"Tokyo? That is so cool, Orihara-san! Must be really exciting to live in such a big city."
Izaya nodded. Tsuna was clearly beginning to realize Izaya's true coolness so naturally Gokudera humphed.
"What's so great about a bunch of buildings. The best place in the world is where Juudaime lives!"
Tsuna smiled faintly. Izaya skipped about some more.
"I am so envious, Tsu-chan. Such devotion! Go-chan, keep it!"
I-Pin peered through the gate to see what this commotion was all about. The handsome newcomer caught her attention. He was cute, in fact a bit like Hibari-san and quite a lot like her master, too. Izaya spotted her and immediately picked her up.
"Little Chinese girl! Wheee!"
To Tsuna's horror Izaya proceeded to throw her into the air a few times as if I-Pin was a ball instead of a mini kid with an absurdly oversized head. And then the Pin countdown began and Tsuna nearly had a heart attack.
"I-Pin! Hibari-san isn't even around so don't explode! Orihara-san, be careful!"
From the corner of his eye he saw a baseball wielding fellow and tossed the human projectile in his direction. Yamamoto went into batter mode and hit her out of sight. Half a second later an explosion burst in the sky in reddish flames, a booming noise and shock waves knocking everyone down except for Izaya and Yamamoto.
"Homerun! All the way to China!"
Izaya celebrated madly. Yamamoto smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, I thought she was a ball."
Gokudera stormed all over again.
"That's why you're a baseball freak! Forget that, we have an enemy here!"
Izaya gasped dramatically.
"Me? An enemy? Not at all! I'm an independent agent."
"Oh, we got someone new to play mafia games? Neat! I'm Yamamoto Takeshi."
Yamamoto shook hands with Izaya who introduced himself. Gokudera foamed at the mouth.
"Don't go fraternizing with the enemy!"
"Orihara…oh, Orihara Izaya! I remember the name, are you the Tokyo costumer that orders large doses of ootoro every week?"
"That's me!"
"You're our number one costumer! My old man told me that if you ever dropped by Namimori, we'd treat you to some free sushi. So why don't we all go? What do you say, Tsuna?"
Meal times could be chaotic but there was so much Tsuna could handle.
"Sure, sounds great. Right, Gokudera-kun?"
"Hmph. If Juudaime says so then I will play along. But if this Fur Fringe guy does anything suspicious, you may trust me to protect you!"
Tsuna smiled and wondered precisely why Gokudera went on these rants at least once per day. Izaya blamed it on a combination of raging hormones and deep denial. They made their way to the restaurant, Yamamoto leading the way with Tsuna carrying Lambo and Izaya following while a grumpy Gokudera was at the rear in case of some stealth attack that he bet was just around the corner and how could that baseball freak be so carefree.
"In Ikebukuro we have Russian sushi."
"Really? Ikebukuro?"
"Best neighborhood in Tokyo. Probably bigger than your entire town."
Tsuna widened his eyes making Izaya wonder how big these could get.
"That's amazing, Orihara-san!"
"Izaya will do just fine."
"Izaya-kun, then."
Now here was a combination of name and honorific that Izaya was not particularly happy with but he let it slide. Yamamoto looked over his shoulder.
"Russian sushi? How is that made?"
"Not with people, I hope. There is also cheese sushi."
"Tokyo really is different!"
"Sound like something Basil-kun might like."
Izaya suddenly got the urge to throw the cow thing at Yamamoto to see him hit it all the way to the moon but restrained himself. Maybe later. He had already decided that if these guys ever formed a gang then the cow creature was getting axed fast. Unless there was a cooler version of it wandering about, that is.
"Basil-kun? Friend of yours."
"Yes. He's Italian and had a thing for all things Japanese. It gets a bit too much."
"He must meet Simon, then. My Russian friend who I talked into using 'gozaru' at all times."
Somehow Tsuna was not particularly surprised at this. As of late he had seen plenty of insane people and Orihara-kun was clearly one of them.