Title: Shadow
Author: Simply Kelp
Pairing: not focused on any one ship, but there may be background ones.
Rating: pg
Summary: Shikamaru discovers that he has two shadows now: his own, and Konohamaru. Little vignettes about the evolution of their friendship.
Disclaimer: It doesn't say "Masashi Kishimoto" on my underwear, that must mean that I don't own Naruto... merde.
A/N: I really should be cleaning my room, but it's more fun to speculate at the state of Konohamaru's room...
A/N2: Quite a bit longer than normal, but that might have something to do with the fact that I'm unmotivated to clean my own room (which isn't nearly as bad as his, mind).
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Mess
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After a week of silence, Shikamaru decided that he should look for Konohamaru. After all, it was unnatural for the other boy to go one day without pestering him; one week… something must be really wrong. So that was how Shikamaru found himself standing on a dirtied welcome mat, knocking on the door to Konohamaru's house.
It opened slightly, and Konohamaru peered out though the gap. "What do you want?" he asked quietly.
Shikamaru frowned. "I, er… you've been missing. I was curious what happened," he explained. Konohamaru nodded, and pushed the door open further. He gestured for Shikamaru to follow him. Shikamaru raised an eyebrow-- though Konohamaru couldn't see this-- at the way Konohamaru tiptoed down the hallway to what he assumed to be the other's bedroom.
The door opened. "What happened?" Shikamaru asked. There were piles of clothes, and weapons, and books, and papers, and pencils, and every manner of things stacked high, and drooping precariously.
"Huh?" Konohamaru asked, putting his hand on a stack of papers to keep it from falling over.
"Was there an earthquake?" Shikamaru asked indifferently.
Konohamaru shot a half-hearted glare his way. "No. My room's not that messy," he murmured. "Mom said I have to straighten it up a little, though."
"Right."
Konohamaru's eyes widened in what Shikamaru assumed was supposed to be an innocent, pleading manner. "You can help me clean it," he declared.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?"
Konohamaru smiled evilly; it was a look that seemed to say 'I know you better than you do.' "Because me being stuck in here while I try to clean it will break up your routine; and you can't have that."
Shikamaru shrugged. "I think I could manage."
"Okay," Konohamaru said, suddenly sounding very bright. "See you in a month."
"A month?"
Konohamaru shrugged. "That's how long it usually takes."
"Why?"
Konohamaru shrugged again. "I get distracted easily."
Shikamaru sighed, and glared heavenward for an instant. How troublesome. "Hand me that waste bin, will you?" he asked.
"You're going to help me?" Konohamaru asked, excitedly.
Shikamaru smirked. "If you stay in this festering wasteland for a whole month, you'll probably die from mould exposure, or something."
Konohamaru glared, then looked about is room. "My room's not that bad."
Shikamaru shrugged. "Yeah, it is."
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