a/n: This is a short five chapter fanfiction. I really want to publish this though it might be corny. I would like to dedicate this fic to my favorite Naruto pairing: ShikamaruXTemari. So without further ado, here it is!
He was the shadow and she was the wind.
On a regular summer's day, there are only two things that make an impression; the shadow and the wind. The wind is dry and coarse naturally compelling everything to bow down before her. The breeze can sometimes blow gently or savagely. She was the wind; bossy, arrogant, confident, and vigorous. She was the one that has a lot of things to do in life. She is Temari of the Sand, the daughter of the late Kazekage. She was the wind.
On the other hand is the shadow. He does not seem to care about anything and follows the flow of life. Nevertheless, he is still his own master. The shadow does not bow to anyone though he seems like it. He is just too tired to fight flow of life, that's all. He was the shadow; laid back, happy-go-lucky, carefree, and of course lazy. He is Shikamaru Nara, the heir of the Nara clan and the greatest shadow controller that ever lived. He was the shadow.
The wind and the shadow do not influence each other in anyway. The shadow does not bow down to the wind no matter how strong she is. Nor does the wind cast a shadow. The wind does not affect the shadow and vice versa. He was the shadow and she was the wind.
He was a boy and she was a girl. There's nothing more to be said.
The Prologue
A blonde haired kunoichi carrying a huge fan on her back glided on the dusty road of a peaceful village of the fire country. She is probably around her early thirties or late twenties. Upon closer look on her, her hands are covered with bruises likely from a fight the night before. She had a sad yet sharp look in her jaded green eyes. She was scanning her surroundings as if looking for something. Her slow pace eventually took her to an old tea house. There, she sat down near the counter and ordered for a cup of tea. She surveyed the restaurant for anyone that might be following her. Her attention was caught by a group of five men sitting on a table not far from where she sat.
"Did you hear about what happened last night?" one of the men asked.
"Yeah, I heard about twenty ninjas were killed last night and there were no survivors…" another replied.
"Really, who could have done such thing?" another of the men asked.
"No one has really seen him, but they call him The Shadow Eater…"
The other four silenced and listened to the story.
"All the shadows of the victims of this said criminal are said to be eaten along with their souls…"
"And also," the fifth one added "His eyes were like a demon's. Not even the great shadow controller, Shikamaru Nara survived. "
The blonde female ninja gave a shiver to what she heard and decided to join the conversation.
"If there were no survivors, where did the stories come from?" she smirked.
One replied and said. "Only person has survived the wrath of the Shadow Eater is a nameless man who lives in isolation.
"Where do I find this man?" she asked.
"Not far from here, an old house at the end of this village…"
With that, the jade eyed kunoichi sipped the last drops of her lukewarm tea, banged the cup on the table and left without paying the bill. She headed to the small old hut where the teahouse man told he might be.
At around dusk, she found herself on the side of a small hill where a perfect view of the sky would be. The heavens at that time were a painter's palette after finishing a masterpiece. She decided to look at the sky and began reminiscing of her past, her predicament, and most importantly her lost love.
She had been lying there with her chin resting on one of her knees and the other knee extended for half an hour when she heard quiet footsteps approaching her. She turned her head around expecting to see the nameless man described to her. She did but she didn't expect to see that this man looked like him…
The man had hair like a dark plum which was pony-tailed. He had a lazy expression in his ebony eyes. This man crossed his arms and pouted. The kunoichi looked at this familiar looking man from head to toe. Oh, how he looked so much like her deceased loved one. She reminded herself that the person in front of her was not him because she had seen her cherished one painfully die before her very eyes.
Finally, she looked down further to the ground where Bermuda grass lay. She looked all over the small area circling the man and looked on hers. This man had no shadow! Her eyes widened.
"Who are you, troublesome woman?" the shadow less man asked.
"Kagenohi Nara." She replied. "And who are you?"
The man gave a half smile. "I am Kagesora Namake. Everyone who had seen this abnormality immediately runs for his life."
Kagenohi laughed. "You're not the only one who has a weird something with shadows."
As Kagesora looked at her shadow, he noticed that the shadow had one ponytail while the woman had four. The silhouette appeared to be wearing a thick vest probably from a chounin's while the woman only wore a pewter kimono. He knew this was not the woman's shadow.
"Who are you?" Nara asked.
"I wish I knew too…" he whispered.
"You mean-"
The man nodded and then asked. "Who are you?"
"It's a long story…"
"Mind if I listen to it? I always envy people who have a story to share."
Kagenohi shook her head. "No…as long as a have a place to stay for the night."
"Then, you're welcome here if it's not that troublesome for you…"
She didn't understand why she felt comfortable with the company of this stranger or why she was ready to tell her life to him. She didn't care why. She just wanted someone to listen to her. They sat down the hill while Kagesora looked at the clouds and watched the sun set behind the mountains while she narrated everything that happened to her.
She vividly remembers the since of that fateful day; the day she lost the only person she loved namely the shadow controller, Shikamaru Nara…
a/n: This was suppose to be a one-shot but it might turn out to be a 5 chapter fiction. So, anyway, this might turn out pretty corny but hey…I'm just human...
The names of Temari and Shikamaru have been changed. You'll find out later why in the next chapters. Kagenohi translates "Shadow's princess". I will reveal it to you later in the story. Kagesora Nameke translates shadow-memory Laziness. This, I can tell you why… People often name themselves with what they wish to attain. In this case, Shikamaru wants to regain his memory as well as his shadow. Why Namake? Duh…even a dimwit knows that Shikamaru's the laziest person in the Naruto universe…