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 had always wished I'd started this at an earlier point, because I completely skipped over anything with Asuma. I'm thinking I may do some flashbacks to include Asuma.
A/N2: I made a note in the story, since I know some people don't read A/N's... in case you're wondering...
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Rain
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(occurs at Asuma's funeral)
Asuma was dead, and crying wouldn't change that.
It was raining. The hulking rock face of Sandaime had tears streaming down it's face. Konohamaru pushed the hair from his eyes, and stared down at his shoes. He could hear the soft shuffling sounds of people moving past Asuma's grave. Saying goodbye.
Minutes-- hours-- days-- some indeterminate amount of time had passed since the shuffling had stopped. But Konohamaru hadn't moved, hadn't even thought of moving.
Because Asuma was gone.
"You stay out here long enough, you'll catch a cold," a voice said. Konohamaru looked up to see Shikamaru's retreating back. A trail of smoke followed him as he left.
It must have been the smoke making Konohamru's eyes water like that.
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Thanks for reading.