A/N:

Short muse. Because I felt slightly pensive and depressed this morning. I felt better after I wrote this, so yeah (: Tell me what this makes you feel/think. I'm curious. It may not have the most orginal storyline, but I guess I was just writing something that popped into my mind. This can be considered a drabble of sorts.

And he really is the bravest soul.

Disclaimer : Soul Eater isn't mine. I just love the characters and the story to bits.

Eternal

He approached them, and smiled ever so slightly.

"Good morning, it's been a while, hasn't it?" the matured man waved a pale hand in their direction, his dark cape fluttering behind him as he ambled up to them.

"I'm fine, and I hope you are too." He proceeded to say as he stood before the two, blinking his golden eyes as he cast his gaze onto them. The male sighed with an expectant grin when no response came, but continued speaking to the two individuals nonetheless.

"Shibusen is doing great this year. There are many new talents amongst the children. It makes me feel nostalgic." The man sighed, lowering his lanky frame and gathering up the ends of his raven black coattails as he proceeded to seat himself onto the grassy ground. His brow furrowing in annoyance as creases gathered on his black suit.

"None of them will ever live up to Black Star, though." He smoothed out the irritating, asymmetrical wrinkles and proceeded to laugh to himself as he remembered his blue-haired friend. He had gone to see him and his partner, Tsubaki, before he had made his way over here. The man had had a ball of a time with that arrogant and charismatic goof and his eternally tolerable and kind partner. Remembering all their antics with the compatible duo made the monochrome male chuckle and reminiscence on his long-played out childhood. He had left two bunches of camellia there, because he knew that that flower held a special meaning for both of them.

"Remember out first time walking into Shibusen?" the scene flashed by in his head, almost as if it had happened yesterday.

"He broke one of Father's spikes." The man tilted his head and propped his chin onto his raised knee, staring at the two of them with the most earnest of eyes. He recalled how it had been their first meeting with their faithful and long-lasting friends. Even if it had damaged the school, it was worth it. (No, wait...)

"But that won't happen anymore now, since the school's getting renovated." He added on, in explanation, his smile glowing and his eyes sparkling with excitement. "There will be eight halls, eight different training rooms, eight fields, eight floors and eight basement levels..." The man strayed away, his mind lost in the wonderful symmetrical number and the careful design that he himself had spent years planning. It made him bubble with joy at the thought that his idea would finally be made a reality.

"Yes, I know a long time has passed since we graduated," he nodded his head contemplatively to the duo.

"But madness is still out there, and so are many Kishin eggs." The male mumbled, in a displeased tone, a frown playing upon his skilfully chiselled face. "However, I understand now, that evil opposes with good, and vice versa. Balance is maintained where the symmetry fails." The heir of Shibusen admitted with a sigh, even though he would be able to tolerate just having balance alone, symmetry was something he still adored to a large extent.

"Weren't the two of you the ones who taught me that?" he inquired, knowing that a reply would never come. But he understood very well that the answer lay in his heart, locked away in his precious memories forever.

"Thank you for everything. I couldn't have reached here without you two guiding me and picking me up along the way." The man beamed at them, his gratitude raw and sincere in his deep voice. The times he missed the most was when he was still a teenager, when he liked to think of himself as worthless, pathetic scum. They had never once agreed with him, and it warmed his heart and made his tense frame relax.

"I'm going to visit Maka and Soul now. Please rest well." He carefully stood onto his gleaming and polished shoes, and began to turn his back to the two individuals. A stray wind blew across the field, caressing his cheeks and ruffling his symmetrical hair. The man shook his head as a small grin played across his handsome features. It was almost as if they were hugging him with the breeze, playfully messing up his hair like they used to do. The ring with the skull insignia glinted brightly in the sunlight as he raised one hand to comb his black and white bangs back into their perfect places. He placed a hand on the taller tomb, before shifting his touch to the other stony shrine, his lips curling at how the asymmetry reminded him so much of them and their beautiful partnership.

"I'll return to see you again, Liz, Patti. Until then,"

He placed the two bouquets of sunflowers on either resting place of his most fond companions, ensuring that they were lying perfectly side by side and each stalk of flower mirrored its counterpart on either stone. Once he was please, he started walking away, the wind ushering him and cooling his body in the warm weather. The male tugged at his black sleeves, and he adjusted the tiny skull that perched itself at the base of his neck.

"Good bye." He softly uttered the words that had grown too accustomed on his lips, and continued on his way down the tiled walkway that was flanked with grey tombstones. He wondered when would be the next time he could come and visit his dear, beloved companions. He would be busy from now on, managing the affairs of the world and Shibusen. However, till that time came, he knew that they would be resting peacefully. He'd make sure of it.

The only possible thing that could come after a parting; was a reunion. So the man looked forward to that, and smiled in spite of himself. He took off the chalky white mask that hung over his face and raised his gaze towards the cloudless morning sky.

He became Kid again, instead of Death.

Just for that one second.