A/N:Here's a new story idea I've been working on, but I'm gonna put it up here on Deviantart. This isn't really fleshed out much yet, but I swear it'll have some meat on it later. :/ Second chapter going up soon. :D

Chapter One: Ikebukuro's newest visitor

It goes without saying, that Ikebukuro is probably the craziest ward in Japan. Gangs such as the Dollars, Yellow Scarves, and Blue Squares thrive here and engage in on-again, off-again conflicts, a headless rider searches for her missing head, and let's not forget about Shizuo Heiwajima and Izaya Orihara's explosive relationship.

Yes, Ikebukuro was so wild that the Ikebukurians gradually got used to such things, so seeing new people in their ward was nothing out of the ordinary. That was why the new person walking down the street was paid almost no attention to by the Ikebukurians. He looked just like anyone else, after all. A small smirk crawled up his face at that point as he stared at something in his hands, but then he collided with someone.

'So much for paying attention to what I'm doing,' He thought to himself in annoyance.

"OW!" He cried, rubbing his aching head. His eyes widened upon finding himself staring into the face of a giant African-American man who was looking at him in surprise and worry.

"You all right, kid? I know what make you feel better! How about some Russia Sushi? It good!" The man said, in a distinctly foreign accent.

'He's definitely new to Japanese,' The boy thought to himself before shrugging. "Nah, I'm not exactly hungry now. Sorry."

"Why? You no like Russia Sushi? I make it with best ingredients and it comes right from the heart!" The man said, putting a hand to his heart in a dramatic gesture. The boy immediately raised an eyebrow at the strange scene, wondering to himself if he should just make an excuse and leave.

"S-Sorry, not now, I'm sort of busy now."

Simon studied the boy before him. He was of average height for his age, wearing casual clothing. He had a mature air about him and his blue eyes seemed to be full of intelligence beyond his years. His hair was messy and dark brown.

"Oh, one other thing, boy. What your name? I'm Simon Brezhnev."

The boy turned to look at him. "...Kudo Shinichi."

"Young Master Kudo, you seem kind. So will you go to Russia Sushi?"

Shinichi stared at him blankly. "Eeh...not right now. Like I said, I'm busy-"

"Yo, Simon! What's up?" A new voice cried out. Shinichi turned in time to see two boys walking toward Simon, though not really...one was trying to inch himself away from the giant. The first had blond hair and golden-honey brown eyes, and the second had dark hair and blue eyes.

"Kida-kun, you want Sushi?" Simon said.

"Nah, we already ate," The boy, Kida, apparently, said. His golden eyes came to rest on Shinichi, who was eying him in curiosity. "Who's this? Another hungry customer?"

"I been trying to convince him to eat Russia Sushi, but he refuses." Simon said, looking sad.

"Oi, oi, I'll eat it later, all right?" Shinichi said, getting annoyed. 'Are the people here really this annoying?'

"Young Master Kudo, will you really eat here?"

"Yes," Shinichi reluctantly agreed.

"Kudo?" The golden-haired boy voiced.

"My name's Kudo Shinichi," Shinichi introduced.

Kida smiled. "I'm Masaomi Kida and this is my friend, Mikado Ryuugamine."

"H-Hello," Mikado said shyly.

Shinichi eyed Mikado. 'Hmm...there's something off about him. He seems to be pretending to be shy. What is this feeling I sense from him? Is he some sort of criminal? Huh...' He thought.

"So why are you in Ikebukuro?" Masaomi asked, leading the newbie around. Masaomi had to say that this teenage boy was definitely quite withdrawn and quiet, preferring to be in his own thoughts, but there was something not quite right about him. He seemed to be too serious for a teenager.

"Well, I'm looking for someone who came here. I'm trying to find him, you could say," He whispered softly.

"Well, isn't that interesting? We have a classmate who's gone missing, too." Mikado spoke up quietly, and then blushed when the boy looked at him. There was just something piercing about those blue eyes of his.

"I see," Shinichi remarked, "I'm going to be attending a school called Raira Academy."

"Really? A new transfer student? This is amazing! We're going to have to teach you how to attract the girls!" Masaomi chirped.

Shinichi just smirked. "I'm not interested, sorry."

"Why not?"

"I already have a girlfriend," Shinichi admitted, and then sighed upon seeing Kida's sad face, which reminded him all too much of a certain thief.

Kida-kun and Mikado guided Shinichi around for a bit, and then they went their separate ways.

Shinichi was walking down a crowded street, when a dark-haired youth passed by him briefly.

"Hey, you. You seem new here," He said. Shinichi shivered when he noticed his eyes were a piercing blood-red. Yup, definitely possessed a criminal-like aura.

"...That's right," He said coolly. 'He feels like...Gin...'

"So, you want me to show you around? My name's Izaya. What's yours?" The boy extended a hand out to him, but Shinichi didn't take it.

"I'm Rampo Doyle. I come from Ekota." Shinichi lied.

"You have a Tokyo-esque accent," Izaya hissed. "So, who are you, really?"

Shinichi just stared him down calmly, an act that unnerved the informant. "I'm afraid I have somewhere to be, really."

And with that, he walked away from the open-mouthed black-haired man, who was shocked that anyone had actually rejected him.

'Who the hell was that kid? Why was he so damned hard to trick?'

Cursing, Izaya kicked the wall in frustration.

Shinichi got to his apartment easily and sat down on the couch, taking it in. "Man, this place sure is different from Beika."

He poured himself a cup of coffee and drank it. It was growing cold. "Damn."

That night, he went to bed, wondering over his new life in Ikebukuro. He wondered where that wily thief was. 'KID, what are you doing?'

Blue eyes flitted over to the sky. 'I wonder if he actually wants me to find him.'