I don't in any shape, form, or body own Naruto. This is my first Naruto fanfiction, so if I make a mistake, please tell me so I can fix it. Thanks.
Shadows. They were my first play mates as a child.
I remember being five years old and amusing myself in my room while my mother was at work. My father had died before I was two. There were always shadows in that room and I was always fascinated by them, the way they moved as their owners did, never out of time, always synchronized perfectly.
They'd creep toward me at times and I'd reach out to touch them in response, but they darted away before I could touch them. It happened so often I had started to think of it as a game in my childish mind.
Until I caught one.
My little hands had gripped it tightly after grabbing it, almost afraid that it would try and slither away. I had toyed with, after assuring myself that it was lifeless in my hands, and had found it to have the same texture as moist, cold, clay when squashed into a ball.
I had molded it into a disfigured looking horse and surprisingly it had stayed in it's shape.
My mother hadn't been very happy when I showed it to her. She had scolded me and when I dropped it in tears, the horse had disappeared, the shadows that had made it up shooting back to their original places, looking like they had never moved. I went to bed without dinner that night.
I didn't try to show my mother my shadowing forming ability again.