Don't own the song, the English translation, the prompt or Soul Eater.

The song's the Black Butler theme song, FYI

Monochrome no Kiss (SoMa Week Day Three- Madness)

I want this pain to scar deep, for I know

In spite of every sign crying this night to be true

The sun will rise out you

So here's another kiss
To tainted bliss
A toast to empty promise
With virtue pretending love as our ending
We fall by the light of the moon

Soul lifts up a picture. It's one of Maka in her bathing suit smiling in the water of a time when they were at the beach. A ghosting of a smile touches his lips, but that's all. It can't chase away the lingering sadness in his crimson orbs. He doesn't think anything will be able to get rid of that.

'Hehe, Soul, I can think of one thing that'll chase away that,' chuckles a little voice inside of his head.

"Shut up, Oni, I don't need your solutions. They are always crap. They don't get me anywhere."

From within the black room the demon smirks. 'You don't give me enough credit, Soul.'

For a split second Soul swears that he sees the oni in the room, but the little demon is huge. Its disproportioned head seems to touch the ceiling.

Soul blinks and it's gone, back into the recesses of his soul. Gone, but only for now. Soul breaths a sigh of relief. Any time period without the oni is good, no matter how short.

'It seems like that little demon pipes up about every five minutes, nowadays.' sighing, Soul puts down the picture of his old meister.

'No, I can't think like that! Maka'll always be my meister even if... even if...' The weapon's thoughts derail as he breaks into wracking sobs like a little kid.

'Shhhh, calm down, Soul.' a gentle voice sooths.

Snapping his head up, Soul tries to find the source of the voice, not realizing that it came from within his head. Eyes wide with a deranged, yet scarily innocent look, he calls out, "Who's there?"

'It's me, dummy,' the voice giggles.

"M-maka?"

'Who else would it be?'

For a split second, Soul's face splits into a wide genuine smile, the first one in months. No doubt in his mind, this has to be his meister. The oni had pulled a dirty trick, and Soul had slipped. There might be no going back now. The smile on Soul's face gets bigger and he look in his eyes becomes insane.

"Where are you, Maka?"

"Follow my voice, Soul, and you'll find me."

With poking and prodding from Maka's voice, Soul makes his way to Shibusen. He wanders the halls of Shibusen. "There," the voice hisses.

"What is it?" All Soul sees is a slightly out of it looking blonde and a Japanese girl.

"Kill them, Soul."

"Why?"

"Because they're kishins. Trust me, Soul."

"Always, Maka."

His right arm flashed into a red and black blade. He stalks towards the two girls menacingly. They shiver and their eyes get wide. The Japanese girl turns into a halberd and the blonde holds her unsure.

He makes the mistake of looking into the blonde's eyes. Wide oval pupils stare t him, innocent and confused. Honey orbs confused. For a second, they are evergreen and sharp. Soul stumbles and his blade turns into an arm once again.

"M-maka," Soul stutters.

He turns tail and runs. He doesn't see, he just runs. Eyes screwed tight against tears. Liquid grief and frustration that sting at the edges of his eyes. Death City blurs past him. 'Faster, faster.' He pushes so hard that his lugs ach and his breathing becomes ragged. 'Outrun the hurt and the pain.' Finally, Soul stops, keeling over on a patch of grass. He pants heavily for a while before sitting up. He wants to run, put his legs turn to jello at the sight of the grey stone tablet before him.

MAKA ALBARN
WARRIOR

Three simple words. Short, succinct, and full of emotion. Typical Maka. Three simple words that cause Soul to lurch forward and grip the cold grey headstone.

"Maka," he whispers, "why'd you have to go?"

Soul slides down, squashing his face first against the headstone and then against the green grass.

The same green as her eyes.

"M-maka," he sobs, voice cracking and dying.

"Why?"

'You can run, but you can't hide, Soul,' the voice and the oni intone simultaneously.

The moon chuckles in the sky.

"Why?" he screams.

In a bloodcurdling scream of grief and madness.

A world tainted in monochrome and blood.