Summary: Soul has one enemy; Lust. It killed him slowly from the inside. It invaded his dreams, it made him want things from that green-eyed girl he had never wanted before. The lust, though, invaded his dreams in horrible ways all so he could wish to wake up and find her asleep next to him.

Warning: sexual hints in the story, no actual scenes, I will rate this specific fanfic M for safety, if you read it and are upset but didn't read this, it is NOT MY FAULT.

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PS: this fic is to be read while listening to Comatose from the band called Skillet.

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Comatose

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The feeling was disgusting. Lust, that is. It rotted him to his core. What he hated more was that this lust was for his partner. Her smiling green eyes only made it worse. How he wanted to just hold her body in his arms. It made him insane. He knew it wasn't right in his mind, but in his heart he wanted to do nothing more than open himself up to her. He wondered if he would go insane from this. He'd rather be insane than be in love. If it would keep his mind off of her for just a moment, only a moment, he would be relieved.

Yet no matter how much he hated the fact he was in love, somewhere in him he really did like it; a lot. Knowing he had something to protect in his life meant he was really alive. He wondered if that would ever happen. The idea that he had never loved anything made him question whether he was really human at all, if that was even possible, being able to transform into a scythe and all.

Soul Eater Evans was his name.

And he was hopelessly in love with Maka Albarn.

Whether he liked it or not.

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Maka squirmed and moaned in ecstasy, gripping Souls back as he did the nastiest things to her body that he had wanted to do to her since he realized he loved her three years ago.

This feeling was electric, being inside her body. It was so much better than just touching her warm, yet delicate skin. Being able to just touch her at all was a miracle in itself, let alone doing this thing called, "sex" with her. It was the best day in his life.

Or so he thought.

Black.

Nothing.

Despair.

Fight or flight kicked in.

Flight.

He ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Maka.

Blood.

Despair once more.

Death.

Soul screamed in agony, clutching Makas cold, pale body in his arms, the blood gone from her body to cover Soul and the ground in an almost black blanket that reflected a dark red in the tiny shard of light bleeding through the sky.

Soul wept hopelessly, not knowing what these hot things dripping down his eyes were, but he didn't care. All he knew was that she was dead. And all he knew was that something inside his chest died along with her. It was an aching pain. As if a dagger had pierced his heart and was now twisting its way deeper into his chest. With every second she was dead, the pain increased tenfold. She felt like a limp doll, and he clutched her body helplessly.

Why did he have to fall in love with her, dammit? If she was just like any other person, her death wouldn't matter and he could just casually move onto the next meister until that one died as well. So, why her?

Why her?

He missed her touch already. He wished he could have just had one more of her obnoxious hugs before having been murdered. She had always been gentle about everything; even when she hit him with her book, she never hit him as hard as she could, but he was too ungrateful to appreciate that. While in battle, she never held him too roughly. She would squeeze on him, but never too tightly. No matter when, she was always gentle and kind to him. Oh how he had been so selfish.

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Maka desperately shook Soul.

"Soul!" she pleaded. "Wake up!" she begged again. Her green eyes were weak. He hadn't woken since yesterday, and she was especially worried now that he still didn't wake up even after she had shaken him vigorously.

But what worried her most; no, not the fact that he wouldn't wake, no, no. What worried her the most was his expression.

Agony.

Pain.

Distress.

All these things showed on his face as he twisted and fought in his imaginary sleep. Maka couldn't seem to do anything to wake him up. She felt hopeless. What more could she do for him rather than just watch him suffer? She couldn't do that, no, but she had to. She slowly bent down and whispered in his ear, "Come back, soul, please, just come back to me."

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Soul's head shot up to the sky.

Maka's voice.

Sitting up, the dead Maka still in his arms, he searched the sky confusedly. "Maka? Maka?!" he cried out hopefully.

Makas body faded in his arms, the blood now gone.

A blink.

That's all it took.Just one blink, and Soul found himself in a white room. There, a meadow, right in front of him. Bright green grass, just like her eyes.

And just like magic, there Maka stood suddenly, her hair in her regular pigtails and in her regular yellow sweater vest and red plaid skirt.

