"Che, who the hell are you kid?" A boy asked. Silver eyes looked up at him, nervous. The other boy could tell. The owner of the silver eyes had been leaning against a tree, watching as other kids played. The little boy put a gloved finger to his lips. The other one looked at him.
"Papa says it's mean to say that word." He said quietly. His voice was soft and airy, gentle at that. The other boy standing there scoffed.
"Whatever, Moyashi. I'll say whatever I want." Was his quick reply. The silver eyed boy looked at him.
"That's not my name! It's Allen! Allen Walker!" The younger cried, crossing his arms. The other boy rolled his eyes.
"Che, Moyashi suits you better." He replied. Suddenly, the boy tugged on his arm, silently asking him to sit down beside him. He looked at the boy confused.
"Can you keep me company?" The boy asked timidly. Two, steel blue eyes looked at him in shock, before confidently shaking his head no. The kid barely knew him, yet he wanted him to stay there?
"No way. I don't even know you." He said flatly. The boy puffed his cheeks in frustration.
"A good way to start is a name. I told you mine, so why don't you tell me yours?" The boy inquired.
"Kanda." He said. He wasn't sure why he was telling the boy this, but he seemed to like his answer, by the giant smile on his face. He scoffed, sitting down next to the still smiling boy. "Why are you grinning like a fool, Moyashi?" He questioned. The auburn haired boy pouted.
"It's Allen!" He stressed. "And I'm smiling because I got you to sit next to me!" He giggled happily. The other boy rolled his eyes.
"Oi, why are you siting here by yourself anyway? Shouldn't you be playing with those other kids?" The dark haired boy asked. Allen slowly shook his head.
"Everyone keeps their distance from me because of my arm..." He said softly, silver meeting blue. The other boy frowned, feeling annoyed.
"And what the hell is wrong with your arm?" He asked again. He felt Allen whack him on the shoulder after that.
"My arm...isn't normal." He said simply, looking at Kanda. "It's a little different from everyone else's, but it still works the same." Allen explained softly. Kanda listened intently, as Allen continued to ramble on about random things that came to mind.
After that, Allen and Kanda had always been around each other. At lunch, in the classroom, on the bus. Kanda had been introduced to Mana, Allen's father, and Nea, his uncle. In return, Allen had been introduced to Kanda's while crazy family. The two led a crazy, yet enjoyable elementary school life, and became close to one another.
It was in the middle of fifth grade, Allen had come to school that day with unfortunate news. Mana had gotten a job in London, and he had hesitantly accepted it. The family of two had to move away, meaning Allen had to leave. Mana had told him he had one week left with Kanda, and the boy was trying his best to stay strong. Kanda had done the same, although it was easily noticeable from both boys that they were upset.
"I'm sorry Kanda." Allen said quietly, on the morning he'd have to leave. Kanda scoffed.
"Don't apologize for things you can't control, Moyashi." Was his classic response. Allen rolled his eyes.
"It's Allen, Bakanda!" He exclaimed, looking at him. Kanda smirked in reply. Allen looked at him. "It's not goodbye you know...we'll see each other again real soon!" He exclaimed. It was Kanda's turn to roll his eyes.
"And what makes you so sure Sprout?" He asked. Allen gave him a grin.
"Because it's a promise! And promises never break!" He chuckled. Kanda scoffed again, and he flicked Allen on the forehead. Allen laughed, using his chance to give Kanda a hug. Kanda would never mention to Allen how he felt the boy's tears soak his shirt as they rolled down his face.
"Baka, you better come back one day." He said. Allen laughed again.
"And if I don't?" He asked. Kanda snorted.
"Then I'll have to find you, now won't I? Moyashi." Before Allen had a chance to reply, Mana had called for the young boy. With a tight squeeze, Allen let go of Kanda, and ran off, wiping away his falling tears. He turned around, to face the other boy, giving a tear filled grin.
"I'll hold you to it, Bakanda!"