Pairing: Izaya/Hibari

Prompt: Izaya/Hibari (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!).

Izaya liked the mafia. Not so much the Japanese yakuza, since weird hairdos and tattoos just were not his thing, but the Italian kind was particularly interesting. The suits were cool, too. That was why when he came across rumors about some powerful family based on the middle of nowhere, aka Namimori, he decided to check it out.
Small towns were normally rather dull and it had been such a long time since he had left Tokyo that he was nearly blinded by the sun as soon as he left the train station. There were no tall buildings to block the light so that it filled the air completely. It took Izaya a while to get used to this unusual brightness but soon enough he was strolling down sleepy streets.
The good thing about small towns was that one never needed to actually look for people. All it took was some wandering about. Izaya passed the shopping district which was rather mediocre all around and of course he ended up standing in front of the Sawada household after following a cute yellow birdie. He lost sight of the flying bundle of awesome but sang along as he stumbled on his destination and pretended that he too could fly by flapping his arms in lieu of wings.
"Midori tanabiku! Namimori no!"
Tsuna recognized the melody and stepped out of the gate.
"Hibari-san! Don't bite me to death!"
Izaya ceased his skipping about.
"Hi there! You must be Sawada Tsunayoshi! I'll call you Tsu-chan!"
It was one Izaya's convictions that everyone could and should be '-chan'ed. Tsuna blinked a few times.
"Ah, more weird people are showing up!"
A tiny cow thing (Izaya supposed it was a child of sorts but it looked like an afro with horns to him) hopped over the wall and pointed at Izaya, reminding him anew that animal prints were a crime against aesthetics.
"Haha, new guys get to serve Lambo-san!"
"Lambo, keep quiet!"
Tsuna tried to catch the weird creature but it escaped. Izaya grabbed it by the top of the hair and waved it around.
"Lambo-chan, is it? How very nice to meet you! Let's improve your image a bit."
Before Tsuna could say anything the switchblade was out and Lambo's thick curly puff of hair was reduced to a few strands so that he looked like a mix between bovine humanoid and poodle.
"Looks so much better now!"
Tsuna flailed while Lambo burst out crying. Not only was another weird guy around as he seemed random and insane. As if Reborn and co. were not bad enough. Izaya's haircut exposed the many things that Lambo kept in his mane, including many lollipops one of which Izaya popped into his mouth and another that he used to shove into Lambo's mouth to shut him up.
"…ga…man…ne…"
Speaking through hard candy was considerably difficult but the sugar rush did the job in stopping him from crying. Tsuna was actually impressed but he had no chance of even expressing this.
"You! I'm Juudaime's right hand man! Don't you get near him, you Fur Fringe you!"
At times like this Izaya seriously questioned Gokudera's timing. It varied from bad to worse. Gokudera was already running at full speed as if to mow down Izaya who simply took a step sideways and let him crash into the wall.
"Gokudera-kun, calm down. We don't know who this person is, he may be a good guy."
Tsuna tried his conciliatory approach. Gokudera struggled to get up from the pile of rubble.
"If Juudaime says so..."
Izaya eyed the new comer up and down. Quite tasteful fashion style, Izaya liked the many rings and the streetwear vibe.
"Go-chan! You know how to dress, maybe you can give Tsu-chan some tips."
Gokudera was on his feet right away, pushing a silver cannon armband into Izaya's face.
"You bastard, don't get too intimate with Juudaime!"
"Aw! Go-chan is in love! That is so sweet! And is that a skull?"
Gokudera blushed and tried to blast Izaya who calmly diverted the red energy ray or whatever it was with his blade alone. Tsuna had to intervene at this point before Gokudera destroyed the entire neighborhood.
"Gokudera-kun! Let's just hear him out first!"
Izaya bowed.
"I am Orihara Izaya. An informant from Tokyo."