#taesui

as a bit of self indulgence, i also like to think that the blade itself is a family heirloom in shisui's family passed down from kagami uchiha

Shisui looks upon the face he fell in love with all those years ago; the light in his eyes have dulled over the years, though they're sharp with experience, he's trying to stifle the pain meeting again here like this means. He recognizes that the man who stands before him on this battlefield, primed to attack, has seen far too much in his life, yet none of that makes Shisui love every part of him any less.

Even now, he wants to run into his arms and kiss the pain from Taeru's vacant expression, even knowing how his partner dulls his emotions for battle and how much more difficult that'd make it for Tae.

But he can't.

Damn that Yakushi. Damn him and Orochimaru's twisted jutsu to hell.

Once this was all over, and everyone was rotting in the ground where they should be, Shisui would drag them both there if it was the last thing his fractured, beat up soul allowed him to do.

The battle is tense, filled with so many words held back by wavering restraint and grief; Tae's able to keep up with him but just barely, only with the help of his fellow shinobi and years of being at Shisui's side, memories that gnaw painfully at the edges of his heart with every blow.

Somehow, they manage to force him back between his monstrous attacks and fending off other poor, reanimated souls in the periphery. But Shisui was doing much more damage than everyone could tank, and even Tae's stamina was starting to wane.

In a last ditch effort, a plan was proposed.

While others kept Shisui busy, barely being able to withstand the sheer power of Shisui's Susanoo, Tae erased his presence - remaining hidden to prepare his final attack; a fuinjutsu that would bind them both and give everyone enough time to seal Shisui away.

The orders in control of his limbs made Shisui drive the tanto into his assailant's side before either realized, but that didn't matter - the plan was fully in motion now. Quickly, Tae formed one-handed signs as he trapped Shisui's arms and seals began to inch over both of their bodies.

Shisui was partially grateful that the Edo Tensei did not grant him many senses - just the bare minimum required to fight - the grief he'd have to die with for the second time, knowing the warmth of his lover's blood draining out onto the ground below them while Tae desperately tried to stop him.

The pain would surely turn him into a wraith.

This technique doomed them both; ironic how they were together so briefly in life but would be bound forever in death as the jutsu would slowly eat away at their bodies and souls, leaving nothing left.

The fact that Shisui wanted to cry so badly but was incapable, his body struggling against the one person he wanted to be held by after so long of wandering aimlessly after the Naka River, now that he was back in his arms but only in this twisted perversion of life and death - made him crave it more than ever.

As the seal overtook more and more of their forms, restraining movement and binding both men for the beginning of their eternity, Shisui used the last of his time to confess everything; his fears and hopes for a proper reincarnation, for a full life lived together, just how much he loved Tae and wished he was able to be at his side like he promised all those years ago.

Tae's only response, feeling his mind start to ebb away, was that there was no way he was going to let Shisui go somewhere he couldn't follow anymore, and wherever they were headed now, damnation or not, would be together.

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