"Oh, Death! Why the hell do you always want Maka to be affected too?!" Soul yelled after the last battle the demon had convinced Maka to use the Black Blood.

The little demon shrugged. "I figure insanity's better with a little company."

Soul let out a breath and turned his back on the demon. "That doesn't make any freakin' sense."

The little demon followed his actions. "Look, I might kind of ship you two."

Soul turned. "What?"

The demon strolled over the piano in the center of the room and sat on the fall board. "I ship you two. Haven't you heard the term?"

Soul shook his head slowly, wondering what this guy was up to.

The demon sighed. "'Ship' is short for relationship. To ship, or support a 'shipping', is to want two or more people to end up together."

"Or more?!" Soul asked.

"Yes, there are some creepy people out there who ship the strangest things. I like the classic one though. Mostly because anyone who ships you two has a love-hate relationship with me. I have fans, can you believe it?" The demon cried happily.

"Wait... people ship Maka and I?" Soul asked incredulously, pink tinting his cheeks.

"Oh yes.. I've written some fiction myself, would you like to take a gander?" The demon said, making his way to a desk that appeared out of nowhere.

Soul figured he shouldn't ask about that when he could ask, "What do you mean fiction?"

The demon sighed. "Aren't you supposed to be a teenager? Fan fiction. It's when people make their own plots to a show, like creating an Alternate Universe, or just writing some nice fluff in the middle of the series."

Soul decided he wouldn't ask what Alternate Universe or fluff was, or what the hell he meant by series. "So people write about me?"

"Oh, not just you, Soul. They write about everyone! I especially love SoMa, but I've seen a few SoKis that work too."

"SoMa? SoKi?"

"Soul and Maka, Soul and Kid. Like, the shipping." The demon explained, pulling out a laptop.

"Are you saying people think I like guys?! I like Kid?!" Soul cried loudly, thinking how uncool it was that people were messing with him in such a way.

"Well, they may not think you do in the series, but they definitely want it to happen." The demon clarified.

There was that word again. Series...

"Look, I want you to read this. Let me know if you feel out of character or anything." The demon said, pushing the laptop his way. Soul grabbed it tentatively and let his eyes slowly scan the words. As they did, they widened and his jaw fell open. His cheeks were turning an incredible shade of red, maybe even deeper than his eyes, and his knuckles were turning white as he clutched the laptop.

Soul put the computer down slowly and his face became stoic. He turned to the demon. "You're a sick little bastard."

"Well? Did you like it?" The demon pushed.

Soul stiffened, ready to bite the demon's head off and instead let out a breath and turned away, feeling Maka trying to wake him up. "It... wasn't bad."

How the hell was he going to face Maka after what he just read?

And... where could he find more?

A.N.: Okay, that was wrong on SO MANY LEVELS, but it was fun to write so I did it. :D Please review!

I do think that Soul would appreciate it, if not just because I'm a huge SoMa shipper and think he would get a kick out of it.

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :]D MUSTACHE!