AU RP--

[mooneye]

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[mooneye]

"Yes." He answered matter-of-fact, and without hesitation. "But it feels good, too." And he turned and squinted at the trees. "I've never... tried to make one happy before." Not like he was trying to make them unhappy trees, but he got what Itachi meant.

[youngesthokage]

"Maybe it would feel different if they were happy trees?"

[mooneye]

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."

[youngesthokage]

He considered this a moment, then stepped forward and threw his arms around him. "I'm sorry."

[mooneye]

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."

[youngesthokage]

"Something like that... it seems wrong for it to only come from your pain."

[mooneye]

"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."

[youngesthokage]

"I don't want you to hurt Obito-nii." It was a murmur and he rubbed his cheek on him.

[mooneye]

"It's not so bad." A lie. "And anyway being with you doesn't hurt." That part was mostly true.

[youngesthokage]

He tightened his hold. "Hurting is too much even if it's not bad."

[mooneye]

"...Don't you hurt?"

[youngesthokage]

He gave a faint, sad laugh. "Less, today."

[mooneye]

He was silent at that, though his embrace tightened somewhat.

[youngesthokage]

"But that's good, isn't it?" It was a murmur and he dipped his head to he could press his cheek against his neck where he could listen to his heart.

[mooneye]

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.

[youngesthokage]

He kissed his shoulder and squeezed him. "Yes, there are."

[mooneye]

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."

[youngesthokage]

"As can I, it's one of the less tiring things I can do right now."

[mooneye]

He made an eager, interested noise. "Show me?"

[youngesthokage]

He blinked, surprised. "You want a genjutsu?"

[mooneye]

"Sure. Something nice." He paused. "I could even do it with you, if you wanted to layer one up. But I'd like to see how good you are, anyway."

[youngesthokage]

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.

[mooneye]

He went still, waiting, one corner of his mouth tugging up a bit. This could be interesting.

[youngesthokage]

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.

[mooneye]

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."