A/N: Another short little fanfic, at least following my terms.
I own neither Soul Eater or the letter six. Wait...
"Soul!"
The boy heard his name for the last time as he sank into the liquid darkness. Black was all he saw, eyes opened or closed. No one could ever reach him again in the oddly peaceful pool of insanity.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Shut up..." he moaned, and looked up at the red demon. "Why do you have to follow me everywhere. That's so uncool, even..." The girl. The blond one, in pigtails with emerald eyes. What was her name again? Soul shoved the memory of her away. "...even /she/ gives me a little more privacy."
"Your partner and friends need you. You can't just let them down, you know."
Images of a blue haired boy and a black haired samurai, two blonds and a boy with stripes through his hair, and a pink haired socially awkward kid flashed through his mind. Then they were gone, forgotten like the other girl.
"Let them do it themselves," Soul replied with a scoff and the turn of his head. "This one shouldn't be harder than the rest."
Kishin... yes, that's what they had resorted to call the monsters that corrupted the world. But in a moment, that too, was soon lost in the abyss of his mind.
"Without you, they're all doomed to fail..."
"Shut up..." he groaned again.
"I can help you know..."
"I swear if you don't shut the hell up-"
"What can you do to hurt me? I'm you."
Soul shut his eyes and ignored the demon.
"I'll offer you this once more..."
"Piss off."
The demon smirked. "Getting a little short-tempered are we? I guess we'll just have to do this the hard way..."
Soul's eyes immediately snapped open, the shade of his iris an eerie light gray. In fact, all color in his body had drained away. The black liquid swarmed over his body, forming appropriate clothing. An insane smile stretched across his face.
This was going to be fun.