A/N- This is important! This chapter actually takes place the night before Maka goes to school and tells Tsubaki about her problems. The next chapter will take place during the time Maka is at school. Hope that doesn't confuse anyone, I kinda got my writing order mixed up. Sorry guys! –sweatdrop-


A Demon To End Regret

Soul was in the Black room, the light was low and dim, and he found himself sitting in a suede, red armchair. His senses were all occupied, apart from taste. He was staring around him, at the retro furnishing, and the glossy black piano sitting in the corner of the room. He yearned to play it, but he held himself back.

He could feel the soft suede of the armchair, engulfing him in comfort, and he was wearing a comfortable pinstriped suit, red shirt and black tie. His hearing was occupied by some dodgy jazz tune, which kept skipping as the record player kept fluctuating.

He could smell the aroma of the dim candle sticks around the room, they smelt a tad like lavender, which kept Soul relaxed. Suddenly from behind a black silk curtain, a little red imp appeared, wearing a suit and shuffling out of time with the awful skipping record.

"Hello Soul." He chuckled.

"H-How do you know my name?"

"How do I know? I'm part of you, Soul, I am part of your subconscious mind."

"What-?"

Soul stood up quickly, but the imp motioned for him to stay sitting. For now, he obeyed.

"You're in trouble right now, aren't you Soul? You don't know what to do about your precious friend Maka, do you?"

Soul swallowed a lump in his throat, listening to what the imp had to say.

"I have the solution."

"What is it?" Soul jumped from the chair again.

"Be patient, and hear me out Soul. You won't get anywhere being like that." Soul sat back down slowly.

"Go on.."

"If you do this, you can forget all worries about Maka's precious feelings, you can drop all regrets and you can earn great power!"

"…What do you want from me?"

"Give in to the Black Blood Soul… Let it consume your body, follow me into the dark, and you can forget all about your feelings of guilt, of anger, of sadness, you'll become indestructible."

"Do you really think so..?" Soul muttered.

There was a few moments of silence as Soul sat in thought.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK I ACTUALLY WANT TO LEAVE MAKA AND ALL MY FRIENDS BEHIND?" The shrillness of Soul's voice hit the air, clashing with the broken record.

"Tut-tut Soul. Calm down." He stopped swaying, and took a step towards Soul. "You're not realising how this will be good for you!"

"IT SURE AS HECK WON'T BE! WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO DROP MY REGRETS? REGRETS ARE WHAT MAKE PEOPLE HUMAN! I DON'T WANT TO BECOME SOME MONSTER, DESTINED TO BECOME A KISHIN!"

"Wow Soul, all this yelling. Isn't it 'un-cool'?" The imp mocked Soul's voice.

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S UN-COOL! I DEFINITELY DON'T WANT TO LEAVE MY PARTNER BEHIND!"

"Oh really? And why's that Soul?" The imp smirked.

"BECAUSE SHE'S MY MEISTER, AND I'D RATHER DIE THAN LEAVE HER ON HER OWN!"

"Oh, Is that really the case? Then how comes you're the reason she cried herself to sleep last night?"

"BECAUSE- BECAUSE I'M AN INSENSITIVE BASTARD THAT'S WHY!" Soul stood from the chair, and darted for the door. The darkness beyond scared him, but it was the only way out. Taking one last glimpse at the black room, he dived through the door.


Soul woke up in a sweat. His t-shirt was sticking to his back, and his room felt like a sauna. Sitting up, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor. He sat in the dark for a few minutes, shifting uncomfortably from the sweat that coated his body.

Standing up, Soul went to his door and opened it, darting to the bathroom. He turned on the tap, looking in the mirror at his scruffy and not so cool looking hair. He had bags under his red eyes, and felt like crap in general. Splashing his face with water, he turned the tap off, turning to dry his face with a towel. He felt a tad cooler now, but there was still sweat running down the back of his neck. He probably stunk, but didn't feel much like taking a shower in the middle of the night.

Suddenly he felt himself pinned against the wall by a rather large, and rather busty force. Blaire had his wrists pinned against the wall, and had just returned from the bar, or as she saw it- work. She purred, leaning in towards his neck to sniff him.

"Awww, is little Soul hot?" She purred into his ear.

He really wasn't in the mood. "Blaire, get off me please…" He felt rather uncomfortable with her right up against him like that, and it certainly wasn't helping that he was already sweaty.

"Oh but Soul, I'm bored! Can you play with me?" She asked in a sweet whisper, nibbling at Soul's neck. He held in a moan and used all his force to push Blaire away.

"No Blaire, this isn't a good time, and I'm not interested in playing with you anyway. He left the bathroom, and walked back into his room, leaving Blaire standing there confused and gormless.

Soul spent the rest of the night lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling.