goldenyondaime:

Minato was right, in a sense. Controlling him would be difficult. Until they found a way to dispel the jutsu or seal him away, they were stuck. He keeps his expression cooled, refusing to budge at the appeal to emotion.

He says nothing. Raises a hand, and forms a seal to activate the multiple written seals imbued on the inside of the collar. Let’s see if it works.

It wasn’t a simple reanimation jutsu, or something that could be sealed away. He was made of flesh and bone, skin that bled just as easily as any others. The Yondaime was truly and wholly alive once more, against his own will. 

He should have stayed dead. Should have never taken another breath of life, because what if another village got a hold of him? What if someone else attempted to do what was thought impossible? 

He wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d been brought back for anything good, no. Minato was a weapon to whomever had control, and he refused to be that. Refused to be used against his own will, and yet – 

The seals activated within the collar, and the force of it brought the man to his knees, hands coming up to claw. Rip and tear, nails digging into flesh, drawing pinpricks of blood in his desperate attempt to remove it. 

“Stop-” He ordered (would not beg, would never beg), blue eyes glaring up through messy hair. 

He wants to sigh when it doesn’t work as intended. It was a risk, after all. His sealing specialists were not familiar with any technique like this, and little else would work save for techniques saved for interrogation of criminals of Class B and above.

Minato is hurting himself, and it hurts Itachi, too. This appeal to emotion, to the relationship they once had before Lord Fourth met his untimely end, it is working on some level. and Itachi is already chastising himself for it. It was this very thing that made for poor decisions, such as– well. This one counted.

Itachi never could’ve expected to know how deep Minato’s problems ran. He knew the solution. Kill him again. But was there a way to prevent him simply being brought back a second time? It is by pure luck he fell into the hands of the Leaf again. They would not be so graced if it were to happen again.

Steadying himself for an oncoming attack, Itachi decides to just be a fool and pump more chakra into the jutsu. If he can just get Minato to calm down a tad– maybe he can ask for some information on how he found himself alive again.

@izumispeaks from X

“wait do my eyes look like that too??” the brunette asks puzzled. she had been avoiding anything that could cast a reflection since she had been brought back in fears she looked horrifying as a “zombie”.

“Yes.” The details of the Edo Tensei were lost on him, besides requiring a sacrifice, and the control able to be broken. It wasn’t something he was going to get much of a chance to study, either. 

“Someone’s life has been given to grant you yours in return.”

damnedflame:

His tail twitches behind him.

“What if I wasn’t practicing a henge technique?” He looks down at his hands and is glad to see he still has fingers. No pink paws. 

“Think it still work?”

“What were you practicing, then?” That may help narrow down their options for a solution. He nearly twitches again– as if it wasn’t possible for his brother to tug at his heartstrings even further…there’s a tail to complete the ensemble.

“You could still give it a try.” Forced transformation is not something he’s familiar with. 

damnedflame:

Sasuke jerks back and shoots his brother a glare.

“Nii-san! What the hell happened? How do I turn back?” 

Ah well, he tried.

“I wish I could tell you, Sasuke. It seems like a henge. Have you tried to dispel it via seals?” Transformation jutsu was usually willing on the caster’s part. Seems simple enough for him to revert it. 

itachi kun? are you ok your eyes look…different..

He hadn’t seen that face since that night. Voice weary with age, eyes closing– thanking him.

Itachi’s hand draws up, touching the base of his eyelids. He cannot see it himself, but he’s aware the sclera is tinted a dark near-black color. 

“It is because I am dead.” He explains, even if it only explains half of it. He could ask the same of her presence, but if he is to return to this world, so can another.

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