A/N: Okay, sorry. So I couldn't resist. It was just in my head so GAH I couldn't take it off.

Is Goku OOC here? I just had the impression that after ten years he would go a little bit soft on the edges. URGH.

I think this is a nice little idea, you can learn words too :P

Gab – to talk continuously, usually about things that are not important

It was typical for the tenth to attend balls and parties and in every occasion, Gokudera Hayato had to be there with him. He sighed as Vongola Tenth talked to people, socialized with men and women alike, most probably negotiating alliances and listening to mafia predicaments. It certainly was a gabfest to Gokudera sometimes. There were no negotiations to be talked about, Vongola was strongest in his mind.

Now where was that girl? He thought, eyes scanning the spacious room, different colors from elegant white to sexy black greeting his eyes and some women glancing his way. Ah, there she was, although when he found her, the wine glass in his hand almost slipped away.

He raised his eyebrow at a man conversing with her, her wavy chestnut hair swaying back and forth to her nods and her modest, white dress covering her up just the way Gokudera wanted it to. Some women just tried too hard to reveal everything they had. He walked closer to the pair, though not close enough to let them know of his presence, just enough to hear them.

"Oh no, it's certainly beautiful, not as flashy as everyone else's but that's the beauty of it, you see." He had a thick Italian accent, obviously a native that hadn't stepped out of this country. A knot formed in Gokudera's chest at the light pink shade emerging on the girl's cheeks.

"Thank you, you look splendid as well, signor." Gokudera placed the empty wine glass on a random passing tray with a waiter and crossed his arms over his chest. They were all talk, bouncing compliments off of each other as if it was a game, continuing to talk about how lovely the weather was, how it would be nice, if there was a chance, to have lunch with h- Wait, what?

Gokudera had boundaries and this man had stepped on it, he put on a somewhat pleasant smile and walked up to the two, catching the attention of the girl who hadn't replied to the man, her eyes lighting up and her face forming a smile that she thankfully, had only been showing around Gokudera. "Gokudera-kun!" She met him with a hand outstretched, automatically reaching for his arm and smiling up at him.

"Akane." He muttered under his breath with the lightest smile, pulling the collar of his suit a little, eyes turning soft at the sight of her smiling. He shot a glance at the now quiet man in front of them, leaning forward a little, dipping his head closer to the girl's. "It's nice on you." The dress, he meant, for they had gone out several weeks earlier looking for one.

"Of course." She nodded and turned towards the man she was conversing with earlier. "Gokudera-kun helped picked my dress, signor. His tastes are quite good." The said man chuckled, still eyeing the girl and not even sparing Gokudera a glance. He spoke, his eyes still tacked on to the girl and his voice smooth; almost provoking. "Yes, quite good taste, not only on the dress."

Gokudera smirked at the man, placing a hand on top of Akane's that was on his arm, her emerald eyes holding some question in them. "I have a keen eye." He boasted, to which Akane followed, "…Well, you are Vongola Decimo's Storm."

"V-Vongola…?" They both looked back at the said man who now had a somewhat forced smile upon his face, his knuckles turning white from gripping his wine glass too tightly. "I'm afraid I… have someone to attend to." And he left, just like that, turning away from the couple and walking towards the crowd.

Akane smiled a little, "That works every time." Feeling Gokudera's hand slip away from on top of hers but she kept hers intact. He sighed a little, giving her a pointed look. "Tch, Akane… Can't you stay away from people like that?" She gave him a sheepish smile, "I do stay away."

Right. Gokudera thought, they're the ones who approach but then he couldn't blame them. Her features were a beautiful mix of Italian and Japanese, emerald eyes and wavy chestnut locks that complemented her diamond shaped face. "Next time, when they start talking nonsense, you should walk away." Or, he glanced at her hand that was still on his arm.

Or I should just give you a ring.