classy act

If Kuroki wasn't trailing after his Father, eager to learn, then either one of his uncles seemed to be fair game in his eyes. For all his razor sharp edges and shark teeth the little prince saw nothing but a fountain of knowledge, it was clear from the way that he carried himself that the Kage knew how to make a kill and he wondered how much it varied from his sire's methods. He was eager and a little bouncy in his steps as he followed his looming elder, wondering what lesson he had planned in store. His Uncle didn't talk much but in all honesty Kuroki was already used to the silence, he found it comforting in a way, to know that he didn't have to search for the right words, say the right things lest he judged for it. For now his eyes was on the prize; to be better and stronger was all he wanted and needed. His own wants and desires were cast aside, easy to pretend they didn't matter.

The pair finally drew to a stop and Kuroki looked up expectantly, eagerness lighting the pitch black of his eyes.