[ He hasn't changed at all, and of course, why would he, Mukuro doesn't really have any need to change, doesn't have any actual need to grow. He's not bound by the same laws that Kakashi is, not really, he's human, but he's not. He's something that Kakashi hasn't entirely figured out yet, and he doesn't really know if he'll ever get the chance to, if he'll ever be able to pry into him far enough that he'll catch a glimpse of who ( what ) he really is.
( Everyone has their limits. Mukuro must too. )
His fingers tighten around his elbow, and he smiles, breaks Mukuro's gaze as he tips his chin skyward, staring up toward the cloudy blue skies. ]
Would you really indebt yourself to me?
[ Mukuro being a figment of his imagination isn't damn likely, not with everything he's already been through with this strange man and his even stranger abilities.
But his abilities aren't what makes him unsettling.
Kakashi shifts, and he looks back down, his expression almost fondly humored as he steps forward, pulling his hand from his arm and offering it to the man in front of him. ]
[ Who says I would pay it? The mischief in his gaze is answer enough, and oh, indeed - Mukuro sees no need to grow very much, constant like the time and tides, and yet still ever changing, evolving, but nobody would really know, would they? His lies and truths keep them at bay, that they would make sure to not look too deep, or to pry too much. He's perfectly happy staying an enigma, to stay a stranger that's simply looking into a world that's too clogged up with filth and avarice and greed. After all, who would really voluntarily stay in this kind of world?
He takes the hand, soft leather over those fingers, and it almost seems like greeting an old friend. He chuckles, as if the very notion of handshaking is alien to him, and he makes that clear enough. ]
[ Kakashi doesn't reply to that. He just smiles, his fingers tightening over that hand, giving it one good shake, and it'll almost look like he's going to pull away, like he's going to drop his hand and step back, but. Well, he wouldn't be Kakashi if he did that, would he.
Nope. Kakashi likes to push his luck.
His fingers tighten even more, closed like a vice around Mukuro's own, and he jerks him forward, closes that little bit of distance between them as his free hand slides up to cup the back of his neck, tangling in dark hair. Kakashi drops his chin close to Mukuro's shoulder, holds him tight against him like he's holding an old friend, someone he hasn't seen in a long time.
And his words are unnaturally soft when he finally speaks, ]
[ Indeed, it wouldn't be like Kakashi if he pulled away and left it at that. Mukuro's known his quirks, is well aware of him and his habits and those little idiosyncrasies, but he still tenses.
Still unused to the physical contact of this sort if it hadn't been initiated by him. You see, the ones he initiates are factored into his calculations, his thoughts, when he's immune to them.
But he relaxes, after another moment, a hand over the other's vest, pressed against the pockets of it, above there the man's heart would be. He smiles, tilts his head a tad, because oh, this would be interesting, wouldn't it?
[ Kakashi's fingers tighten in his hair -- not so hard it's painful, but enough that it'd be obvious to Mukuro, he'd feel the pull on the back of his scalp. He turns his head until his cheek grazes Mukuro's own, takes in the scent of him, it's heavier than the forest, weighs him down like a ton of bricks.
And he doesn't have time for this, so why is he even humoring him, except. Mukuro being here isn't good, it's not beneficial for anyone except maybe Mukuro himself, and briefly, he wonders about Madara, wonders what would happen if Madara found him, figured out what he was capable of, and the thought sends a shudder up his spine.
So he keeps holding Mukuro there, as if he's stapled to his chest, and ignores that hand on his vest. ]
[ Too warm, too close, and Mukuro briefly wonders at what the other could possibly be thinking. It's obvious that he's seeking an answer, that he's probably not pleased, and he makes to slip out of his grasp. The silence of the forest is unnatural, as if everything is holding its breath for the grand finale.
A low hum is his response, and he rests his chin on the other's shoulder, taking his time to respond. Mukuro's not in the mood to give easy answers, and so - ]
( Everyone has their limits. Mukuro must too. )
His fingers tighten around his elbow, and he smiles, breaks Mukuro's gaze as he tips his chin skyward, staring up toward the cloudy blue skies. ]
Would you really indebt yourself to me?
[ Mukuro being a figment of his imagination isn't damn likely, not with everything he's already been through with this strange man and his even stranger abilities.
But his abilities aren't what makes him unsettling.
Kakashi shifts, and he looks back down, his expression almost fondly humored as he steps forward, pulling his hand from his arm and offering it to the man in front of him. ]
Hello, Mukuro.
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He takes the hand, soft leather over those fingers, and it almost seems like greeting an old friend. He chuckles, as if the very notion of handshaking is alien to him, and he makes that clear enough. ]
You don't seem too taken aback.
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Nope. Kakashi likes to push his luck.
His fingers tighten even more, closed like a vice around Mukuro's own, and he jerks him forward, closes that little bit of distance between them as his free hand slides up to cup the back of his neck, tangling in dark hair. Kakashi drops his chin close to Mukuro's shoulder, holds him tight against him like he's holding an old friend, someone he hasn't seen in a long time.
And his words are unnaturally soft when he finally speaks, ]
How did you get here?
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Still unused to the physical contact of this sort if it hadn't been initiated by him. You see, the ones he initiates are factored into his calculations, his thoughts, when he's immune to them.
But he relaxes, after another moment, a hand over the other's vest, pressed against the pockets of it, above there the man's heart would be. He smiles, tilts his head a tad, because oh, this would be interesting, wouldn't it?
This forest has ears. ]
I walked.
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And he doesn't have time for this, so why is he even humoring him, except. Mukuro being here isn't good, it's not beneficial for anyone except maybe Mukuro himself, and briefly, he wonders about Madara, wonders what would happen if Madara found him, figured out what he was capable of, and the thought sends a shudder up his spine.
So he keeps holding Mukuro there, as if he's stapled to his chest, and ignores that hand on his vest. ]
How long have you been here?
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A low hum is his response, and he rests his chin on the other's shoulder, taking his time to respond. Mukuro's not in the mood to give easy answers, and so - ]
Why?
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