Insanely short story, forgive me if my grammar or anything else for that matter sucks.
He stared at the younger boy in front of him.
From his white hair, to the boy's forehead where a star-shaped mark rested, a line that ran down his left eye followed ending near his mouth. Pale skin reached a collar where a red ribbon was loosely tied around its master's neck.
Kanda twitched.
The boy smiled, a smile that would have melted anyone except Yu Kanda.
"Get lost, Beansprout."
"The name is Allen. Or do I have to upgrade that brain of yours just so you can remember?"
"That," Mugen only inches away from Allen's throat. "Does not explain why you're standing in front of my room." Kanda growled.
Allen held his hands in front of him defensively, backing away slightly from the older teen.
"There is nothing wrong with friends visiting one another when they feel like it," was the nervous reply, "You don't have to get so mad." Allen added in a whisper.
A vein popped in Kanda's head.
"Beansprout."
"Yes?"
"One, I am not your friend. Two, friends do not visit each other at FREAKING THREE IN THE MORNING." Kanda roared.