Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or its characters. Neither do I own the song that inspired this.
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Masochism Tango is copyright to Tom Leher.

Masochism Tango

It can't be healthy for them, to keep on repeating the same dance steps while creeping closer and closer together, getting more daring with every repeat-
and how does no one notice this spark they share, lighting their souls.

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

They are no longer in the white of simple friendship or in the darkness of relationship, but rather in that twilight between worlds; dancing on that knife's edge between friends and more than that, and no one can see the signs they feel they are projecting so loudly in their desire to become-
so much more than just two halfs of one whole.

Say our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

And their feet may be cut and bleeding, -
and it hurts it hurts why does it hurt so badly?

and they may be gasping for air but they keep on dancing to the tune of their hearts and the beat of their breaths-
completely deaf to the music they're dancing to; so silent, and yet so loud.

So that every footstep is placed with uttermost care-
in clear synchronisation that they should be in but try so hard not to be because if the wrong person sees them it's the end of everything.

My soul is on fire,
it's aflame with desire,
which is why I perspire
when we tango.

Twirling slowly and so very closely for one moment-
touchable for that one instant where we step closer into the shared space, the heat that is us burning into my skin.

Before one or the other turns spinning away and they are beginning all over again-
why can't we simply step into an all new dance?

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the masochism tango

She can only hope that one day they'll have enough courage to actually stop, end the steps and pick a side to define the thing that has become Them, -
to fall over the wall and finally stop this insanity.

Then she thinks again-
how many lives would suffer, how many friendships would change just because of us?

And she finds that she doesn't really want to.

Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.
I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart.

She wants to keep on going and hope it doesn't end not yet not yet not yet...

Because it's worth it all if they never get the chance to dance again.

Take your cigarette from its holder,
and burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
and swear that you're mine,
as we dance to the masochism tango.

I changed the song a bit to make it fit, because parts of it were funny and what I wanted to emphasise the pain they want to go through to see and speak to each other. The bold italics are Maka's and Kid's thoughts; see if you can guess whose is whose? And yes at the end it switches POV to Maka, I'm sorry that's just how it turned out. Writing 'they' feels wrong and makes me think of Chrona which is the wrong tangent entirely...
I'll probably do a better version that hasn't got the song in it and then it'll make more sense, eventually when I get there.
Saint over and out.