A dream. It had to be. To find himself weeping one moment, then stunned and amazed to suddenly see Maka standing in front of him the next. Why couldn't he wake up? Why wouldn't he wake up? Maybe this was because he hadn't overdosed on Maka, his drug, in his mind yet.

"Maka?" he called out unsurely.

She stood upright, turning around to see Soul, a shocked look on her face.

"Soul?" she asked unsurely as well. When the were both sure it was each other, they ran to each other, stopping before the opposite.

"You're finally awake?" Maka asked happily.

"Finally awake?" he asked. "So I have been asleep this entire time, haven't I?" he said, confirming what he thought had to be a dream.

Maka nodded. "I tried to shake you awake, but you just wouldn't…"

"It's because your always too gentle, you probably didn't shake me hard enough." He explained.

"I know. I don't want to be rough with you. I don't want you getting seriously hurt." She replied. She was silent a moment. "Hey, Soul?" she asked.

"Hm?" Soul responded.

"Why can't you wake up? I called out your name, shook you, everything. Why couldn't you?" she asked.

"It's because I wont."

"Why not?"

"You died. I didn't want to leave you." He explained.

"I… d-died?" she asked confusedly.

He nodded.

"B-but aren't I-?"

"Yeah, you're alive now." He stated.

"Then why don't you wake up now?" she questioned.

"I still don't want to." He stated.

"And again, I ask, why not?"

"I haven't had enough of you." He said simply. It was true. He hadn't. Before she had suddenly died in his mind, he was doing to her what he wanted to do for so long. Doing the most dirtiest and sinful things. That's why he couldn't wake up. He hadn't had an overdose of her.

"Y-You what?" she asked even more confusedly so.

He grabbed her wrist.

"Every night since I met you, I've dreamt that I would wake up with you right next to me in bed, sleeping peacefully and happily. And every night, I've woken to an empty bed. That pain is like having your eyes gauged out with needles. I'd rather not be living, than have to wake up to that sort of pain again. If I have to wake up to that disappointment again, I don't think I would be able to stand living." He explained solemnly with his dark red eyes gazing into Maka's green ones.

"Then, just wake up. One more time. Just one more time. Wake up to see if I'm asleep next to you."

"Can I take that risk without my hear shattering into so many pieces that it cant be repaired?" he asked.

"You can if I tell you myself to just wake up one more time, you wont be disappointed." She said with a half smile.

"Are you absolutely sure you will be…?" he asked, doubting her.

She nodded. "Positive."

He then gave a half smile too. "Okay, then if you say you will."

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Soul woke up abruptly, his lungs begging for air. He looked around. Noon, said the clock. He groaned. He had really slept too late. But what he finally noticed last, was what his heart, mind, and soul had been begging for.

Maka lay asleep atop him, clutching his yellow and black jacket on his skin, shaking, whispering, "wake…wake…up…wake…"

He gave a smirk. She was right. He had finally woken up to seeing Maka, beautiful Maka, sleeping with him.

And this time, it was REAL. He wasn't dreaming it. Oh, how he had felt wrong for ever doubting her in his mind, how glorious it felt to have her warm skin laying all across him.

She made him feel uplifted. He now didn't have to worry about the demon lust knocking on his door, knocking on his dreams. He could be at ease, for now. He gently rubbed her back, whispering, "Wake up, Maka, I'm waiting for you…"

Maka's eyes gently opened, and she rubbed them sleepily, looking up and seeing Soul with open eyes, sitting up with a smile on his lips.

"Soul! You're awake! You woke up!" she said, hugging him around the neck.

He gave a laugh. "Yeah, I am." He said quietly.

"I told you, I told you that you wouldn't wake up with a broken heart." She said looking into his eyes. He only nodded.

"So, will I have to worry about you never waking up again?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No, never again."

He was finally awake. She had finally tempted him away form Lust, tempted him to open his eyes for the first time since Lust had controlled him. He thirsted for her in so many ways, but for now, that was settled, and he didn't need to worry about any of that. He was breathing her life, the life that had finally made him able to see. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips ever so gingerly onto hers.

She was neither shocked, nor scared, angered, nor rejecting. She just sat there on his lap, eating him up as well. He dreams had come to life.

His comatose, was no more.

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I hope you enjoyed this angsty yet peaceful fanfic. There'll be plenty more to come in the future!