A/N: [Update] I really needed to fix this story. There were a few errors that were really beginning to bother me. I didn't change much, just added a bit in. This fanfic is based off of a comic by someone on deviantArt named Z-Raid. They are a fantastic artist and I suggest checking them out. c:

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, Ookubo Atsushi does; I don't own the idea for the story either, it was written by Z-Raid.

I am the Demon God of Insanity. I do not "dream" when I sleep.
Not that I care.
Dreams are so sporadic and random. Why would I want something that I can't control?

Like the one time that dreaded albino boy fell asleep at the breakfast table. Maka was cooking breakfast, looking deliciously adorable in her apron, and then suddenly that stupid haired scythe, who had fallen asleep at the table, started laughing in his sleep and muttered, "Hehe... Maka's boobies…"
Maka was furious, waking up the albino with one of her deadly Maka chops using a nearby dictionary. The sight was hilarious to me, though she shot me a glare when I snickered at the weapon's pain.

However, I have to admit…
Your happy expression when you describe a "nice" dream,
Your terrified expression after having a "bad" dream,
All of them have made be rather curious.

Are dreams good? Or are they bad?
How could you like something so erratic?
I don't understand.

x x x

The darkness was soothing as always, and a welcome change. I always found it so exhausting to stay awake for so long each day, with all the bright lights and loud noises. After a while it starts to make my head throb and my eye twitch.
Which is why I love the night time so much.

Although the silence can be rather lonely sometimes, the shadows give my eyes a break from all the light. However, it also allows my imagination, and thus fears, to run wild. Tonight was exceptionally quiet, giving my mind space to torment me to its full potential. Jumping at every slight noise outside or every time something moved in the shadows, I could almost feel the paranoia bubbling up inside me.

Gripping onto the blanket as if for dear life, I swallowed thickly and flicked my eyes side to side, searching the darkness for the source of my uneasiness. As expected, it was very well hidden, if it was existent at all.

I knew how I could stop this. The answer was laying, quite literally, down the hallway. The antidote to my insanity: Maka Albarn.
My thoughts instantly swerved to her, and I could feel the anxiety in my chest relax slightly. Sucking in a deep breath, I kicked off the blanket and gingerly placed my feet on the floor, as if stepping on a thin sheet of glass. I crept down the hall, being extra careful not to make a sound. I passed by the albino's room, suppressing the urge to sneak into his room and mess with him somehow. Perhaps place his hand in a bucket of warm water..

Quickly reminding myself of the task at hand, I resumed my lurking until I stopped at her doorway. I slowly turned the doorknob, physically flinching when the door let out a high-pitched complaint as it was pushed open. I waited a moment to make sure she was still asleep, then stepped across her room, gently lifted her covers and crawled under them. I could feel the warmth radiating off of Maka and wondered what it would be like to be pressed up against her side. But in fear of waking her, I squashed the idea and instead pulled the covers up to my chin and closed my eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. Simply laying beside her, feeling her soul wavelength envelope mine, it comforted my anguished soul almost immediately.

The clutches of sleep were just beginning to tug at my eyelids, when a sudden noise startled me awake. I blinked and glanced to my side, curious as to where it was coming from.
A moment passed before I heard it again. It sounded almost like a whine of some sort. My eyes trailed down and rested on Maka, who was looking incredibly uncomfortable, her hands clutching the covers so tightly that her knuckles were beginning to turn white. She shifted in her sleep and let out another whimper. I could tell from her almost pained expression that she was having another nightmare, and from the looks of it, a bad one. I reached out to wake her, but before I could place a hand on her she sat bolt upright and let out a strangled cry. I straightened myself, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my lips to her ear.

"Shh... it's alright," I whispered to her, tightening my grip on her small form. "You're awake now."
Maka's labored breathing finally slowed after a few moments and she gasped, "R-right."
I was silent for a while, giving her time to calm down and for her heartbeat to return to normal. Then, I felt her entire body tighten in my arms.
"You snuck into my room again?"
"...Yes."
"Get out of my room."
"But the couch is uncomfortable!"

The lie slipped out before I could catch it. If she knew the real reason I was lying in her bed, that I was frightened of being alone with my mind, she'd think I was being childish.
Maka let out an irritated noise, but didn't say anything more, so I assumed she was alright with the idea.
"You had another bad dream?" I asked her quietly, "You've been getting those a lot lately..."
Maka let out a sigh. "Yeah…"

There was another moment of quiet before I gathered up the courage to ask, "What are they like?"
"What's what like?" She no longer sounded angry, only tired.
"Dreams."
I could feel Maka glance at me from the corner of her eye. "You've never had a dream before?"
I shrugged my shoulders slightly.
"No."
"Really?" She sounded like she didn't believe me.
"Just answer my question. Are dreams good or bad?"

Maka didn't answer for a very long time, and I begun to worry that I'd offended her or something. My paranoia was returning, when suddenly she replied,
"Well... dreams can be both good and bad. They can't be controlled. Whether dreams are good or not in general is a personal opinion."
I nodded slowly. I already knew that.
"Then dreams must be bad."
Maka's lips twisted into a frown. "How can you say that when you never had one?"
"Dreams are too unpredictable," I countered. "I don't like that."
"That's stupid," Maka snapped. "Just because you can't control it doesn't mean it's bad. Who knows, you could have a really nice dream one day.
This time, it was my mouth that turned downwards. "But if I have a nightmare..."
Maka's voice softened. "They're just dreams, Asura. They can't physically hurt you."
She smiled reassuringly. "And if you have a bad dream, I'll be there to comfort you. So give dreams a chance before labeling them as bad."
I thought about this for a few moments. "...Ok."
"Great. Now, get the hell out of my room."
"But your bed is so comfortable!"
"Get out!"

In the end, I won the argument.

x x x

That night, I had a dream. How convenient.
It was a simple dream, just the two of us walking.
I don't remember where we were or what we were talking about. Maybe they weren't important.
However... I do remember that glorious smile of yours.

Perhaps dreams aren't as bad as I thought.

End.