Common Denominator

Common Denominator
Chapter one: Pockets


“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Naruto screeched girlishly as he searched the damp pockets of his just washed jeans. “Fuckin’… Shit.” He said as he pulled a totally destroyed napkin that had his homework written on it. Naruto sighed and coughed loudly and threw it in the overflowing garbage can almost missing because of his fit of coughs. And ran out the door grabbing his apartment keys and running to the bus stop.

Naruto was shocked as he slowed down to see a boy who was a few inches taller then him (Naruto was usually the only one at this bus stop.) with shocking red hair, adorned in what Naruto recognized as the N.V. Fox © Clothes company (1). They were mostly a goth/punk variety in clothing so of course the boy was decked out in black clothes with white stitches-style (2) as a design. He was holding a clear plastic umbrella. His back was turned to Naruto and he also appeared to be listening to an ipod, so probably couldn’t hear the blond approach.
However Naruto was proven wrong as the boy slightly turned in Naruto’s direction, indicating he had heard the boy approach. It took Naruto a moment to reach the boy. Naruto was shocked into a deeper silence as he saw the boy’s porcelain face. It was so beautifully shapen Naruto was sure even Adonis would have been jealous. His face lay unmarred except for a single love tattoo carved into his forehead. The boy wore excessive black eyeliner that made his teal-jade eyes glitter like jewels. On some people excessive eyeliner looked tacky others it worked. This redheaded goth-god made it work. Naruto found himself gawking at the boy.

The ‘boy’ in question regarded Naruto with a slightly bored blank expression. He appraised the blond’s clothes from which clothes company he recognized. N.V. Fire © (3) was a branch off of N.V. Fox ©. Fire does more sk8ter look then Goth and punk like Fox. The boy had a dishelved look to him. His blond hair sticking up in odd places some flat because of the rain. His clothes soaked, shivering, looking utterly lost.
The boy stood closer to the lost looking blond, sharing his umbrella. The blond boy blushed, muttered a “Thank you.” and continued to shiver. The redheaded boy was concerned, and yet was at a loss to do anything. He was an emotionally retarded boy and not a very physical person. He rarely touched anyone. He moved closer to the shivering blond who looked so much like a little kid alone at the playground, lost so much like himself when he was younger.
Naruto started to sneeze violently and cough. The redhead frowned. He was catching a cold. The boy pulled a Kleenex from his large and abundant pockets and handed it the blond as he violently started to sneeze again.

Naruto blew his nose. ‘Damn, I’m starting to get a cold. Why the fuck didn’t I wear my jacket?’ Naruto was starting to feel light-headed. Naruto jumped as he felt a soft pale hand touch his forehead. He could feel the boy hesitate before he spoke.
“You have a fever. You shouldn’t go to school.”
“No, no! I’ll be fine I just’ll probably need to lay down a little.” Naruto was swaying on his feet. He couldn’t faint now no! He just couldn’t-

The red-head caught the boy who had fainted.


He didn’t feel like going to school today anyway. And with that he started to carry the dead weight to his house in the rain. (4)

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(1) I own N.V. Fox clothes line.
(2) Stitches-style is a design of my own creation. It’s basically a large zigzagging line with tick marks across it.
(3) I own N.V. Fire too.
(4) Cheesy ain’t it?

So what do you thing good? Or wot? You gotta tell me so I can improve. If you have suggestion’s I’ll listen and use em if I like em.
Next chapter:
Heart
(Most people have them.)