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Izaya's eyes narrowed and he frowned uncharacteristically down at the pokemon in his arms. When he tried to drop it, it just levitated up to hug him around his neck, almost causing him to choke. As he tugged at the bell pokemon's stubby arms, it clung to his wrist.

"...If that ever happens, that means its found some way to control me with its psychic powers. Then you'd better kill me off, because I'd rather be dead then some bell-monster's living puppet." he uttered distastefully, trying to shake the Chingling off. Delic only held on tighter, seeming to enjoy itself as if Izaya were treating him to a ride.

Eventually the man's arm grew tired and he stopped, deciding Delic was enjoying himself far too much. Besides, the little bell was making a sickeningly magical-sounding jingle, like the kind that little girls associated with sparkles and glitter. It was becoming disturbingly clear just how suited Delic was to his coloring.

"I'm sorry...you were saying...?" Izaya asked, turning his attention back to Luke. It seemed he hadn't quite caught that last part. Did he say 'him'...? "Greeting other without words...how intimate. Are you two lovers?"

He turned with a blank face to the dark-haired stranger. Slowly the corners of his lips curled upward in his favorite smile. "Yuri, is it? But that's a girl's name. You're Japanese?"

Leaning forward on his tip-toes to inspect Yuri's face, Izaya kept his smile, eyes locked on the trainer's. Even when he reached forward to tug on Yuri's sash, perhaps intending to go farther down south. As if to distract him at the same time, he continued, "You know what 'Yuri' means in Japanese, right? Your parents must have had come cruel sense of humor."

Now Yuri could take a lot of things. But the close proximity and the tugging at his clothes, was something that he did not appreciate. Didn't this guy have any sense of personal space? Apparently not.

He tilted his chin up slightly as the guy inspected his face. Then in the next instant, there was the ringing of metal and the clattering of a scabbard against the concrete as Yuri unsheathed his sword with one hand. The blade coming up to Izaya's outstretched throat, barely touching his jugular.

It was a warning to be sure. A sign that Yuri was clearly displeased.

"I wouldn't know. I never knew my parents," he responded coldly. Ignoring the shouts and curses of people on the sidewalk as they nearly stumbled over and stepped on the discarded scabbard. Repede quickly left Yuri's side to go retrieve it before it became damaged, although not without a huff.

Luke was indeed male, and beyond that he had approximately zero sensibilities for subtle advances - especially in cases where the advancer was a pokemon. He returned the gesture with a vague blanket smile. He didn't particularly mind playing perch for the Chingling for a while if it eased nerves across the board.

Apparently nerves weren't going to be eased, though, and the sound of a sword leaving its scabbard vividly rekindled memories of images and sensations that immediately caused his face to blanch. The sight was too familiar, and Luke's imagination easily substituted the scene for the hallucination of its aftermath. Suddenly quite deaf to any address from Izaya or any mentions of his or Mieu's name that would normally easily attract his full attention, the boy swayed slightly, moving towards the wall of a bordering building for support on instinct with frightened eyes that refused to remove themselves from the scene. He folded his arms to hold his hands at his elbows, his only response a quiet murmur, "Stop. Stop. You can't."

"Ling...?" Realizing his attack had no effect, Delic began to wonder exactly what was happening to the red-headed human when Luke had to turn to a wall for support. The Chingling seemed concerned and levitated off Luke's shoulder, just in case his weight had been what had caused the human to sink. "Chingling?"

With Yuri's blade returned to its sheath, Izaya returned his knife to his pocket. He wasn't particularly fond of engaging in conflict himself. But of course that didn't stop his mouth from running.

"Twenty-one...nice age," he murmured thoughtfully. "And it's a shame you never knew what it meant all these years. It's Japanese for 'Lily'. Which, like I said, seems to suit you."

But Yuri didn't seem to be listening anymore. He shoved Izaya out of the way without another thought, causing the other man to fight to regain his balance. Once he had done so, Izaya watched Yuri go to Luke, who had slumped up against a wall looking panic-stricken.

Orihara stared at the pair, his expression going blank again; utterly unreadable. Even Delic wasn't sure what that look meant, but just in case it was something bad, he drifted back to his trainer's side. "Ching-ching?" he inquired of Izaya. The Rocket absently put a hand on the pokemon's head before picking up the Love Ball on the ground. "Not now, Delic," he said softly.

"Ching," the psychic-type whispered disappointedly, but did as he was told. After all, being a psychic-type allowed him a slight advantage to reading human emotions. A flash of red light, and the Chingling disappeared.

Yuri frowned, for he didn't buy it. But he never was one to really pry into other people's affairs, so long as it didn't affect him or didn't cause harm to others. However, he couldn't completely ignore it either.

"I don't really care what you do, but dragging you to the hospital once was enough. Don't go passing out again."

Something wasn't right with the boy, he could tell. However, he had no clue that it was actually his sword that had caused the reaction.

"I said I'm fine," he reiterated, his tone a bit firmer. The guy talked about it like passing out was written into his day planner or something. Wake up, go into town, meet up with some people, pass out. Sure, that was a great schedule. He didn't mind the indignation, though; it gave him something else to dwell on while feelings of dread and panic subsided. Jeez, what was wrong with him? He was really coming to hate that suffocating feeling, though it was strange enough in its own right that the sensation was frequent enough nowadays for him to have come to hate it in the first place.

Left in a sour mood from his lack of understanding of his own situation, Luke answered Izaya's question with a shrug, responding only to the assumption, "No, of course not." It was a boring story anyway that equated roughly to 'not with him.' It wasn't like the sword had been left anywhere special anyway. He just wasn't carrying it at the moment.

The offer of a meal was met with nothing more or less than plain ambivalence, but the implication that he would make himself sick by putting off meals irritated him, and he shrugged away from the arm promptly, "That's not it. I'm not a child." He at least knew how to take care of himself, jeez...

"Of course, of course! pardon me; I meant no disrespect, Mr.Fon Fabre," the red-eyed man laughed, putting his palms up in a show of surrender. However, his voice was far from apologetic. He continued to grin at Luke, wondering if the red-head would recall their first meeting and the young noble's naive act of revealing his last name. "I didn't mean to sound condescending~"

Clapping his hands together once, he beamed warmly at the both of them. "Perfect! Let's go! Ever tried Udon noodle soup? This particular place makes the best in the entire city..." He walked ahead, allowing them some distance without looking behind him.

Luke's hesitation was noted, and it looked like that the boy seemed to share similar feelings about this black haired guy, who never actually introduced himself.

"Huh? Never heard of it." Despite looking very much asian, Yuri wasn't actually very in touch with his heritage. He'd always lived on a very non-asian island, and never actually tried to discover his ethnicity. The fact that he had a katana was mostly coincidence.

"Do you always treat people to lunch before giving them your name?" Yuri then asked as he started to follow, glancing at Luke once, before turning his attention back to Izaya. He had given the other man his name after all, and while he wasn't one for formalities... it was kind of rude not to give your name in return.

Repede followed dutifully at Yuri's side, also giving the strange man with the Chingling a look of suspicion. He didn't smell right.