Soul finally rested his head on the nice,soft white pillow. He turned on the side that he usually slept on and fell right to sleep. A deep slumber taking over his tired and aching muscles.
He reopened his eyes to seeing the black room as he sat in his favorite black velvet chair. Already dressed up in his pinstriped suit. He looked to his left, the imp all comfortable on the small stool he sat on.
"What the hell do you want,piece of shit?" Soul asked,annoyed at the little thing.
"Oh 't get snappy at me,boy. I don't need you...but she does." Orge replied as he motioned towards his right,the deep red curtains opening up to Maka.
Soul was blown away,feeling his whole face burn a bright red just as the color of his eyes.
Maka wore a very revealing deep,red dress,if you can even call it a dress. Which its' length was only above her knees,strapless,with her long light brown hair down passed her shoulders and her short bangs hang to the side of her face. The,also, matching black tall heels to go with it.
"M-M-Maka..!" Soul stammered.
"H-Hey,Soul." Maka stuttered out,her face a flushed pink.
I need to remain calm. No. Cool,he told himself.
Soul closed his eyes in a brief moment,sat up straight, and looked back at Maka.
"You needed to talk to me?" Soul asked. Maka began to slowly step towards him.
"Yeah,I do...it's about what happened with Chrona..."
"? That again? I told you it wasn't your fault I got hurt. I'm your weapon and I'm supposed to do my job,protect you." Soul answered back,a bit annoyed as well.
Maka would just not let this go. How many times was he going to tell her that it's his job to protect her?
He sighed and closed his eyes,relaxing in the chair.
"No,it's not just about that. There's been something I've been meaning to tell you...Soru." Maka replied,seductively and walked slowly towards him. Putting her knee in between his legs,slowly touching his_ "Maka!.." Soul squeaked out. "Oh,Soru." Maka moaned, a creepy smile coming across her features. Soul looked at Maka. She wasn't herself. "The Black Blood..." he whispered. He could feel it. The radiating pulse of the black blood;insanity itself.
"You're not Maka." Soul stated obviously,as he saw the black glint in her eyes;the black blood.
"You're not Soul." She said,stepping back. Soul bowed his head down, a menacing grin spreading across his face. He slowly looked up at her.
"No, I'm not." He replied seductively. He stood up and walked to her,steppng towards her until she hit the small piano bench.
"Maka..." He breathed, their faces only inches apart. Maka put her arms around his neck and hungrily kissed him,pulling him closer to her.
'I will...not let you control me...you damn imp.' Soul thought as he continued to kiss Maka,feeling like a pupet.
"Soul.." Maka moaned as Soul began to trail bite marks along her pale neck. 'I-I'm being controlled.' Maka thought.
"Fools..I'm the one who's in control now." The imp snickered.