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[ All right, that didn't go well.

Kakashi can feel the heated stares of dozens of unhappy council members as he leads Byakuran out the door of the chambers, through the hallway, and out of building entirely. It's bright outside, with the sun shining in a cloudless blue sky high above their heads, and he has his hand pressed lightly against Byakuran's back, guiding him along as they move.

The council never seems to be very happy with him these days, and Kakashi really -- can't bring himself to care. In the end, it's his word over theirs, especially when it comes to this particular matter, and though they have a tremendous amount of authority over him, there's still . . . not a lot they can do to make him cooperate.

He plays by his own rules. They already know that.

He lifts his free hand to block the sun from his eyes, fingers curling in against a gloved palm as he glances down at Byakuran. ]

Are you all right?

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[ He's still trembling after that outburst (carefully calculated with the right amount of trauma, of hysteria, and so flawlessly pulled off) and shaken. Byakuran is pale, too, the air of someone forced to relive something they want so badly to forget.

His fingers clench, unclench, and he doesn't respond for a moment. Even if months have passed and Byakuran had gained a healthier glow as well as an incurable sweet tooth, he's regressed during the past few weeks. Not eating, not allowing anyone else near him during the interrogations.

There's a panicked light in his eyes that hasn't completely gone, and he's skittish when Kakashi leads him away. ]

I don't remember. I don't remember anything.