Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

Author's Note: So, this story is kind of off topic and random and their's really no point to it, so please don't get mad at me :~) R&R!

"Oh. You again."

"Why do you always sound so disappointed, Mr. Evans?"

Soul was glowering at the little red demon, who was smiling widely back up at him.

"Don't call me by that name." Soul warned.

"Oh, why not? It's who you are, isn't it?"

Soul avoided the question. "Just don't call me by that name if you want me to listen to you."

"Very well, Soul." the demon said.

Soul looked down at the ground. He knew why he was here again. He normally traveled here because he was troubled by something. He loosened his black tie around his neck. The demon seemed to know something was up.

"What is troubling you, Soul?"

Soul didn't take his eyes off of the ground. "You already know the answer to that. That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes, I remember now," the demon said with an evil smile. "You are troubled by your miester. Yes, very troubled, I see… No, it's not the miester that you're so worried about, it's your own self! You are worried that you wont be able to protect Miss Albarn, aren't you."

Soul gave the demon a slight nod. "Yeah. That thought has been haunting me for some time now. I've always been able to protect Maka in the past," Soul fingered his long scar through his suit, "but what if someday I'm not able to get to her in time? I don't want to have the weight of Maka's life on my shoulders. She means too much to me. And if she dies someday because of me…"

"Yes, Soul, I can see your troubles… And, perhaps, this 'weight' that you refer to is more than just your duty to protect her as her weapon? Am I correct, Soul?"

"What, do you want me to come right out and say it?"

"Yes, it would help." the demon hissed.

"I love her."

"Ah! The young Soul has found love," the demon chuckled. "How utterly fascinating!"

"What's the big deal?" asked Soul, trying to sound uncaring, but his voice broke.

"Soul's found love! Soul's found love!" the demon sang, clapping his hands with glee.

"WHAT'S THE DAMN BIG DEAL?" Soul shouted, standing up so quickly that his chair flipped over backwards. He was breathing heavily and his teeth were bared.

"Now, now, Soul. Don't lose your temper!" said the demon, wagging his finger at him.

"I'll do what I damn well like," Soul grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away from the demon.

The demon began chewing his fingers. "Soully Soully! Hey!"

Soul looked back at the demon. "What?"

"We have to decide what to do about your predicament!"

"I don't know, I'll just talk to Lord Death or something…"

"Don't you think that that would seem a bit suspicious?" the insane demon's voice was reaching hysterics.

Soul shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

The demon began muttering to himself, chewing on his fingers and his eyes darting around everywhere.

"You're so annoying," Soul said blandly.

"Yes, but helpful, correct?"

"I beg to differ." said Soul, sighing. "Anyway, I'm going to go talk to Death now, so I'll see you around."

Waving a hand, Soul disappeared. The demon laughed madly. "Did you hear that, Medusa? Did you HEAR THAT?"

Hundreds of miles away, Medusa sat gazing into her ball. She smiled wickedly, laughing a little. "Looks like everything's going according to plan."

Yes, this is the end. I wanted it to seem like an episode, I guess… Anyway please review!