Preparing for the festival.

[youngesthokage]

He had a neat pile next to him on the counter, black and silver leather rabbit god mask at the very top. It was a bit morbid, the story of that, but it seemed like everything about this festival was morbid, so that was actually appropriate, in a way. He had the pale off white and frost blue kimono pulled most of the way up his shoulders, and he turned carefully one way, then the other as he examined himself in the mirror.

The reason? He was playing around with Oiroke, but he was doing it behind a closed door in the bathroom, and he sincerely hoped no one came to see what was taking him so long. He was just... curious. After all, he'd never spent much time in the shape and he had a memory of doing so.

Still, did it really change so little about his appearance?

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[youngesthokage]

"Ahhh, no, not at all. I was... doing something." There was a hint of embarrassment. "I didn't expect to get caught."

[itachi_san]

"... Caught with what? What have you been doing in here anyway?"

Itachi, of course, must have walked in on something, but he honestly had no clue what it could possibly be. Still, he walked toward his partner's voice.

[youngesthokage]

"...Playing with a jutsu." He cleared his throat. "I was just examining myself."

[itachi_san]

"Dare I ask what this jutsu of yours can do?" he smirked a little as he put a hand on the Hokage's back. "Or do I have to figure it out by..."

His hand slid down the Hokage's back. It felt a bit off, especially when it widened around the hips. Itachi's face twitched a little. (Raising a skeptical eyebrow under bandages is a little strange, after all.)

"... feel?"

[youngesthokage]

He flushed slightly. "Well if you keep touching I'm sure you'll figure it out."

[itachi_san]

He immediately removed his hand.

"Is that an invitation? Or do you want me to keep my hands to myself until you're finished?"

[youngesthokage]

He was quiet a beat. "You're welcome to figure it out."

[itachi_san]

"In that case..." he smirked a little, putting his hands back on his partner's shoulders. He came in close behind, sliding into a hug... which pretty much led to a big tip-off. His hands felt and squeezed a little. "... You gave yourself breasts?"

[youngesthokage]

His tone turned amused then. "Not exactly." He leaned back against him. "Though they are there yes."

[itachi_san]

Itachi didn't need to go below the waist to put 2 and 2 together. He'd seen his partner's sezy jutsu technique a couple times before. But it had been quite some time since he'd seen it last.

"Sexy no jutsu?" he mentioned casually. He never really understood why people practiced that kind of technique. It had its practical purposes, such as properly carrying a child. But neither of them would have the stamina or chakra to maintain it that long. So, it was more for entertainment? "Any particular reason why?"

[youngesthokage]

"I've never really looked at myself in it, that's all." His tone colored with amusement. "We really do have a facial structure well suited toward gender ambiguity."

[itachi_san]

Itachi frowned, picturing what his partner must have looked like right then and there.

"Well, I can't really disagree with you. The Akatsuki made full use of that fact in some of the more delicate bounties we had to collect. Or when money was tight. Mostly just when I was younger." Itachi leaned into his partner. "Prostitutes that cough up blood? Not exactly an easy sell."

[youngesthokage]

He turned and looked at him before running his fingers over his cheek. "How fully did that usually go?"

It was curious, and he kissed along his jaw, looking over his shoulder.

[itachi_san]

Itachi trembled at the kiss. His mind was preoccupied with the Hokage's question, and he (literally) didn't see it coming.

"Sometimes I was required to go all the way for a mission. But usually? ...until they looked me in the eyes." he replied softly. "You've experienced my talent for planting certain experiences with genjutsu. They never knew the difference, and it saved me a lot of shame."

He paused for a moment.

"Deidara probably had it worse, though." he mused. "At least I had sharingan."

[youngesthokage]

He turned his head, leaning up to kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry. I'll never understand that pain, much as I won't understand many of your pains love."

[itachi_san]

He felt his head being turned and supple lips brush over his skin. Itachi shied away.

"Forgive me for saying it. But I'm glad I don't have to see the way you look right now."

[youngesthokage]

He let out a soft breath at the reaction, and moved his hands to release the jutsu. "You should have told me to undo it love, I don't want to see you shy from me like that."

[itachi_san]

Itachi lowered his head.

"It's your body. You can do whatever you want with it. That jutsu just... makes me uncomfortable..."

[youngesthokage]

He stepped in and hugged him, all male. "Shh. You're more important than fussing at a jutsu."

[itachi_san]

Itachi was glad to have a recognizable form pressing against him. He really was, and he held tightly onto his partner.

There were only a few things in his life that Itachi truly did hate. That was one of them.

[youngesthokage]

"I didn't mean to disturb you." He kissed his cheek and jaw. "All better?"

[itachi_san]

He nodded politely.

"Just unpleasant memories of my life before." he whispered. "That's all. I'm sorry."

[youngesthokage]

"It's alright. Your life has been far more terrible than my own, you've understandably bad memories."

[itachi_san]

"... The kids haven't seen you like that, yet... have they?"

[youngesthokage]

He shook his head, making sure he could feel the motion. "You were the first to catch me at it, why?"