When the little boy was born, everyone in the room rejoiced.
"Here he is!" They said, "The one who will next lead this dojo!"
He was small, but that was easily overlooked in the excitement. After all, he was only a baby! So what if his head could fit into the palm of your hand? He would grow, they were sure of it.
Only the perceptive ones noticed the caramel colored eyes that seemed to be searching for something or someone from the first moment they opened. He was just born, said the rest when the observation was spoken, what could he possibly be looking for?
At the feast that followed the birth, after the baby had been cleaned and wrapped up in a blanket (which was a very manly blue color, in case you wanted to know) the new mother was asked the name of her child. She paused for a moment, then pronounced, smiling, "Mitsukuni. Mitsukuni Haninozuka."
The head of the family beamed at his wife, proud of the manly name for his new son.
The smile slipped a bit when his mother gave the baby a hand-made (very girly) rabbit toy, but he couldn't resist the peaceful expression that settled on the babies face when the rabbit was in his arms.
The old woman peered into her grandson's face, satisfied with knowing that her present had diminished that searching look in his eyes for the time being.
A cake was brought out, one of the massive seven tiered ones that would feed a small army for a week.
The first piece went to the mother, who had just enough time to dip her finger into the side to taste it before baby Mitsukuni started to wail.
The other guests occupied themselves by complimenting the parents on their son, and the father's smile returned in the face of so much praise.
The mother was too focused on the fact that her child was now sucking the frosting off her finger.
And if anyone noticed that the expression on his face was a bit too greedy for a newborn, they didn't mention it.
A/N: Well, this isn't really what I'm used to, and it certainly isn't what I owe to my readers, but I couldn't resist. I was literally about to explode all over the walls if I didn't get some Hunny muse out. Did this make sense? Was it good? Now I'm worried, I've never written something short like this before.