Fluffy Writes

Friends

Ages: 15

Synopsis: Modern/Highschool AU; Gon is a preschool volunteer and Killua is his diligent schoolmate in Hunter Academy. They have seen each other only a few times, finally bumping into each other. Interesting as Gon seemed, Killua doesn't know how to deal with kids.

Warning(s): foul language...(I'll try to keep it at a minimum)
Cringe is also unavoidable ;)

Purple worn-out sneakers drummed across the smooth concrete floor, laces bobbing gently. A sophomore male with a head full of unruly, bright hair strolled along the sidewalk. His clouded eyes scanned a book held up by slender hands, deep sapphire irises glancing up periodically to avoid the people who slid by.

He skimmed the slightly yellow paper printed with tiny black letters, eyelashes fluttering softly against the prominent folds he adorned from every overworked day and sleepless night. Still, he continued to tirelessly memorize every math formula and the significance of many important, famous figures of the past.

Sighing, his pale hand snaked out of his pocket to rub furiously at his eyes. The sophomore groaned in annoyance as it became even more irradiated and angrily blinked the blurriness away. He shoved his hand back into his pocket, dull orbs directed back to the thick autobiography balanced between his fingers.

"I'm late, I'm late, I'm l-watch out!"

The 15 year-old's thin body was suddenly slammed forwards, arms straightened to break his fall as he skidded a small distance. He cursed under his breath, the palms of his hand stung from dust, blood beading across the peeled skin.

"Oh crap! I'm so sorry!" Breathed a weirdly familiar voice.

The white-haired male hissed softly in pain, glancing behind to look at the stranger. His eyes widened slightly in realization when large amber irises filled with guilt and worry along with dark, gravity defying hair came into view.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. Oh my god, I am so sorry!" The other student shouted profusely, quickly offering a hand to the fallen boy.

"D-don't worry! I'll patch you up real quick! Just, come with me!" He stuttered, words tumbling out of his mouth. "I'm Gon, by the way! What's your name?" 'Gon' asked, eyebrows raised with curiosity.

"Uhhh, K-k-killua?" The confused male on the ground fumbled at the sudden inquiry, statement coming out more as question.

"Well, nice to meetcha Killua! Can you walk?"

"I-um...I think so." Killua murmured, eyes darting noticeably between Gon's outstretched hand and his own scraped ones.

Gon tilted his head in confusion, before finally face-palming at the fact that this boy's hands were not in working condition, therefore he cannot hoist himself up, "For the love of-I'm so stupid." He groaned, mentally slapping himself.

Gon squatted down and hooked his arms around Killua's legs and back, hands secured gently on his left bicep and thigh. The albino squeaked loudly, pupils shrinking in shock as his face burned hot enough to vaporize the sun.

"W-w-what are y-you d-doing!?" He yelped, struggling instinctively to escape, "P-put me down!" Killua let out a suppressed shriek as he felt Gon's warm hands contrast his cold skin.

"Stop squirming! Your knee is also bleeding for your information!" Gon yelled back, crouching back down to pick up the disgustingly huge piece of binded paper on the ground.

Killua's mouth snapped shut, just realizing the numbing stings coming from his freshly injured leg, and settled with staring embarrassingly at his chest. What an absolutely wonderful day to wear shorts, you sure outdid yourself, Killua.