Kuro's eyes flashed red as he smiled. The lad stood up as he walked briskly towards the huddled group, and took his place a few meters beside Chiyo. Kuro had been listening to the introductions thus far, and from what he gathered, the injured fledgling was Greyson, and the russian one was Krov. Kuro shook his head as he looked at Chiyo, and crossed his arms.

"Ehhh... Chiyo-nee, I really don't like it if you tell other people of how old I am. It makes me feel wrinkly, and all." Kuro pouted, puffed his cheeks, and snorted childishly. Then, the childish look vanished from his face as his voice became deeper. "But I guess what Chiyo said is more than enough." the lad tilted his head as he edged to the wall that was closer to Hisako and Greyson. "First of all, Chiyo, I would ask of you to respect Krov's history. I believe that none of us here, fledgling or great, lived through our human life, and vampiric life without a problem. We all experienced the hardships that this world has placed us through. Wars, genocides, corruption, insanity... We all experienced them. That is why I would like everyone to give each other the respect that they're due; respect them not because they are vampires, but because they were once humans as well." Kuro spoke as he looked at Chiyo intently. "Age merely implies power, but not necessarily wisdom. Krov, you have lived through a life of blood, and violence, and for that, I commend your wisdom. However, your reputation with the Black Swords is of no use to us. It is more of a detriment than a benefit, and as such, your life of killing and retribution must be controlled. We cannot afford to be discovered as what Hisako said." 

Kuro paced around as he rubbed his chin. "That is why I don't reveal myself to people that easily. I've been keeping my identity from the Black Swords for a while now. Ranking and age might have been significant then, but now, it's not worth a dime. Fledgling or not, the Black Swords will still kill us. When we were still humans, we leaned on others for help, and now in our undeath, it's crucial for us to rely on one another in these dark times. Waste not a drop of vampiric blood. And for that to happen, it must begin with respect." Kuro now set his eyes on Krov. "If you want to be respected, you will respect even the lowest of the vampires. If you want to be appreciated, you will appreciate even the lowest of our kind." Kuro turned to everyone as he cleared his throat. "Whenever any of you feel that you have the nerve to disrespect and underestimate one another, always remember that you're all just mere infants compared to me... until someone more powerful comes... I hope."

Suddenly, the childish visage appeared once more on Kuro's face as he scratched his head, and smiled widely.

"Well, my name is Kuro Nakatomi, or Nakatomi Kuro! You can call me Kuro, or awesomely awesome Kuro-kun! I like to eat cake, chicken, and lollipop; I also like toys, preferably ones that can fly... Ramen as well... Hmmmm." Kuro drooled as he suddenly snapped out of it. "Oh yeah, it's not fair, Hisako-pyon! You didn't say your age! Hahahaha!" 

Kuro placed his hand on his temple as he was apparently deep in thought.

"Hmm... Ah! I know! Dear me, I forgot! Hahahaha! I'm over a thousand years old! Nice to meet you!~" Kuro smiled as he looked at Greyson. "You don't look too well, big sister... How I wish I can help..."