doesn't really have much to do with the story.

Thanks for reading and please review to let me know what you thought of it.