Disclaimer: Don't own.

Meh, I did this fic in like...20 minutes. I realized there were a lot of "Byakuran"s starting a lot of these paragraphs when I finished typing this. And I do realize this isn't one of my best works, but I wanted this out of my head. By the way, sorry for the lateness. XD Tried to update before midnight, and I lost.

Long fingers danced lightly across the bare expanse of someone's chest, travelling up in a sensuous manner before suddenly digging harshly into the soft skin and dragging the fingers down, leaving angry red marks in their trail.

The poor body winced and arched away from the fingers, but unfortunately Mukuro was tied to a chair and didn't have much room to move away.

Byakuran leaned close to Mukuro's face. "Want me to tell you a secret~? It's Christmas today and Santa's supposed to give all the good little children presents." Byakuran lifted his finger and started to trace circular patterns on Mukuro's torso.

"But you," Byakuran whispered, "are a naughty little boy. And naughty little boys deserve to be punished. Don't you think?"

Byakuran stood up straight, "But I don't feel like punishing naughty boys today. We should be in the spirit of Christmas~" The white-haired man walked to a table and picked up a black collar with a silver bell on it. He turned back to the tied up pineapple-headed man and dangled the collar between two fingers to show Mukuro. "And I got you a present. Isn't that nice of me? "

Byakuran tied the collar snugly against Mukuro's neck. "It's a shock collar, too, so don't be naughty today, okay? I'm giving you some freedom in this room. Only for today though, so don't get used to it."

Byakuran slid a knife from his pocket and slashed at the ropes restraining Mukuro. Mukuro rubbed his wrists with his hands to assist with his blood circulation and looked up at Byakuran. "Do you really think that I'm that stupid to try and escape with this shock collar on?"

Byakuran smiled back in return, "Let's just say it's a precaution." He tapped Mukuro's nose lightly and turned around to head to the door. "Oh, and there's some cake on the table. Merry Christmas, little pineapple head~" And with that, Byakuran left the room with the sliding doors cutting off his leaving image.

Mukuro watched the doors for a few more moments before getting up and approaching the windows. He placed his hand flat against the pane and stared at the bright, pale moon. He smirked, almost laughing at himself.

"Even captured, I'm still thinking of you." Mukuro murmured quietly. Realizing something, Mukuro started laughing out loud. "Oh how ironic Christmas songs are."

He began to sing softly, even though it was out of character for him. "I'll be home for Christmas…"

~Elsewhere~

"Hibari-san? You'll catch a cold if you stand outside."

Hibari glared at the person, "Leave me alone or I'll bite you to death." Watching the person for a few more minutes, he turned back to look at the moon once again.

The person eventually walked back into the building to be confronted by a friend.

"… Do you think he misses him?"

"Probably. It's been, what, at least 10 years since they last saw each other."

The two looked back at Hibari who continued to gaze at the moon for the night.

"…if only in my dreams…"

Review and tell me how I did in one of my fast lil' stories. Not one which I'm proud of though.

Anyway, Merry Christmas people. Or Happy Holidays. Take your pick and enjoy your break.