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Here is my first Soul Eater fic! Yay! It took me forever! I'm still not finished with the story! Oh well! Its fun to write! Please comment!

Death the story

1

Apathy

Kid stood ever the large black coffin, gazing at the mask less Shinigami inside of it. His face was peaceful, almost like he was sleeping, but kid knew better, this was sleep his father would never wake from. The death god was killed nearly three weeks ago; it wasn't until now, that the Keshin was gone, that they could finally give the kind Shinigami a proper ceremony.

Kid was lost. Hurt. Broken. He stood there next to the coffin, numb and incoherent. Kid ignored the small group of meisters and weapons who had come to bid him farewell as well. Among there were Maka, Soul, Tsunami, Black Star, and Kid's weapons; Liz and Patty. He ignored every ones presence except his fathers.

Kid remained unmoving by the coffin until the moon shone brightly in the sky. Everyone had gone home hours ago, all except Liz and Patty. Patty had fallen asleep in one of the many benches of the church, while Liz had remained awake, listening to the quiet sounds of her breathing. Liz hadn't said anything to Kid about leaving; she didn't think it would be right. But now, as 1:00 a.m. was fast approaching, and Kid still hadn't moved, she figured it was time to speak up.

Liz walked over to Kid, the heels of her shoes' clicked against the ceramic floor, echoing throughout the church. When she stood beside Kid, he didn't look up to see who it was, his eyes remained fixed on Death Shinigami's peaceful face. Kids face was calm and his eyes filled with apathy. His body was not stiff or tense, he was relaxed, or so it seemed to Liz. He wasn't angry or upset with his father, Liz could see that, but Liz wasn't positive. With all the amount of time she had been with Kid, she had never seen him look so broken.

"Kid," she said gently, "it's late." She got no reply. Not even a simple nod of the head. Liz placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. She couldn't even begin to imagine what was going though the young Shinigamis' head. After a few awkward moments, Liz sighed.

"I'm gonna take Patty home, okay? I'll come get you as soon as she's in bed." Kid didn't respond, so Liz figured she had been heard, so, giving Kids' hair a loving fluff, she walked out of the church with an unconscious patty on her back.

As the church doors slammed shut, Kid snapped out of his daze. Blinking once. Twice. Three times. Kid glanced around the church and realized, for the first time, that everyone was gone . . . but it didn't matter. An unnatural chill shot up Kids spine as he turned around and rested his gaze on the Death Shinigami again. No tears came to his eyes, not a breath was caught in his throat. No emotion, not even if he wanted.

The realization of many sleepless nights suddenly hit Kid like a blow to the head. Kid could feel his legs, no longer able to support his body, buckle, sending his tired body falling to the ceramic floor.

Kid knelt beside the large coffin, remembering his father. Death Shinigami had always been there for him, even saving his life a few times. But when the roles were flipped, and his father truly needed help, Kid couldn't do anything. He just stood there, watching from the sidelines, as the Keshin ripped his father away from him.

He leaned into the coffin, resting his forehead on the cool surface. His mind continued to think and to remember. It reeled with all the memories he had once shared with his father, his mind was livid and alive with the memories, but his body was weak and tired.

As his eyes grew heavy, his mind suddenly started to succumb to the temptation of rest and the memories of his father began slipping away. Kid desperately clung to each memory for as long as he could, until it would vanish into the depths of his mind. They were not gone, Kid knew this. One or another may show itself from time to time, and Kid would be grateful for that. But for now, as they disappeared, one by one, all his lost mind could do was panic and try to bring them back.

This long subconscious battle continued until, finally, it became too much for Kid and he allowed for sleep to take him away from the church, from the world, from his father. . .

There was chapter 1! Hope you enjoyed it! More chapters on the way! XD