Huh.. Sorry for the long update, I just didn't have the time. ¬¬ I spent most of my fan fiction writing time on my other story My Own Personal Model. (A SoulxMaka fanfic) But well, here's the next chapter~!

Warning: This chapter contains strong sexual scenes, violence and strong language and if you are a SoulxMaka fan, then prepare for this~! But be warned, my stories always take a twist! Pleasant or not? You'll have to find out! (This chapter isn't intended to be all about romance and such so I'm skipping some of the smut.)

Chapter Five - Lust

"Soul…?"

Maka stared at him in confusion and tightened her grip around his arm, there was something strange about him, something… vicious.

"Maka."

To her surprise, a sinister grin formed around the edge of his mouth. She knew that he'd always grin and it'd sometimes seem scary, what with his piercing scarlet eyes and sharp teeth. But this was different.

It was lustful.

Her grip eased as she gradually let go and glanced away. She was sure that she'd be safe, now that she was with her partner, but somehow… it seemed like she'd be safer alone.

"What's wrong, Maka-chan? Scared?"

Maka-chan. He never called her that. It was always: Maka, bookworm, or tiny tits.

Not Maka-chan.

She squirmed a bit as he abruptly grabbed her wrist and twisted it. She could swear that it would leave a bruise.

"Soul, that hurts.."

"I know it does, Maka-chan."

With that, she shut up. He smirked and stroked a finger down her cheek, scraping it, leaving a red mark.

"Do you know why I protect you, Maka-chan? Why I always get infuriated whenever someone hurts you? Why I'd always take the blow?" He paused for a second to laugh. "That's because.."

A smile formed on his face.

"I don't like people messing around with my things."

Her eyes widened as she silently listened to him taunt and explain everything. She shook her head. "It's not Soul, it can't be.."

"So you actually thought that I protected you and did everything for you because we were partners? Friends? Huh, for a bookworm, you sure are dumb."

If he said something like this, she'd instantly knock him out with a thick textbook. It was instinct. But instinct went somewhere else at that moment. Instinct ditched her. Soul ditched her. Everything did.

Leaving her with the fake Soul.

Or was he the real Soul?

How could she be so sure that she truly knew him?

Maybe this was the actual Soul, the side that he hid from her.

"I love you, Maka Albarn. From the day I set eyes on you. From the day I played the piano for you."

She couldn't help but let out a gasp and look at him in shock and disbelief. Those were meaningful words, but they sounded harsh in a way.

To her surprise, he instantly laughed at her reaction.

"I love you? Doesn't that sound too corny?" He smirked as he changed his line. "Let me rephrase that.. I want you."

If only they weren't in the maze. If only he didn't seem so possessed and unreal. That would've been perfect. Of course, she would've said, 'I love you too.' And that'd be a happy ending. Like in all those fairy tales her father read to her when she was a child. Before he became a womanizer.

If only.

What followed was a strong push, leading to her crashing onto the floor in shock. But she didn't have time to move, not even to blink.

In less than a second, he was on top of her.

"Silly Maka-chan, you really don't know a thing about me." He played with her hair as he continued to stare mockingly at her. "I've locked myself from you all these years. Why? Because you'd leave me if you knew the real me. You'd think I was a creep. And I am."

She trembled in fear as she stared unblinkingly at him, her eyes alert and wild.

He smiled in satisfaction, baring his sharp white teeth.

"I'm bipolar." With that, he leaned down to kiss her lips. It was no more than a mere brush against the lips, but there was something sinister in that kiss. "My emotions change in a snap of my fingers." Abruptly, he grabbed her face with his hand and pulled her lips up to his, kissing her passionately. Tongues lashed against each other as he shut his eyes tightly and she gasped to breathe for air.

"I'm a sadist." He smirked contentedly after saying that comment and shifted himself to bite the side of her neck. It wasn't a kiss. It was a strong, hard bite. One that made her jerk and gasp in shock and sudden pain. She could feel his sharp teeth sink down into her neck and she gasped at the sight of blood trickling down her cleavage.

