A/N: Hey, hey! Hope you all checked out my latest fic; Ambition. It's the first story as a part of the Mint Pizza Queen's 1000 Theme Challenge. Anyway let me stop trying to advertise and get on with the second story of the challenge; Nightmare. Round two, fight!

Summary: Mint Pizza Queen's 1000 Theme Challenge! Theme 2: Nightmare. It's a SoMa oneshot. Dream? Or nightmare? You decide.

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Soul Eater?

Nightmare

By: kitsunekitsunebi

Blood as black as night leaked from every crook and crevice in the room. The thick liquid engulfed the shiny grand piano and the little red demon. Sludge ran down the devil's head, completely consuming the sickening grin that stretched across its face.

"That's right, Soul. Let it take control of you, body and soul" the little red demon laughed, the grin, no doubt, still in place. It's maniacal laughter echoing through the growing darkness.

"No, no, no!" Soul screamed trying to make his way out of the room that was quickly filling to the brim with the black substance.

'I can't breathe' he thought as he tried to take a breath and all he got was a mouth of the disgusting black blood. He tried to cough it up but couldn't.

'I'm suffocating' he thought thrashing around wildly in the darkness.

'And shaking . . . ?' he thought as he began to resurface. Someone was calling his name and shaking him roughly. He opened his sleep-heavy eyes and was met with familiar emerald orbs. It was Maka. What was she doing in his room? He took in a sharp breathe after realizing their proximity and sat up quickly.

"What?" he said to no one in particular still in a frightened stupor.

'Calm down' he thought. It was only Maka.

"Are you ok? I heard you yelling" she said her voice full of concern for her partner and best friend.

"I was . . . I thought . . ." he started still slightly panicky from his vivid vision. He was breathing way too hard to try to brush it off and say he was fine. He couldn't just tell his meister to go away after shouting out in his sleep like that; she was going to want answers. He looked back up at her, seeing the question still there; he took a deep breath and spoke.

"No" was all he could say. His voice was raspy and groggy from sleep. There was a long pause as Maka tried to think of something, anything, to say that could possibly comfort him. He had nightmares before but never had he ever cried out like this. Sensing she couldn't find words Soul grunted and turned over to face the wall, silently asking the blonde to leave. The room was so silent that Soul thought she had left.

"You want to talk about it?" she asked knowing full well that he didn't. The room became deathly silent again before Soul heard the door shut. He assumed she left until he heard the bed creak with added weight. He looked over his shoulder to see his meister climbing into bed with him, clad in her favorite pink pajamas. He gave her a questioning look that she couldn't have possibly seen from behind her bangs. She then slid her arms around his broad back, keeping her expression hidden the entire time. He hesitated for a moment before he turned in her arms and face her. He returned the favor and slid his arms around her slender waist, his face immediately flushing at the contact.

Soul sighed as he heard her breathing even out, knowing she had fallen asleep.

"How uncool" he said to no one in particular.

'To have a nightmare and have my partner comfort me, well. . .' he thought with another satisfied sigh as he tightened his grip around Maka's waist.

'Maybe its cooler than I thought' and with that he fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, Maka still in his arms.

A/N: It was a lot shorter than what I hoped, but whatever. I hope you enjoyed!

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