DISCLAIMER: I do not own KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN. :)

BEWARE: AU and OOC on the loose. *laughs* seriously, I made the characters a bit... OOC.

-Secret Passion-
by: superyukikoyamada

"So we back in the club with
the bodies rockin' from side to side
Thank God the week is done, I feel like a zombie
gone back to life
Hands up, suddenly, we all got our hands up
No control on my body. Ain't I seen you before,
I think I remember those eyes..."

DJ Got Us Falling in Love by: Usher

PROLOGUE: .Stolen Kiss.

There were flashes from different cameras everywhere. Murmurs from people are heard throughout the whole function room. Groovy music were clearly heard because of those big speaker hung around the corners of the room. The dim lights were joined by different neon-colored lights that are twirling around the place. The big disco ball was hung in the middle of the room, going round and round, shining people with its light. Smokes and fogs are covering the whole place. And everyone was drowning themselves to party except for her.

"So boring," she simply said, emphasizing how bored she is now.

She is Kyoko Sasagawa, known for being a famous fashion designer and model. And today was her friend, Haru Miura's fashion show. Her friend was also known for being a famous designer as she is. The only difference between the two of them is that she does modelling sometimes while Haru never liked rampaging on stage or even doing some catwalks.

As the fashion show continues, she felt more and more bored. No, not because it was Haru's fashion show, not that. It's just that, being in that kind of society for almost how many years, one would also feel very bored as she is now. The cycle's always the same. That's the main reason she entered modelling despite the fact that a famous fashion designer like her could earn lots of bucks for just a single cloth—she gets bored easily.

She roamed her eyes around to look for her friend. But because of the dim lights plus the smoke, she failed. She stood up and grabbed her purse. She's going home already. Maybe she'll just send her friend a text message or something saying she already went home. She really can't stand the boredom consuming her.

But before she could almost got out of the entrance, she bumped onto something... rather, someone.

"O-ouch!" she held her head. "Hey, watch it."

"It's not me who's not looking, Miss. It's you." a cold, baritone voice answered.

She looked up to see who the arrogant man is. Her eyes grew wide when she already sighted who he is.

The very famous Sawada Tsunayoshi stands mightily in front of her. He was the richest and most eligible bachelor in their circle. He owns chains of hotels, restaurants, bars, and cafès. He's so into foods and beverages. She bet the reason why he's here is because his restaurant was the one who catered her friend's fashion show. She had read it earlier, 'Vongola, Inc.', his empire.

He was also known for being a first-class playboy. They said, 'After playing wit'em, he throws'em. No exceptions.' And even though, he's a good'ol playboy, girls just keep on throwing themselves at him. He's just a human, he can't never resist temptations for so long. Well, she couldn't blame him. With his looks, wealth, brains, and fame, only stupid girls are the one who wouldn't fall for him. Plus, he showers girls with material thigs after he's done with them. And she was one of those stupids. She never really liked playboys. She's into faithful ones.

Her head boiled up. The nerve! "Why, thank you. You're so gentle, really." she hissed sarcastically. She'll never back down here, even more when her pride's on the line.

He ignored her but he did not move.

"Move it, Mister."

"Not moving until you apologize for hitting me." he teased and grinned.

She inwardly groaned. Men, really! They love to tease until you're fuming with anger!

"I'm very, very sorry, Mister Sawada, sir." she said, very not sincere. "Now, can you please move so I could go out already? Really, you're making my legs hurt." she added sarcastically.

To her surprise, he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her outside.

"H-hey! W-what are you doing? Let me go." she grunted.

"No way." he continued pulling her until they were at the parking lot, with less people and less noise. He pinned her to the car.

"Now, apologize. I mean, sincerely." he stared at her.

She crossed her arms on her chest and stared back. "Really, mister. I can't believe your audacity, your ego. Is it really a big deal that I don't apologize accidentally bumping my head on you?"

"Yeah," he simply answered and had the bored look on his face as if saying, 'Say you're sorry now. Pronto! You're making me bore to death.'

Hah! Never! She just stared at him.

"What? Where's your sorry? I'm waiting, you know."

She eyed him. "I don't care. I already apologized. Done my part, never doing it again." she said strongly.

He moved his head closer—I mean, he looked down and move closer because she was small, petite—to her head.

"W-what a-are you doing...?" she stammered. No, he wouldn't do it, right? Kiss her? No way in hell.

"Trying to kiss you." he answered straightly.

"W-what?" but why does she feel that she needed to avert her head to prevent the kiss but her mind just wont follow? She just stayed there, silently anticipating his kiss. She closed her eyes and waited... and waited... and—wait! She opened her eyes, only to see him grinning at her.

"You anticipated my kiss?" he chuckled. "Really now. Me? Kiss you? No way! I don't kiss unlikeable people. "

Though, she knows this is his answer, still, she felt that little pang of pain inside her chest. Her face flusttered. She has to bring her composure back!

"You bastard! Wy would I anticipate your kiss? If I know, do you really know how to kiss?" she teased, trying to hide her shame and anger.

"Stop there, lady. Or you'll regret it, I mean it." he warned. But she didn't listen. Why would she? It came from his mouth earlier, right? He would never kiss her. So, literally, she's safe.

"Why? Did I hit a nerve there, Mister?" she continued. "Oh, maybe you know forehead kissing? You know, kisses you give to—" before she could even continue saying her words, she felt his lips pressed on hers.

It was a very warm and calm kiss, very unlike his personality. He's very gentle. Before she knew it, she just closed her eyes and savoured the kiss they were sharing.

When the kiss ended, both of them were panting for air. She bowed and never dared to look up on him. Her face flushed.

"So, whatddya say? Does that kiss prove that I know how to, Princess?" he sarcastically started.

"D-don't start, bastard." she warned.

"Why? I warned you earlier, right? You didn't listen. Tch! `Told you so." he continued teasing which made her face more flusttered.

"S-stop!"

"Oh, admit it. You enjoyed the kiss even though... you don't know how." he said and walked away. Leaving her dumbfounded and still shocked at what happened.

"You bastard, Tsunayoshi Sawada! I'll kill you if I ever see you again! Bastard!" she hissed to herself. "And you idiot, Kyoko! You made him kiss you, for heaven's sake! Your very first kiss, you let that bastard steal it!"

Upon realizing what really happened, she becamed redder and redder. He just stole her first kiss! Not just that, he knew she doesn't know how to kiss! Grr!

She went home that night still enraged and angered. Her mind's still clouded by the kiss. She just texted her friend when she got home. She slept with a frown on her face and holding her lips.

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A/N: Whoo~ After a hundred years, I finished this already. I have been writing this since last month but I can't find myself continuing. But luckily, I did. I little short, though. Very much suited for just a PROLOGUE. :)

So, guys, please READ and REVIEW. I need it very badly.

Sankyuu~

– superyukikoyamada.