A/N: Hey everyone, I've been reading Soul Eater for the past couple of days and I'm inspired to write a fan fiction on it since well let's just say stories about insanity always interest me the most. I hope you enjoy, also there will be lots of cursing, just a warning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, Ookubo Atsushi does.

"It sat in the middle of the room looking at me innocently and at the same time radiating pure insanity that would push me over the edge of my own mind.

I wanted it so bad but at the cost I would have to pay, it's not worth it. It's not worth it to put her through the same shit as me.

" You know you want it." He spoke my thoughts grinning from ear to ear. His eyes looked like the endless abyss I so desperately longed for.

" Shut up."

" Give in to the temptation for once in your life. That cool guy act gets old doesn't it?" He waved his hand nonchalantly.

" Shut up." I whispered this time.

" I can see your fingers twitching… you're just itching to play it." He cackled and the laugh resonating with my longing. That was what I wanted. The insanity… to let loose and not be judged.

" I can't." I turned away shuffling my feet. I couldn't look at its slender black frame and its polished keys. I couldn't.

" Sure you can. All you have to do is… sit." He hopped off it and pointed to the leather stool in front of it.

Although my body protested it knowing the harm it could cause me, my mind was in turmoil. I wanted it but I didn't.

" I won't." I corrected myself.

He sighed and walked over to me grabbing at the hem of my points.

" Now that's a different story. You won't do it for… yourself or… Maka." He hissed her name and I winced.

" Just try it out. I got a brand new one just for you." He tugged harder at my pants and I relentlessly followed. His smirk grew wider than I thought possible and his face more sinister and yet I followed.

He sat me down and hopped onto the top of it.

" Now play a key for me." He whispered.

My finger twitched longing to touch the smooth surface of the white key but I held it back.

" Let loose. Insanity is all about letting…go." He laughed.

A smirked grew on my face as I raised my hands and forced them down onto the piano, screaming its tune.

Insanity came… and I welcomed it."

Soul woke up in a cold sweat, shaking from head to toe. His breathing was harsh and shallow and his lungs were on fire. He looked down at the blankets soaked in sweat and at his own trembling hands.

" Fuck… fuck." He muttered running his hand through his hair.

He heard a creak from the corner and nearly jumped a mile high.

" Nya… it's just me." She jumped onto Soul's bed and looked at him curiously, cocking her head to the side. In a cloud of smoke she changed to her human form and rubbed his back soothingly.

" Everything alright? Can Blaire-chan do anything?" She purred.

" I'm fine." Soul muttered getting up slowly. He walked slowly to his bathroom and turned the faucet to the cold setting.

He cupped his hands and splashed the ice, cold water over his face. He looked up into the mirror and saw the huge dark bags under his eyes and his pale face but the eyes… the eyes were the worst.

Insanity lingered in their depths and he could almost see him cackling at his efforts to control his mind.

Blood trickled down his fist and pain shot up his arm. He yelped and collapsed.

" Soul! Soul, are you okay?!" Maka ran into the bathroom in nothing but a nightgown. She looked at him horrified then bent down and grabbed his still clenched fist tenderly.

" What did you do?" She asked him calmly but the demanding tone was still there.

" Hell if I know." He grit his teeth as Maka grabbed a still wet washcloth from the tub and gently cleaned the wound.

" There's some glass in here…" She stated then looked up to the cracked mirror, it was shattered and glass layered the sink.

" Did… did you punch the mirror?" She questioned looking at him strangely.

" I guess so…" He tried to recall what happened but could only remember his eyes.

" You don't remember? Hold still." She commanded while she picked some glass out of the wound.

" No." He answered knowing it was useless to lie Maka would find out one-way or the other.

" It's clean, let me wrap some gauze around it." She grabbed some from the bathroom cabinet and began winding the white bandage tenderly around his hand.

"Thanks." He remained stoic as he opened and closed his hand to see if it could move well.

" Are you okay?" She asked as he got up and brushed off his pants.

" I'm fine, worry about yourself." Soul showed her a small smile. He began to walk out of the bathroom but came in contact with something soft.

" Nyaaa…" Blaire purred pushing Soul closer into her boobs.

" SOUL! YOU PERVERT!" Maka screamed hitting Soul over the head with her famous Maka-chop.

" Ah! Soul-kun!" Blaire fret over the dead figure of Soul on the ground.

" Old times are back again huh?" He murmured to himself.

" The old times could never return, keep moving forward… into the insanity."

A/N: Thank you for reading everyone and I hope to update soon. In case you are wondering what happened at the beginning, it was Soul having a dream about the little demon man and the piano.