The Piano played its little weird song. The weird music calmed him in a strange way.

Soul was in his black room again, dressed in his pin-striped suit, sitting in front of his piano. Was he playing this music? Probably.

He looked around and saw a light in the darkness.

He got up and walked toward it. A blurred figure got clearer as he got closer. Maka - Her body lying lifeless on a soft velvety red sofa.

Soul ran to her side. "Maka, Oi Maka" he nudged her, yet she did not reply or wake.

Her body was slumped, one of her hands dangling off the sofa.

"Heheheh" he turned around and saw the little imp laughing. "Doesn't she look lovely?"

"What have you done to her!?" Soul screamed at him.

"Nothing… hehe"

"WHAT did you do to her!!?"

"HA HA HA nothing, I tell you" the imp continued to laugh.

Soul looked back at Maka, blood now running from her mouth and nostrils.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!??!" He screamed in sheer panic, baring his teeth.

"NOTHING!!! It was YOU!!!" The small devil yelled back at the same volume.

"It was YOU who hurt her. Who fucked her until she shivered, who cut her nicely and evenly, who chocked her in glee until she could breathe no more, until her face was blue and her lips turned white."

"Stop lying! I did no such thing!" Soul yelled at him again.

"Oh, but you know we did. You can remember her small voice signing your name and pleading for air, and the exact moment her body went limp." His demon smile grew "and you were smiling!" the Imp pointed at him an accusing finger.

Soul fell to the ground as a rush of images invaded his head; Of Maka screaming and bleeding and trying to escape his grasp, of how his blade entered her soft small body with ease. He could feel the pain and her body spasm.

"Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!!" he wept and turned his head to look at her lifeless body, now completely colored in red as black blood began to run from her eyes.

"This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real…." He chanted to himself repeatedly, rocking his body back and forth.

"You know this is real enough. I can't believe she resonated with you while dying. Or was it the other way around? Was she dying because she resonated with you?" The Imp was now crackling with laughter. "Would you look at him, the great Soul crying? Tsk tsk". He walked around Soul. "We are bigger than this, Soul. She was only a partner, certainly not your first friend or kill. Don't you remember We-"

"SHUT UP!!!!!!!!"

And with that Soul awakened, dripping with sweat on the small orange sofa.

Maka slept soundly next to him, one of her arms on his chest whiles the rest of her body spread out, taking most of the spare room.

He gently moved her arm away, got out of the apartment and closed the door behind him.

Soul didn't know where he was going; he only knew he needed to think.

Not too long past, the sun has gone up, and birds sang in an inconsiderate way toward the young man who walked back home.

He opened the front door to see Maka in the same spot she was before, asleep on the sofa, only stretched the other way around. Nothing to be done, there was no way he was going to sleep now, so he started preparing breakfast.

aka woke up to the fantastic aroma of fried eggs, bacon and potatoes. Getting up to see who was causing this mouth watering cent, she saw Soul clayed in their pink apron, holding the skillet.

"Good morning" he said to her while flipping the omelet in the air.

"Good mo----uuurning" Maka said through a wide yawn.

"Go get ready, we're eating in five minutes"

She smiled brightly and walked toward him, giving him a peck on the lips, and then headed to her room.

If Maka could only hear Soul's heartbeat race up at that little kiss. Not from passion or lust or craving - but from fear. Would their new found closeness bring him to madness? Would he actually lose his mind and hurt her like he did in his dream?

"Oh my gosh~ he's trying so hard!" Maka thought to herself. "He hasn't made me breakfast in ages, and…Last night! Oh last night was wonderful. I can't believe we slept together! Oh if Papa would find out, he'd go mental. Though we didn't really mean to… I wonder if he felt comfortable sleeping next to me… I hope I didn't kick him in my sleep. Papa said I do that…. Damn Papa…"