(A/N: okay so you know how you see Maka's dad and hear about her mom, but you don't hear much about Soul's family? Well...I have a theory, they're dead. So here's the fic, hope you enjoy!)

Disclaimer: I own neither Soul Eater or the image

Dear Go-

Dear Jos-

Screw it.

Hey Mom, Dad? It's me Soul. I know its been a while, but we need to talk. I've been having these weird feelings and dreams lately, not a good weird either. Weird like, how fun would it be if I went on a killing spree? Or, Just how delicious is Maka's blood?

Yeah, Maka's.

It all started when we had that fight with Crona and his blood mixed with mine. And it only got worse when Maka gave in to her own maddness to help even the odds for the fight. After both she and Crona were freed from the maddness I thought that it was over, we had beaten it. But it had only just started.

Each day after that it was a struggle to not just lose it, many days I almost did. In my mind there's this demon voice, begging me to play for him. Honestly, you better not tell anyone, he scares me. I'm so afraid that even now in the real world I'm scared to even go near a piano, for fear that if I play I might accidentally let him have what he wants. The worst part? I can't even tell Maka about this for two reasons, she'll either call me crazy and give me a nice Maka-chop or, she'll cry. And if I ever see her cry because of me, I know I could never forgive myself.

There's really only one other thing keeping her from knowing what goes on in my head, and that's the one request I asked of the demon,

"You can drive me crazy, even kill me, but there's one thing you sure as heck better not do. Never. Ever. Touch. Her."

"Your wish is my command, Soul Eater.."

So, yeah. That's all I needed to tell you. And...I miss you. I know it's been a while since the fire, but I still have scars. Every day I look at my arms and think of how stupid I was for not being able to stop it in time and help you when you needed me most. That's why I'm training so hard, so that maybe one day I can make it up to you and show you just how sorry I am. I love you...

Soul

"Hey Soul, whatcha writing?" asked my extremely bubbly meister.

I turned my paper over quickly before responding, "Just a little poetry.."

Maka giggled a little, "So I've finally made a writer of you huh? Anyways, Black*Star asked me to come tell you that it was time for basketball, so.."

"Alright," I said a little too quickly, "I'm coming." I got up and pushed my chair in silently, and turned towards the exit before Maka stopped me. She cupped my cheek and gently swiped a tear from my cheek. We stood there silently for a moment, saying more than words ever could with just our eyes before she turned and ran out the door with a faint tint in her cheeks. I chuckled a little to myself,

"Thanks guys."

(A/N: This was just a random idea that popped into my head. Hope you enjoyed!)

~Areku