My Shadow
"Curse this form!" Shadow yelled. To anyone else, he looked normal, but to himself: he was just a shadow; an incomplete black mass of swirling shadows. Sheik looked at him, confused by what Shadow saw that made him curse himself so much. "What do you see when you look at your hands?" Sheik's voice was young and unscarred by maturity, but bared the same weight Shadow's did.
"Incomplete, black, swirling, mass of an inelf shadow not meant to be here." Shadow growled out all the heated things. Sheik gave a smile and laughed, "Silly Shadow! Look." Sheik pointed behind the crying boy. "See that there?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what that is?"
"A shadow?"
"Do you know whose shadow?"
"Your?"
"No."
"Mine?"
"Yes. Now, what kind of shadow has its own shadow?"
"None?"
"So, how can you be a shadow if you have a shadow?"
"I… Can't?"
"So?"
"It's not my shadow?"
"No, silly! You're not just a shadow. You are something more. Incomplete? Yes but who isn't incomplete?" Shadow listen to Sheik rumble on in the way he always did, "You kn-" Sheik's lips were silenced by the feel of Shadow's on his. Sheik's face was redder then the blood dripping off Shadow's back. "Thanks, Sheik. You always make me feel better."