[ And speaking of issues, Kakashi's latest potential issue is walking down the path to Konoha, in clothes that are little more than rags framing a skinny form. Dressed in white, said issue is most notably a street urchin, even if he looks too clean to be one
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There's the briefest of pauses before he turns, slowly, glancing over his shoulder as he steps around to face the man -- boy? child? that'd said his name. And at first, when he looks at him, clothed in all his white, looking almost deceptively skinny and frail, Kakashi hasn't the faintest fucking idea who he is.
But then it registers, and he frowns, unseen from under the mask, his fingers twitching lightly against his side. There's no way. After all this time? And what the hell would he be doing here --
He'd have to be . . . seventeen? Sixteen?
Kakashi rubs at a spot on his arm, the muscles sore from overuse, and he looks at Byakuran for another beat or two, absolutely silent and still as that man with the child brushes past him, disappearing around the nearest corner. ]
[ Byakuran pauses and tilts his head, studies him and sizes him up for himself. He's taller than they said he was, and for some reason, there's something about the older man that's oddly different. A power, he thinks, a strength that the teen recognizes almost on instinct.
He'd always been wearing that mask, hadn't he? Byakuran remembers trying to tug on it once before, a long, long time ago, almost buried in forgotten memories. He starts closer, then, cautiously, still somewhat unsure of the reception that he will get.
After all, it will be troublesome if Kakashi decides to attack him, too. But he smiles, faintly. ]
[ Kakashi is cautious, but that's only natural. He's run into children before that had every intention of taking his head off, and it's really hard to trust anyone these days, no matter the age. But Byakuran -- he's hard to forget. He'd been unique as a child, and he's still unique today, and yeah, Kakashi remembers those eyes well, that fair head of hair and even fairer skin.
Admittedly, he doesn't know a lot about Byakuran's country. They'd kept to themselves, locked back inside their walls, and he'd always had more important things to worry about, other issues and clans he'd needed to focus on. Namely, the Uchihas.
He taps his fingers against his elbow almost idly, and then he smiles, stepping forward just as Byakuran does, extending a gloved hand in his direction. ]
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Uncle Kakashi -- ?
There's the briefest of pauses before he turns, slowly, glancing over his shoulder as he steps around to face the man -- boy? child? that'd said his name. And at first, when he looks at him, clothed in all his white, looking almost deceptively skinny and frail, Kakashi hasn't the faintest fucking idea who he is.
But then it registers, and he frowns, unseen from under the mask, his fingers twitching lightly against his side. There's no way. After all this time? And what the hell would he be doing here --
He'd have to be . . . seventeen? Sixteen?
Kakashi rubs at a spot on his arm, the muscles sore from overuse, and he looks at Byakuran for another beat or two, absolutely silent and still as that man with the child brushes past him, disappearing around the nearest corner. ]
Byakuran.
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He'd always been wearing that mask, hadn't he? Byakuran remembers trying to tug on it once before, a long, long time ago, almost buried in forgotten memories. He starts closer, then, cautiously, still somewhat unsure of the reception that he will get.
After all, it will be troublesome if Kakashi decides to attack him, too. But he smiles, faintly. ]
So you remember me, after all.
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Admittedly, he doesn't know a lot about Byakuran's country. They'd kept to themselves, locked back inside their walls, and he'd always had more important things to worry about, other issues and clans he'd needed to focus on. Namely, the Uchihas.
He taps his fingers against his elbow almost idly, and then he smiles, stepping forward just as Byakuran does, extending a gloved hand in his direction. ]
I wasn't aware you were coming.
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