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Soul's eyes pop open and he shoots up from the couch, a startled Maka eying him from a foot away. He inhales oxygen greedily, his body still shaking from his dream. Dream? More like nightmare.
"Soul, are you alright?"
His eyes become focused and he turns them to his partner who stands awkwardly in front of him. He puts on his best fake smile and chuckles.
"I'm alright."
He pushes himself up from the couch quickly, heading towards his room hoping to escape the probing gaze of his partner. The room starts to spin rapidly and he slumps heavily against the wall, he hears Maka give a cry of alarm before she rushes over to help.
"I'm fine."
He groans as she loops a arm around him and helps him to his bedroom, both can tell he is anything from fine. He has never told Maka about these nightmares because he doesn't want to worry her. And even if he did tell her it was all the little bastards fault, he would be lying and he does not like to lie (if he can help it) to his partner. He felt guilt crash onto his shoulders, if he didn't have feelings for her they wouldn't be having this problem in the first place!
"I want what you want, Soul Eater."
Maka gently eases him on the bed before running to the kitchen to get him a soda. He sighed, this was getting out of control, maybe he should tell Maka, but that would require him to admit his feelings, which is something he would rather put off for a little while longer. He didn't want to risk their partner ship as master and weapon or even their friendship for that matter, his feelings could wait. He heard the pop of a soda can lid and turned his attention on the doorway, sure enough Maka entered shortly after and handed him the drink. With a muttered thanks he took a quick sip, before gulping the rest as his parched throat demanded sustenance. He crushed the empty can and threw it at his trash can, grinning when it made the pitch. He frowned when he noticed his partner fidgeting in the doorway, giving a small sigh he rolled his eyes towards her.
"What?"
He watches as she straightens her back, and bites on her lip in nervousness. She seemed reluctant to answer his question but she takes a deep breath and releases her lip, and he can tell shes suddenly serious.
"Soul, I'm worried."
He tenses, knowing exactly what she is so worried about, but he asks anyway just to see if he can beat around the bush.
"About?"
Her eyes narrow and a vein in forehead pulses, and he knows that was the wrong card to play. But as quick as her anger comes, it goes as she releases a breath and closes her eyes. She has gotten quite good at controlling her temper the past few years. She sighs and opens her eyes again and he inwardly cringes at the look of concern.
"I'm worried about the nightmares."
She suddenly moves froward and sits on the bed tugging on his arm to get him to face her. He does so but avoids looking her in the eye, he doesn't want her to see his own concern about the nightmares.
"Soul please! Just tell me!"
"No Maka, haven't we already been over this?!"
His voice has a little bit more bite then it should, but she doesn't seem to take notice. She shakes his shoulders softly, trying to get him to cooperate with her demands.
"Soul, you know I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't deeply concerned so please tell me!"
He folds at the desperately pleading tone of her voice, keeping out certain details of course. She watches him closely and he knows she is trying to see whether he is lying or not. She seems skeptical when he finishes but doesn't push him further. She hugs him and moves to leave, but pauses in the door way and turns toward him once more.
"Soul, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Yes."
He wonders if she knows he is still keeping something from her, but she just smiles and whispers a goodnight before leaving for her own room.. He sighs (he seems to do that a lot lately) and falls backwards on his bed, why did this have to be happening? He groans and swings back his comforter and sheets before settling in, he doesn't bother to cover himself up, its to hot.
A hour passes and he still can't sleep, because he knows what is waiting for him when he finally does go to sleep. He can faintly hear the bastards shoes as they click on the tiled floor of the black room. He hears whispers, telling him to sleep, that they have not finished their discussion. He tries to fight the voice that calls him, but his body and mind have been under so much strain that he finds himself in the damnable room despite his best efforts to stay awake. Sure enough as soon as he makes himself comfortable in the lone black chair in the center of the room, he hears the tale tell tapping of the little demons shoes as he walks from behind the curtain.
As usual, the bastard dances his odd little dance making his way ever so slowly towards Soul, his shit eating plastered on his face. Once he reaches a foot away from the chair he stops and if possible his grin widens as he stares up at his other half. He chuckles before doing a mock bow never taking his eyes off Soul as he grins up at him.
"Hello again, Soul Eater."
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A/N: Sorry for the crappy ending but, I really need to start on my English essay which is do tomorrow! I swear when you get certified teachers in a small town high school all hell breaks loose! We get to write a story about whatever we want, BUT we have to use 20 bankers terms. WTF? Doesn't that take away our free writing assignment? Anyway reviews are love, give me some!