Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Prologue:
"Just stay quiet and try not to fuck anything up."
"Ahaha, okay Gokudera, don't worry so much!"
Gokudera clenched his jaw and tried to hold back the multiple cuss words (in multiple languages) that longed to spill from his lips. He gave Yamamoto a quick once over, made sure the baseball idiot had his shoes tied and his tie wasn't crooked and all that. The ridiculously expensive suit he was wearing looked sinfully good on the tall Japanese man and Gokudera couldn't help feeling a little subpar next to him.
Che, the moron probably doesn't even realize how good he looks…not that I care.
They were both standing outside two very tall, very ornate looking doors, preparing to meet with several Italian bosses from other families that the Vongola were allies with. Unfortunately Tsuna was a little behind in his Italian lessons and so Reborn decided sending the right hand man would suffice. Yamamoto was just there as backup.
Right as Gokudera raised his hand to knock the door swung open, revealing a huge, echoing foyer. The door appeared to have swung open of its own accord so Gokudera gestured at Yamamoto to follow him inside. Gokudera was amazed by the grandeur around him, but kept his face respectfully blank. His companion was a little less discreet though. Yamamoto's mouth hung open, his eyes practically bugging out.
Gokudera elbowed him in the side. Hard.
"Shut your fucking mouth, you look like a goddamn fish."
Yamamoto grinned his usual obnoxious grin and laughed off the fuming man beside him.
The two eventually came upon the meeting room and Gokudera shushed Yamamoto one last time before entering. Inside the room stood five Italian men of varying age. They stood close to one another, all dressed in varying shades of black suits. At the sound of the door, they looked up from their discussion and began bounding gleefully over to where Gokudera stood.
The first one to reach the two Vongola was a young man with clear, tan skin. He greeted Gokudera warmly, speaking in rapid Italian. Gokudera quickly kissed the man's face twice before moving on to the next boss. He glanced back at his comrade, expecting the usual annoying smile. Instead though, Yamamoto appeared to have gone very tense and still. His eyes seemed to darken and Gokudera saw him visibly clench his fists. His glare was directed at the Italian bosses.
What the hell is wrong with him…?
Gokudera had no time to linger on thoughts of Yamamoto though. He continued greeting the bosses, giving each the customary kiss on both cheeks. They eventually all sat down to discuss business.
Yamamoto stayed stiff and angry-eyed for the remainder of the meeting.
Gokudera stayed confused and oblivious for the remainder of the meeting.
TBC