A/N Um, hey? I can honestly say I wasn't expecting such a response... but here's the next chapter :)

PS = I did a doodle art of Ichigo and Tsuna! It's the DP for this story ~

Chapter: The First Kurosaki

It was a bad idea to take the bike, Ichigo decided as he swerved to miss another idiot running through the street. Should've brought the SUV, would've hit more of them, he thought irritably, growling under his breath as one of the suited men yelled after him.

It wasn't like he'd actually hit that guy. More like… threatened to. Come on, he'd barely managed four hours sleep in the last two days, no thanks to the goddamn idiot who wouldn't stop singing or trying to talk to him –

Okay, calm down – goddamnit, ANOTHER GUY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD –

Swerving sharply, Ichigo took a breath and let it out slowly, recognising the street he was on. Yuzu's place is just around the corner. Not much longer, thank god. Idiocy must be in the air today.

Don't know why all the idiots are in suits though. Maybe they're politicians?

Slowing down as he took the corner, he felt the tension in his shoulder's lessening as he took in the small, tidy house that came into view. Ignoring the presence of other idiots in suits standing across the road and down the street, Ichigo pulled off the road and slid to a halt on the path in front of the house. Kicking the stop down and turning off the engine, Ichigo reached up and pulled off his helmet, dumping it on his lap and digging his fingers into his scalp, ignoring his sweaty hair. Groaning as he rubbed at his temples, he ignored the sudden appearance of one of the men in suits.

"Excuse me, sir, but you cannot remain here. This residence is off limits," the man informed him, standing straight and eyeing the biker in old, battered denim jeans and leather jacket. Even with his professionalism he couldn't stop his eyes drifting to the neon bright orange hair, sticking out all over the place – definitely a street punk. Frowning slightly, he glanced back to the man's face and was startled at the hard, cold look he was met with.

Ichigo stared at the man, taking in his pressed black suit and sunglasses, even in the pale early morning light. Eyes narrowing, he snorted and stood, swinging his leg over the bike and standing. He took a little bit of smug pleasure at the extra inches he had on the man, before completely dismissing him and grabbing his bag and turning to the front path.

Only for the man to appear in front of him, blocking the way.

"Sir, I repeat, you cannot be here," the man's voice was firm, and his hand began to drift to his hip.

Ichigo sighed, irritation building at the annoyance. Grumbling internally, he decided to play along, "Why?"

The abrupt question and unwavering stare made the man uncomfortable, but he answered promptly, hoping to get rid of the obviously stupid street punk. "This residence has been restrained to the Sawada family and their associates. You are not among those permitted entrance."

Ichigo's eyebrow rose, and stared at the man incredulously. "Not permitted? Like hell I'm not permitted," he snapped, unable to retain his patience – it was too damn early and he was too tired to be bothered.

At the hostility, the man's stance firmed, and with a barely noticeable flick of his finger, other men began to make their way over. "Sir, I must insist that you leave. Now."

Eyes narrowing, Ichigo braced his shoulders and glared at the man, feeling his fatigue and frustration bubbling up. "Look," he growled, "I just got off an 18 hour flight with two unscheduled stopovers with the most goddamn annoying people and drove another two hours in this goddamn freezing weather to this bloody town, I'm not in the mood to deal with your bullshit. Now get out of my way and let me into my sister's house."

He hadn't raised his voice, had barely let out any killing intent, he didn't know what he'd done to deserve the sudden shocked look or blatant stupefied staring the man had given him. But he just didn't care anymore. Shoving past the man, he stormed up to the gate and made his way to the door.

"He said his sister's house, did you hear -"

"That horrible glare!"

"He doesn't look like the Decimo…"

"Um, he's at the door, shouldn't we -?"

"Hey, wait! You can't just go in!"

Ignoring the stuttered protests, Ichigo reached up and rang the bell, ignoring the growing group of men behind him. The sudden silence prompted him to glance back, and he raised a brow at the suddenly empty street. Well they left quickly. Good riddance.

"Ciaossu."

A/N Oh I'm evil :) hehe I promise this won't be left a cliffhanger for long. I've decided that there's gonna be short arc for whatever interests me, in this case = Ichigo's introduction. Also, see if you can't guess why there's so many people in suits around :D

Actual Reborn/Ichigo interactions next chapter! Which will hopefully be out in the next day or three :)