"Soul . . . Please help me," Maka whimpered in pain. She looked to her left to see there was no one there. She looked everywhere, but no one was there. "I'm scared. Please someone help me."
"Oh. I see, I think you are terrified. The fear of Loneliness, can't forget about that one," Ashura whispered into Maka's ear, as he drifted by the empty room.
"SHUT UP! I don't want to see you. Get Out of My Soul!" She yelled as it echoed through the dark room as it changed due to Ashura's expression. Everything turned a crimson colour as Maka sank into the unstable floor.
"Bye bye! I'll see you later," he said as he gave her a half-smile.
Maka flew up from her bed. It was just a dream. Her feet touched the cold floor as she got changed. Soul. That's what she could only think about. She slowly stumbled outside as she looked to the floor with every step. She can hear Ashura's heartless voice echoing through her head. It wouldn't go away, the agonizing pain of his influence was affecting her actions. Soul ran up to her calling her name, but she collapsed.
"Maka. Maka! Wake up," Soul repeatedly begged as he shook her shoulders. But there was no response to his pleads.
Maka was terrified to be in the stone cold room again. There was no warmth anywhere, just a small window revealing less than one bit on light. However, there was one door. It was small but it might be the only way out of this nightmare. She quickly crawled towards the door, but Ashura stood in her way. The piercing pain of his cold gaze sent Maka flying back to her corner. She started to shiver as he got closer and closer. His pale complexion and boney figure, made her think of a skeleton. He reached for her neck and grasped his hand around it. He gently caressed her soft face as he gave her a gentle kiss on her neck.
"Did you miss me?" he quietly whispered in her ear as he put her down and held her in his arms.
"What is going on? Why did you-" she stuttered as she gasped for air. The forceful embrace he had
given her made her wonder what was she doing. She didn't deny the gesture but accepted it.
"Relax, just you wait. You will become like me. The madness inside you will take over and you won't have fear for anything other than me," he said with a mysterious gaze in his eyes.
"No. I won't become like you! I don't want to be consumed by madness while Soul is counting on me, to make him a death scythe.,"
"heh. He is only using you. Don't you see that? All he wants is for you to get him souls so he can get stronger, while you get weaker. You do know that he will just go away after you get him all those souls,"
"He won't. He's not that type of person and he cares about me. I'm not scared of you anymore!"
"Oh really, than how come you are shaking. Trembling in fear of what is going to happen next. Shall I kill you right here? Or shall I keep you here longer so I can make you like me?"
"How about neither?" she provoked as she set her eyes on the small door behind him.
"What are you going to do? You can't escape me."
" I can get away from you, all I have to do is wake up and you will be gone."
"It's not that simple. Every time you sleep I will be here. Every moment in your life I will be here. There is no way you can get rid of me."
"Yes I can!"
Maka swiftly dashed past Ashura aiming for the door, but he aggressively grabbed her by the waist and forcefully brushed his lips against hers. She impulsively pulled back, knowing she was doing something wrong. She needed to get back to Soul. The only way she hadn't gone was through the door. Maka let out a ear piercing scream, as a burst of light guided her out of the nightmare.
She gradually opened her eyes, slowly getting up from the ground. The first person she saw was Soul. Maka was so relieved to see him, she jumped up and wrapped her thin arms around his neck. She was so happy to see him she was crying.
"Maka..."
"Soul, I'm so glad to see you!"
"Heh. Me too."
"Soul ... Would you leave me when you become a death scythe?"
"Of course not. I'll always be by your side"
"Good. I love you Soul"
"Maka... I love you too."
Maka. He hesitated. He doesn't truly love you. Love is for the weak. The love for other people make you weaker. Didn't you say you wanted to get stronger,or get Soul stronger? You are making him weaker and weaker. A burden on his shoulders. You are pathetic to think a weapon like him ever cared about you. All he wants is to become stronger. I know you want to be consumed by the madness inside you. I know you want to become as strong as me. Forget about Soul and Let me guide you through your path to become stronger.
