Aya: Random fic ~ Set in AU

Daemon: Nufufufu ~ I hope I'm leading ~

Aya: Keep dreaming Melon-head.

Daemon: -eyebrow twitching- Then why am I here? Fufufu ~

Aya: Disclaimer of course!

Daemon: Fine. This brat doesn't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Akira Amano does.

I- Smile

On the first time, he saw a girl in a white dress. Long golden blonde hair tamed in to low twintails. She wore a headband with a black rose. She laughed and danced and sang in a carefree manner. Dandelions danced in the wind along with her graceful movements. When he woke up, the last thing he remembered was a girl with a bright smile.

II- Scent

On the second time, it was different. His head was lying on her lap. His orange orbs boring holes into her heterochromatic ones. A beautiful pair of crimson and amber. He mused. Her delicate hand stroked his face tenderly, lovingly. The last thing he remembered was the smell of fresh grass and citrus.

III- Warmth

On the third time, they were walking in the endless field of flowers. Her hand in his. A loving smile adorned her face. He thinks she's beautiful. Perfection in every way. When he wakes up, his left hand his warmer than his right.

IV- Kiss

The fourth time was something he'd never be able to forget. At that time, they were lying in the vast field. She suddenly got up and placed a loving kiss on his lips. On instinct, his tongue brushed against her lower lip. Her lips parted so that his tongue could enter. She tastes like vanilla. And Strawberries. He thought. When he woke up, his lips burn with a kiss that he could never forget and a taste embedded on his tongue.

V- All in one

The fifth night was the last. She was standing underneath the cherry blossom tree. Her back facing him. "Is something wrong?" He asked as soon as he approached her. She turned around and faced him. There was a wistful smile on her lips. "I'm leaving." She whispered sadly. "W-what?" He asked. He took her hand in his. "I love you." He murmured. "Me too." She replied, gently stroking his face. Without warning, he crashed his lips onto hers. His tongue darting forward inside her mouth, working to embed her taste in his mind, his lips and his mouth. He weaves his hand into the kiss, he leaned his forehead on hers. "Arrivederci mi amore." She whispered.

When he wakes up, he does his usual routine and heads off to work. His lips burn with a sweet kiss filled with passion. His left hand is warmer than his right. His nostrils burn with the scent of fresh grass and citrus. And on his mind, the face, smile and laughter of a girl he grew to cherish and love in the span of four nights.

= Owari =

Aya: If you're wondering, the name of the girl is Luna, who I changed the name from 'Yuzuki Ai'.

Arrivederci mi amore- translates to 'Till We Meet Again, my love'