That made the corner of his mouth twitch, just a bit. Though his eyebrows drew together. "...I don't think it would work. When I make them it's sort of driven by..." He glanced down at his own hands a moment. "...that feeling you get when you lose someone you love." He doesn't know how else to describe it. Rage, sorrow. Such pain. "I don't think I could feel happiness as strongly as I can feel that."
He was stiff for a moment before relaxing and hugging him back, turning his face to breath in once, long and slow against his hair, and then sigh. "It's all right. It's good for what it's good for."
"I might be able to make a rosebush or something if I was using something other than pain." It was meant to be a joke, but even as he said it he winced. He turned his head and kissed Itachi's temple. "Don't worry about it."
Obito shifted to rest his chin against the top of his cousin's head, looking back at the trees and the house behind them. "Yes," he agreed. "That's good... there are good things, too." The last part was spoken more quietly, mostly to himself.
He squeezed him back, then let him go. "Anyway, this is actually one of my more cheerful techniques, believe it or not. The rest are... Well. But I can do pleasant illusions."
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?"
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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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