Why do you always sit?

Hey everyone, this was inspired by a story i read quite a while ago. I wish i could give credit to the person for the idea but i can't recall which story it was. It offers what i think is an alternative often unconsidered side of our favorite shinigami. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and review. I do not own Soul eater or any of it's characters.

"Why do you always sit Kid?" Liz asked, leaning away from the tangled mess of people playing twister in the middle of the cleared great room of Gallows mansion.

This Saturday the whole gang had elected Kids and the Thompsons to host their weekly get together. The night had been fun. Snacks, drinks, and karaoke. Games of hide and seek in the dark around the enormous house. Now they were all enjoying a good game of twister. All except Kid, who Liz had noticed, had been his usually brooding self and only slightly neglecting his guests by not partaking in the merriment.

"I couldn't possibly be pulled into a situation where I might have to adopt an asymmetrical pose for minutes on end." Kid replied nonchalantly as if the insanity he had just spoken was not exactly that. "Besides, I am content, to simply sit and watch you all enjoy yourself."

"Geez Kid, you can be such an old man sometimes." Liz said, followed by a witty remark from Black*star that garnered many laughs from the group. Kid had not heard the snide remarks Black*star had made. He was already lost in thought.

"Old man indeed. Oh Liz, if only you knew."Kid's eyes glazed over slightly as he nestled easily into his favorite chair. His shoulders slumped and the muscles in his back eased as the familiar cushiness of the perfectly symmetrical high backed chair embraced him. "Perhaps I am on old man." He thought to himself as he pondered his enjoyment of this rather mundane object he rested in. Kid enjoyed the simple things in life. A comfy chair, a warm fire, a game of chess. Even though it was impossible to win when he played symmetrically. "This chair" he mused, it had been his for longer than he'd know the Thompson sisters. Longer than they or Soul or even Tsubaki, the eldest of the group, had been alive.

The chair had been a gift from his father some hundred and fifty odd years ago, for Kid's five hundred and thirty seventh birthday. Kid thought about his birthday. It would be 3 weeks from Tuesday. "690" the thought of it weighed heavy on him for a moment and then passed. Ten years from then he would hit the big seven zero zero. "Ugh, why did it have to be seven? Why not eight?" Then Kid thought about where he might be on his eight hundredth birthday. Perhaps right here, enjoying his favorite chair. Certainly none of these friends would be around to see it. For all Black*star's claims to god-ship, he would soon be taken under by the unceasing march of time. Soul and Maka would grow old together in front of him. Kid knew. He had seen enough relationships blossom from adolescents to know which ones would be unique and hold strong until the end. Even if they themselves didn't realize it and still refused to acknowledge it, Kid knew that they would eventually profess their love, get married, start a family, watch their children grow, adore their grandchildren, and eventually die.

The Thompson sisters would also live out their lives as he sat and watched from his chair. For all the bad manners and crassness from their upbringing, Kid really was quite fond of the two. Liz especially. Headstrong and confident but only to hide the ignorance of her youth. She possessed a vigor that impressed him, and under layers of false bravado a pure and kind heart that cared deeply for others. He was sure that caring nature of hers also reached towards him. After all, he's been alive a long time and new all the signs well. He had come to know himself well in these six hundred and eighty nine years also. He knew that part of him longed to build something more with her. Not just because he found her beautiful, but also to share in her life and have her share in his. A simple reach out to her is all he would need to muster, he was sure of it. A light touch that lingered on the back of her hand just a second long enough, or a gaze held just right in the hall before wishing her sweet dreams. That's all it would take and she would be his. She already loved him, this he also knew. Their love would grow by leaps and bounds. The image of their wedding flickered into his mind. "How gorgeous Liz would look in a wedding dress" he thought. Other dreams filled his head. Liz asleep and curled into his arms on the couch on a snowy night beside the window he knew she loved to look out. Her hair falling over his face as she lay over him in bed, staring up into those soothing green eyes of hers. Seeing her sleep at his side in that same bed as the moonlight washed over her.

He shifted slightly in his chair, made suddenly uncomfortable by the new feelings of possible things to come clashing with the old familiar feeling of his chair and watching as the world passed. Kid cursed his analytic mind. He knew without any deliberation as happy as his dreams might seem, they would ultimately lead to despair for them both. He would continue on living long after she would cease to be, and the memory of what they had would torment him. "Better to have loved then lost, indeed" he though in a sudden bitterness that he did not often embrace. He was angry for a moment. Angry at the way this world forced him to live. A tear rolled down Kid's cheek.

"Are you okay Kid?" Liz asked looking over at him and speaking with the voice of an angel. It was the voice of concern for someone she loved.

Kid could see only her. He sat in his chair, she knelt on the ground and around them swirled darkness.

"I'm fine." Kid said, "Just dust in my eye is all."

"Oh, okay" She said, now turning away from him. As she did, the room seemed to morph back into reality. She was kneeling there flicking the spinner and directing the others as they played.

Kid wiped the tear from his face and looked down at it solemnly. He leaned back into his chair once more and looked out at his friends. Smiling and laughing. Kid began to think of how little time they truly took up in his life. Seconds really. Mere blinks. Kid closed his eyes and when he opened them Tsubaki and Black*star were gone. When he opened them again after closing them Soul had vanished from the room. Kid strained now to keep his eyes open as he looked at the three who still remained. But eventually he blinked and as he did Maka and Patty were no more. Only Liz remained. He watched her intensely, trying to take in all that he could. Every sweep of her hair and every smooth curve of her face. She looked back at him from where he sat. A sadness in her eyes, as if knowing that she would soon be gone. The room had grown steadily darker and now was only bright enough for them to see each other and nothing else. She held him in her eyes but did not speak, or move, or blink.

Kid couldn't take it. He dropped his head and looked at his feet, which were almost consumed by shadows. The shiny tops of his shoes were soon dotted with wet droplets. He spoke, no, whispered in a way that wasn't a command, but a plea. A last wish of a dying man who could never die.

"Don't leave . . ."

"Kid, why do you always sit?" her voice echoed softly through his mind.

As he slowly brought his head up, it became apparent that Liz was no longer there. Kid rested his elbows on his knees and held his head under his hands. In the darkness he sat, the chair, no longer comfortable, but simply there.

Well I really enjoyed writing this. Hopefully you all enjoyed reading. I would love to hear what you thought of it so please leave a review. I really struggled with how I wanted to end this story because I had a good alternate ending but it didn't really fit with the theme of these story sets, so this is the ending I decided on.