His eyes trailed down to follow the stream of blood trickling down her body, leaving a stain on her clothes. He stared in curiosity and wonder as he glanced down at the blood that went down to her hidden parts. The parts that a boy would always gaze and imagine about.

"You know, I've said this a million times, but.. You have a really flat chest."

He said it once. He said it twice. In fact, she was convinced that he actually said it a million times. It'd annoy her but she'd accept the fact that she had to get used to it since that was a part of Soul.

But even so, the way he just said it was different.

It wasn't mocking or teasing in the least, it was desire.

His hands trailed down to her clothes and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She didn't budge in the least. She was still in shock.

She squirmed as he pulled off her clothes, exposing her to the chilling weather.

"Soul.." she managed to protest as she tried to get up, but ended up being pushed back down again.

"Be a good girl and don't try to resist," he whispered, almost threateningly. "But I don't think you'd want to resist me anyway."

She quieted down and stilled. A tear rolled down her cheek as she shifted her head to a side.

"You're so cute."

He leaned down to lick off her tear, leaving a tingling feeling in her flushing red cheeks.

He smiled coolly and unbuttoned his collared white shirt. She stared at him and trailed her eyes down the scar on his torso, reminding her of when he took the blow when Chrona almost ended her life.

That was the Soul she loved.

But what about this Soul?

Did she not want him?

There was no denying the fact that she'd sometimes fantasize about this certain moment with him.

But she didn't want it to be like this.

She widened her eyes in surprise as he pulled her arms up and tied them together with the sleeves of his shirt.

"Soul.. What are you doing?" she managed to demand.

"Ever looked up the term 'bondage'?" he retorted with a satisfied grin.

"You wouldn't.."

"Yes, I would." His grin widened. "I just like the way that you'd squirm and struggle to be freed when I fill you up with newfound sensations. That'd be so sexy."

"You.. Creep."

With that disgusted comment, his grin dropped and his raging crimson eyes turned to a calmer shade of vermilion, causing her to frown in surprise and confusion.

"See? I knew it. If you knew the real me, this is how you'd react."

His voice became sad, distraught. Empty.

She almost felt guilty saying that.

"Soul…"

Sorry? Was that what she wanted to say? But after what he did to her? She didn't know what to say so her voice trailed off.

"Screw it, I guess you'll just have to accept me for who I am." With that, his eyes switched back to being wild and bloodshot and his leer slowly came back. "I guess you're just gonna have to accept all of me, Maka-chan. And I think that'll happen right now."

"Huh..?" She frowned in confusion but her confusion was cut short by a stabbing abrupt pain. "Aaahh!" She screamed and tried to hold in her moans but they escaped her mouth.

She heard him groan softly in his low voice; even he couldn't help but let out a moan.

His hands were tightly gripping her arms, so tight that the red mark had spread to other regions of her arm and had turned a light shade of purple.

She didn't have time to relax. Another thrust followed closely behind.

".. S-Soul!"

"M-Maka…"

He fell to the floor beside her as they both gasped desperately for air.

"Oh my god.."

"Urgh…" He slowly untied his shirt from her arms and pulled her up. She silently blushed and stood still as he swung his shirt around her body and pulled up his jeans.

He stroked a finger down her cheek and stared at her calmly, lovingly.

"Forgive me?"

She didn't utter a word.

He sighed and continued to stare at her hopefully.

"I don't know.. Whether you were being possessed by the strange aura going on in this maze or whether you were actually freeing your true nature out but.. I.. I forgive you, Soul."

A smile slowly formed on his face as he gently patted her head.

"Thank you, Maka."

"Um.." She blushed as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. "Y'know, that 'Maka-chan' thing… I quite like it so, let's stick to that, okay?"

He chuckled and widened his smile. "Okay."

For once, she felt happy being in the maze, with him. She almost forgot all the horrors that had happened.

"Come on, let's go and find the others." He took her hand and began to walk forward, lightly swinging her hand, worry-free.

Bang!

A gunshot.

At least, that's what it sounded like.

His reaction was to turn around and see if Maka was okay. After all, she always came first.

"Oh no…"

He trembled as he bit his lip in disbelief and anguish.

"Maka!"