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He does not respond to the bastard's greeting, but instead chooses to stare straight ahead. He feels the bastard watching him, waiting for him to acknowledge his presence.
"Come now Soul Eater, don't be rude."
He does not waver and continues to stare at the wall, ignoring the little bastard as he walks around his chair, throwing out different flavored morsels to see what would reel in the catch.
"She's so close, why do you hesitate in making her ours?"
"Her fate was sealed when she chose us as her partner, there is no need for hesitation!"
"MAKE HER OURS!"
He remains silent, ignoring the bastards probing gaze as he searches for a opening. He hears the demon sigh and he thinks that hes done for tonight.
"Very well, it seems I must use a different tactic."
Apparently not, and he quickly stands as the black room and the bastard fade away in to nothingness. He wanders aimlessly through the black abyss looking for something, anything! Suddenly , instead of standing, he is falling and he hits a bed with a hard bounce. He pauses, this wasn't his bed, it was different. It was enormous first of all and his sheets are black and feel like silk under his hands. The comforter was a bloody hue and the bed frame had a Gothic feel to it. He sighs to tired to care where he was or who's bed hes in and starts to drift to sleep. A sudden movement makes him realize he is no longer the only one in the bed. His clothes are suddenly gone as well and he feels arms wrap his midsection. A head presses into the back of his shoulders and he shivers as she places a small kiss in between his shoulder blades.
"Soul."
He knows he is officially and royally fucked as her voice drifts across his ears, soft as chime bells. He turns and kisses her, unable to resist the temptation of being with her in his dreams. She sighs and returns his kiss, just as eager he and he sighs as he rolls over and pins her. She kisses his jawline down to his neck leaving occasional red marks from her small love bites.
He moves to kiss her again but pauses as small red flags shoot up in his head. Something was off. He knew the bastard wasn't here wherever here was but, he felt him inside of him and Soul could tell he was excited. But why? The mental image of Maka that his mind graphed up did not feel right either. She seemed, different from his other dreams, almost realistic, but yet not all the way real. That was impossible, he was still dreaming, wasn't he? He felt his mind shut down as she shifted her lower half against his and he lets out a small cry. He could think about this later, right now he just wanted to enjoy this non real moment with his miester , and he eagerly positions himself between her legs. When they finish and she is resting peacefully in his arms, he hears the demon chuckle before he drifts off to sleep.
When he wakes up he is back in the black room, and this startles him in to awareness as his eyes sweep the room and land on their target. The first thing he notices is the demons overly cheerful demeanor and this immediately puts Soul on edge.
"Did you sleep well?"
The images of last night flash through his head and with a snarl he launches his arm forward. The little bastard does not even try to dodge or resist as he picks him up by the throat but instead grins and laughs as Soul chokes him.
"Bastard, what did you do?!"
" I don't know what you're talking about !"
He growls and throws the demon across the room towards the wall, but the little bastard counters it and jumps off the wall to the floor. The bastard laughs again and claps his hands, and before Soul can ask his question the demon speaks.
"Well, I might have pulled a few strings."
"Something wasn't right in that dream so I ask again, what did YOU do?"
The demon chuckles doing his weird little dance, and Soul growls in impatience. The demon ignores him and continues his odd dance around Soul's chair, laughing with glee as he does so. He aims a well rounded kick at the demons head and is surprised when he doesn't even dodge it. Watching the demon pick himself up from floor laughing frayed the rest of Soul's nerves, what could possibly put the demon in such a good mood? Soul hadn't seen him this happy, ever.
"You think it was a dream? Fool, I assure you it was quite real."
He felt the air whoosh out of his lungs, and his chest tighten in agonizing pain. The bastard had to be lying, he had to, there was no other explanation.
"Your lying, that couldn't be real, the surroundings were black, no windows or a desk, or a chair, it wasn't my room!"
The little bastard sighs, rolling his eyes at Soul's confusion, and Soul wanted to choke him all over again. The demon sits on the ground in front of his feet and holds up a finger as he starts to explain.
"The room you saw was your soul room."
Soul shakes his head in disbelief , trying to quell all the questions trying to spew out of his mouth. He takes a deep breath, think calm, don't let the bastard get to you.
"Last time I checked the black room, THIS room, was my soul room, and I don't see a gigantic goth bed anywhere!"
"Who ever said your soul room couldn't change shape?"
This causes him to pause, he never thought about it before. It seemed logical, but yet a small piece of him doubted it, why would his soul room change shape?
"But why-"
" It changed shaped because it knows your feelings for Maka, mainly when you are dreaming, it would change shape when it felt your what you were feeling in your dreams but since you keep your soul gate closed it couldn't fulfill its purpose."
He sputters, soul gate? What the hell was that? Hes never heard of a soul gate in his lessons. What purpose could his soul room want to fulfill anyway? The demon must have noticed his complete uncomprehending expression for he quickly explains.
"A soul gate is what allows two souls to come in contact with one another. One can keep it open or closed, but for most miesters and weapons it remains open because they are not aware that have a soul gate. However, humans who are not weapons or miesters have there gate closed because of their inexperience with matching soul wavelengths or dealing with theirs or others souls in general."
"OK, that makes sense, but what about my soul gate, why is it closed?"
The demon eyes him for a moment before sighing in frustration and rubbing his temple. Soul didn't see the problem, it seemed like a perfectly good question.
"Isn't it obvious? You CHOOSE to keep it closed."
Now he is the one sighing in frustration, how could he choose the to keep his soul gate closed if he wasn't even aware he had one?! The bastard seems aware of his ignorance for he once again explains.
" Emotions, thoughts, and ones attitude can also come into play in whether a soul gate is open or closed. You have a fear of being judged or ridiculed when in contact with others, this and your attitude of no one understanding the true you keeps your soul gate closed. However, when it is just you and our miester your soul gate is open enough for her to check for what your feeling. The only time your soul gate is fully open is during resonance, even in battle your soul gate is not fully open. "
It is silent as he takes all the information in. He feels the bastard watching him but ignores it as he tries to reign all his thoughts in. That certainly answered his previous question, but what about...
"What does this have to do with my dream?"
The demon eyes widen in what Soul assumes is astonishment before his face splits into a grin and he laughs shaking his head as he does so.
" You mean you haven't figured it out yet? Where did you think I went when I disappeared?"
Soul scrunched his face in confusion. Why would the bastard want to open his soul gate? He shut his eyes, trying to recall what happened. He remembered him being alone, and soon after Maka showed up. He remembered her feeling different then all his other dreams, like she was real and yet...
His eyes flew open as all the pieces fell together, no, it couldn't be! The demon grinned at Soul's comprehending expression.
"You-"
"I told you, it wasn't a dream. I have been studying Maka's soul for some time now, Soul Eater. Her soul gate is always open and when I stand at the small opening in your soul gate I can hear it. Her soul cries for you, aches to come in contact with yours for reasons other then fighting. I quickly came to the conclusion that something had to be done so when you slept I opened your soul gate."
Soul felt himself fall forward and quickly clutched the arms of his chair to keep him from hitting the ground. Then what he slept with was Maka's soul? Then that would mean... The little bastards grin widens as he confirms Soul 's assumption.
"Your souls
mated."
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A/N: Whoo, that was a long chapter (for me anyway). Sorry for the grammar errors, I'm sure theres a ton. I hope I explained my idea ok. I think the ending for this chapter could have been better but oh well. I want to thank everyone who reviewed I forgot to do so last chapter. I got eight for the first and I think 3 for the second. I hand out cookies to all of you and look forward to your reviews for this chapter. Remember your reviews help inspire me which causes me to write faster! I look forward to your thoughts!
