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Chapter 2: Dreams, Nightmares, and that whacked up place in between called Living

Maka's POV

"Maka," He whispered in my ear.

"Yes?" I breathed.

"I love you."

Soul lowered his head and, Oi! MAKA!

I bolted up in my bed, realizing it was just a dream. "IT'S YOUR TURN TO COOK!" Soul shouted.

I sighed and looked at my clock. 5:15 pm. I bit my lip, wondering if I went back to sleep, would I pick up where I left off? I weighed my options, and consequences. My chances of sleep were now slim, and on the off chance I did fall asleep, the chance I would start that dream again, were slimmer than America's Top Model. "FINE!" I yelled.

As I groggily stepped out of my room, I saw Blair waltzing out of her room. She tilted her head and asked, "Whatcha makin'?" as I pulled my hair out of its normal pigtails into a ponytail, I pondered the question. Then it hit me. Turning on my heel to face Blair, I answered, "Beef Stroganoff." She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "You were having a good dream, but Soul woke you up, so to punish him, you are going to make his least favorite meal. Am I right?" I put my hand over my heart. "Ohh! Blair, you know me so well!" She smiled.

"I'm going to work."

She grabbed her coat, but instead of going out the door, she walked into the bedroom hall. "Umm, Blair? The door is that way." I pointed to the door. "I know, but you aren't the only one Soul woke from a cat nap." She walked into Soul's room, where he was no doubt sleeping after waking me for food. Since she shut the door behind her, I was forced to use my ears. And I felt Soul's soul, too. (I have always wanted to say that!) There was a jolt of shock as, "Ahh! Blair!" erupted from the room. Blair had probably held his mouth and nose, and shoved her breasts in his face. A burst of pain and "OWWW! You can't punch there!" And a bunch of witchy giggles. I smiled and shook my head as Blair skipped out of the room and Soul limped out, trying to stop the nosebleed seeing Blair's breasts brought on. "Ughh. What are you making?"

"Beef Stroganoff." I replied.

"Can you make this day any worse?"

I nodded once. "Yep."

I was walking down a path, surrounded with black, grey, and white flowers. The usually grinning moon, was scowling down on me, blood oozing from its mouth. I kept walking, until I saw him.

He was walking slower that the dead, in a black pinstripe suit, his spiky hair looking like it was chiseled by angels. I couldn't see his face but I knew it was him. "Soul!" He kept walking. "Soul!" I picked up the pace. "Soul! Soul, stop!" I started to run. "Soul!" Every step, he got farther away. "SOUL!"

With that word, he was in my face. He moved so fast, I didn't see him. His eyes had a crazed look about them, a terrifying smile plastered on his face. But it wasn't just his smile. He was terrifying. "Maka." His voice was velvet, but it wasn't his. "Did I ever tell you how tasty you look?" His smile grew wider, showing off all his razor sharp teeth. Screaming, I turned to run, but I was trapped, sinking. Fast.

I was in black quicksand. My legs, then my ribs, then my chest, then my head went under. My hands were the only thing still in the air. But just as I accepted that it was over, that I was going to die, Soul grabbed my hand, and with one giant pull, yanked me out, pulling into a hug. He whispered into my ear, "It's ok. You're ok. I'm here." Repeating it like a mantra. Just as I began to thank him for coming back, for being him again, he slowly started to lick up my neck.

I tied to scream, I tried to run, but my voice was gone, and I was frozen in his grasp. "Mmmm," Soul started. "Lovely. You will taste wonderful." And then, he started to eat me.

Screaming, I woke up to Soul shaking me and Blair yelling at me in cat form. I looked at Soul, his hands still on my shoulders, his eyes wide with worry. Memories of my nightmare came rushing back, and I screamed, running to the corner of my room.

"Stay away from me!"

"Maka." Soul said. "It's ok. It was just a dream." His voice was normal, and I felt a reassuring wavelength mixed with worry radiating from him. I hesitated, just a second, before running, sobbing, into his arms. He rubbed my back, shushing me, telling me I was safe, that he would never let anything happen to me.

"You…tried…to…eat me!" I managed between sobs. He ran a hand down my hair, soothing me further. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and led me out of my room. "Where are we going?" I sniffled. He glanced at me. "My room."

I tried to hide my shock. "W-why?"

He closed the door behind him.

"So if you have another nightmare, I can wake you sooner."

"Oh." I got under the covers, sniffing them. They smelled just like him. Enveloped in Soul, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Hey! So I know what you are all thinking. "What? A ponytail? Out of character!" And I know. But I always thought that the pigtails were too childish for someone so mature like Maka. And "He closed the door behind him. Oooooo! What's gonna happen?" Nothing, you dirty readers! ;) R&R!