A/N: Yes, yes I know. I'm a lazy bum. Well, its 11:46pm and I wrote this in like, two minutes. So uh, yeah. Don't really expect it to be all awesome. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story!

-P.S: I seriously was interested in the black room, so I made this crappy crap thing.

-P.P.S: This is in Soul's POV. Just to avoid confusion.

-DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Soul Eater. You'd have to be a moron to think I did.

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The piano plays.

The madness plays.

I sat down. I ran a hand over the case. I put my fingers under the ridge and lifted up the lid, staring at the black and white keys.

I rested my hands on the piano keys, smiling. I would play a song. A song lost to time. My song. That bothersome demon stands behind me, smiling, waiting patiently for me to begin. The curtains fly open. My smile widens. I strike the first note. He chuckles under his breath.

"Go on," he had told me. "The stage is set. Play, play your song. Do a grand performance. Come."

I had followed him to the black room. An empty room with candles in each corner, a phonograph at one wall, and a grand piano in the middle of the room.

I sped up the tune of the song. I closed my eyes, allowing my tense body to relax. I struck a low key and paused.

"It's your turn, Maka."

I smiled. I felt Maka's grip on the demon scythe, or rather me, tighten. She yelled out the command Soul Resonance, and I opened my eyes. I continue to pick up where I left off on the song. I quicken the tune once more. I can hear the faint sounds of battle and the laughing of that demon. A blue hue surrounds me, and I know it's working.

Both of my hands slam down, striking many keys at the same time. The sounds blend together, and I continue to strengthen the wavelength with the piano music.

My smile grew some more. I began to laugh a bit. I knew the madness was playing me, just as I was playing the piano, but I didn't care. I listened intently, trying to figure out if the battle was ending or not. It was. Maka was winning. A few more hits and it would all be over.

The demon grinned and laughed. "Now, time for your grand finale, Evans."

I scowled, but continued to play. "Don't call me that name, got it?"

"Of course, of course."

I struck the keys harder, and I slowed the tune down. And to finish up the song just as Maka finished off her opponent, I slammed three keys. I snickered. Kid would've been proud about the symmetry in all that.

I stood up, announced that the song was over, and pulled down the key cover. The curtains closed, and the candles began to dim. I headed out of the black room, smiling and laughing. As I reached the end, I rested my hand on the doorknob, turned it, and walked out.

"I can't wait for your next performance, Soul. The stage is always set. And I'm always waiting."

The door closed. And the room was filled with silence once more.

The piano plays.

The madness plays.

Or, does it?

(A/N:) *claps hands* Well I hope you enjoyed that and don't regret spending some of your life reading that. Anyway, so yeah, I don't recall writing overly happy stuff.I'm lazy with a bad case of writers block. My age old enemy. Bye! See ya in the next story! EDIT: I just reread this and noticed that I say 'Anyway' a lot. Wow.