This is gonna be in Fuyuhiko POV, so I'm gonna try to replicate his personality as best as I can.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu was pissed. Correction MORE pissed than usual.

He was honestly having a good week, there were no turf fights, his whiny bitch of a sister left him alone, and Peko was able to get him his favorite sweets without anyone knowing, but now here he was, waiting at the airport early in the morning for some bastard that his father said he needed to be all "buddy-buddy" with.

-Flashback-

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE"S LIVING WITH US!?" Fuyuhiko yelled at his father.

His father didn't even blink at the tone, "An old friend of mine is sending her son to Japan and she asked me if he could stay with us and I agreed." He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. " Her son is just about your age and I thought you could use this opportunity to make some new connections."

"Why in the hell would I care about some fucker just because you knew his mom?" Fuyuhiko spat out.

"Because he is a certified bounty hunter and having a friend like that could help you greatly when you take over the clan" His father stated calmly.

That piece of information gave Fuyuhiko some pause. A bounty hunter his age? Also, his father was a man who never took favors unless he had to. That raised another question:

"Who in the hell is this guy's mom anyway?" He asked his father.

For a split second, he saw it, fear. He saw fear pass by the face of his father, the most dangerous man in Japan. The only time he had seen fear on his father's face is when he was held at gunpoint, and at that moment it was fear out of his family, that time he gave Fuyuhiko a gun and took him to the range at the age of 6 and his mother found out. As soon as the fear appeared it disappeared. His father gave him a look and answered:

"The Black Canary"

-Flashback End-

And here he is now leaning on a black tinted car with the driver outside holding a sign with the name 'Issac Takashi'. Fuyuhiko thought about the name, the guy had a Japanese surname, but his first name was definitely foreign. 'Just what kind of person is he?' He thought to himself.

After waiting half an hour for this bastard, Fuyuhiko was about to tell the driver to take him home when he saw someone walking in their direction. The guy was about his age, 5'10, a deep golden tan skin, and had a medium build. He wore a dark purple hoodie that covered his hair and grey cargo pants. He looked extremely foreign despite having a Japanese surname. What put Fuyuhiko a bit off were his eyes. Fucking green eyes that looked like he was analyzing everything that crossed his path. He carried with him a simple black luggage bag and a blue duffle bag slung over his shoul- IS THAT A FUCKING QUIVER ON HIS BACK?

When he arrived at the car Fuyuhiko had an internal struggle. 'Should I start in English, or Japanese? He looks like he doesn't have a Japanese bone in his body and since he's coming from America, it's safe to assume that he speaks English. Better safe than sorry'

When he came up to Fuyuhiko and raised his hand in a welcoming gesture and said in perfect Japanese, "Hello, are you here to pick me up for Tenko? He said he was treating me to brunch."

The driver gave a small look of confusion, but Fuyuhiko knew it was a coded phrase to ensure he was the right guy. He gave him a pointed look and replied, " Yeah, he's serving his famous pork-filled onigiri and jasmine tea."

He didn't know how to read the teen. He may look like an American, but he spoke Japanese like he was doing it his entire life. And the fucking quiver? He wondered how he even managed to get that past security. It must be fake, right? It's pretty stupid for someone who is supposed to be a bounty hunter to display their weapon because it can give his enemy's a way to counter it.

He shook those thoughts out of his head and nodded to the driver. The driver opened the door and ushered them both into the car. Fuyuhiko got in first with Issac following. When they got in and the door closed Issac sighed with relief and pulled the hood off his head. Fuyuhiko's eyes widened a bit when he saw white hair that belonged to an old man on the head of this guy. After noticing that his eyebrows and eyelashes weren't the same color as his hair and deduced that it was probably dyed.

"If you want to know about my hair, you can just ask."

That snapped him out of his thought process. He looked up at Issac and saw that he was giving him a raised eyebrow look.

"Just wondering why would someone would want to look like an old man."

That got a reaction out of him.

"What'd you say to me, you baby-faced bastard!?" Issac said with an angry look on his face.

Now Fuyuhiko was HELLA pissed. He reached over to grab him and pulled him down to eye level.

"What the hell did you say to me you motherfucker?! I just met you and you're already pissing me off!"

Issac grabbed his arm and tightened his grip.

"You wanna let go or do you want your arm broken?"

"You threatening me or something?"

"You bet your ass I am."

They stared at each other for a full minute until Fuyuhiko let him go and Issac does the same. He gives a scoff with a light smile on his face.

"You got balls to threaten a Yakuza like me, y' know. You got guts."

"Yeah, you're not so bad either," Issac says with a smirk on his face.

The car ride back to the Kuzuryu estate is a quiet one, with neither party making conversation with each other.