He tilted his head a moment, then reached up, resting his hand over his eye. "Alright then, I'll give you a genjutsu Obito-nii." It was a murmur, and there was a soft smile in his tone.
He stayed still, thinking for a moment before smiling to himself, keeping his hand where it was as a he carefully started with sound. The rush of feathers through the air, or a long bird, but the crackle of fire at the edges of it, like each wing beat was tipped in flame.
Drawing the sound in, he added sensation, heat like the fire in the sound, the hot brush of feathers instead of the sear of flames as a weight settled on Obito's shoulder, soft little noises and heartbeat clear enough, fast as a bird was meant to be even as the sensation of heat rested most of the way down his back in a fall of tail feathers. There was even the sharp scent of ozone and fire with that underlying note that said 'bird'.
Finally, he pulled his hand back, so that Obito cold see the glimmering gold and the soft almost flames of the bird he'd created.
He gave a thoughtful little twitch of movement when the sensation started up. Oh, but that was good. It sounded real. Felt real. The weight and the clutch of claws against his shoulder could have come from a actual bird--though a strange bird, something fantastic.
When Itachi removed his hand Obito turned to look at the creature. It felt warm. Like living feathers, living fire that did not burn. He could see the delicate lines of the plumage, the stiff pinions. Even feel its light breaths.
"Ah." He lifted a hand and touched his fingers to the bird's breast. "This is very skillful, Itachi."
The bird shifted it's wings, one golden eye peering sideways at him as it cocked his head to better take him in, the beak lightly catching at his thumb as it made a little trill. "Do you like it?"
He stroked it, watched it for flaws in the illusion. There were none. It was lovely. Very real. He moved the bird down to perch on his forearm the way he would have moved one of Madara's hawks.
It moved like any other bird would, though it flared it's wings, sending off a shower of sparks that were hot for only a beat before they faded into nothing. "It's not very detailed, but, well, I don't get much cause for nice illusions."
"So do I." It was a murmur and he shifted to lean on his side, the bird, nipping at his fingers gently before trilling loudly and beating it's wings to actually take off into the sky this time.
He could kiss him again. Briefly, he thought he might. But he let the impulse pass, and drew back slightly. "Excellent genjutsu," he commented. Then, with a sly smirk. "And excellent henge."
"I only meant that you're good at that, as well. You've kept this... transformation of yours going for a long time. Not intentionally. But still. It was obviously pretty thorough to begin with."
He blinked, then flushed. "Ah. Well, it's very light actually. Naruto came up with it." He shook his head slightly. "It gives me a drain every few hours, but it's not constant."
"Naruto?" Obito gave a squinting, doubtful sort of grin. Maybe he would need to get to know the kid better. "It's not uncomfortable or anything? Do..." He made a sort of groping gesture in front of his own chest. "...those get in the way?"
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Drawing the sound in, he added sensation, heat like the fire in the sound, the hot brush of feathers instead of the sear of flames as a weight settled on Obito's shoulder, soft little noises and heartbeat clear enough, fast as a bird was meant to be even as the sensation of heat rested most of the way down his back in a fall of tail feathers. There was even the sharp scent of ozone and fire with that underlying note that said 'bird'.
Finally, he pulled his hand back, so that Obito cold see the glimmering gold and the soft almost flames of the bird he'd created.
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When Itachi removed his hand Obito turned to look at the creature. It felt warm. Like living feathers, living fire that did not burn. He could see the delicate lines of the plumage, the stiff pinions. Even feel its light breaths.
"Ah." He lifted a hand and touched his fingers to the bird's breast. "This is very skillful, Itachi."
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