Rating: T - for safety.
Disclaimer: Katsura Hoshino-sensei owns D. Gray-man and all its characters; I do not.
"Ba-Kanda, how many times must I tell you? My name is 'Allen'." A silver-haired boy angrily reprimanded.
The Japanese boy in which he spoke to, in return, rolled his eyes in defiance.
"Tch. Leave me alone already, Moyashi." He ignorantly continued to dispute.
The fifteen-year-old gritted his teeth, glaring at the navy-haired adolescent.
"I should be the one saying that! And my name's Allen!"
Kanda snorted as he simply walked away, his Mugen unsheathed in emphasis that he was not in any mood to discuss that matter any further. Despite that, the younger Exorcist had called out to him, asking him to come back for the heavy snowfall was obviously dangerous, his words feel on deaf ears.
"Why…" The same silver-haired boy gently whispered, faded blue eyes staring up at the wooden ceiling.
"Why do you chose to be so alone, Kanda…?" He asked, more to himself, though, if anyone else.
Tightly clenching the bed sheet, he slowly closed his eyelids, a disheartened expression on his face. He hated when he fought with his companions; although, it was debatable if the eighteen year-old would consider himself as such from Allen's position.
Suddenly, the sound of the cabin door slamming open before equally slamming closed, followed by clattering, pacing and a snort, Allen's heart eased some.
Even though he was fairly relieved that the navy-haired boy had indeed come back, unharmed, the thoughts produced from their daily skirmishes that had been haunting his mind without end continued to linger even more so now.
"Why is it so hard to call out to me, when I'm so close to you…?"