[ Byakuran doesn't move away from him, clings to him like a drowning man to a life raft - and that's the problem, isn't it? That this is not a man - a boy barely out of his teens.
He doesn't return the smile, his gaze distant and faraway, as if reliving a certain memory or two. It takes a lot of effort to fool someone as brilliant as Kakashi is, so many sacrifices to make, so many things to do and to be aware of, but Byakuran does them all anyway.
He needs Kakashi, needs him by his side - and no pain he has to inflict on himself, no act he has to fake is too much even for him. He makes a soft noise under his breath, as if he's trying to calm himself down. He doesn't let anyone else brush against him, plastered firmly against Kakashi's side and eying the crowd with no small amount of distrust. ]
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He doesn't return the smile, his gaze distant and faraway, as if reliving a certain memory or two. It takes a lot of effort to fool someone as brilliant as Kakashi is, so many sacrifices to make, so many things to do and to be aware of, but Byakuran does them all anyway.
He needs Kakashi, needs him by his side - and no pain he has to inflict on himself, no act he has to fake is too much even for him. He makes a soft noise under his breath, as if he's trying to calm himself down. He doesn't let anyone else brush against him, plastered firmly against Kakashi's side and eying the crowd with no small amount of distrust. ]
...All right.