Ok, so this is a brief chapter, but next chapter will be long! I just have to find time to write it.. Just don't hate me in the next chapter. Something will happen that will make you go NOOOOO! Sorry for any grammatical errors and the wait. Hope you enjoy! Please R & R!

The next week, I was sitting in therapy with Justin. Progress was being made. The demon would only appear during extremely stressful situations. I ran my hands along my bed frame as Justin started to ask me some questions. I looked up from my daze. I couldn't stop thinking about Maka. Her greens eyes could be found anywhere I looked.

"Soul," Justin asked.

"Yeah, Justin," I asked seriously.

"Are you okay? You've been zoning out lately. Has the demon been giving you any trouble? Have you told your friends about your condition?"

He left some space between each question, and I felt as though he asked each slower. Did he really think I wasn't paying attention? I'm not that simple minded that I would grow a shorter attention span through therapy.

"I'm fine, I promise. I haven't told them yet. They haven't really asked about it, but I know I'll tell them within the week."

I was just looking for the right time. It seems like something everyone would say in this situation, but I looked up at the right time to see Maka that first day.

"Okay. Do they know you can play the piano either?"

"No." I said curtly. I looked away from Justin.

"Can I ask why you're so afraid to show them? You seem to be pretty open with them and myself."

"Well, people usually don't like the way I play, so I try to avoid playing around people. The first day I was here they told me they heard a weird song coming from the music room. I was playing that day as you know."

"Soul, this may seem childish, but if they knew it was you, maybe they would understand the tone of your compositions. You say you don't like to play in front of people. But what about Maka?"

He seemed to linger that last part. I looked at him as I spoke. I didn't want him to think I was hiding anything. I didn't really think it was his place to ask about Maka and myself, but he is my therapist. What can you do?

"She's different. She saw me play in the beginning, so there was no purpose to hide it from her. Also, she likes the way I play these dark, somber pieces. I actually started teaching her how to play," I said almost shyly.

"Oh really? When have you been teaching her," he asked interested.

I looked over at the clock and jumped a little. "Oh shit, I have to meet her now."

"It's okay, Soul. We can continue tomorrow. Have fun teaching her." He grinned and I nodded at him. I bolted out the door and down the hall

I saw Maka sitting alone at the piano, humming something softly. I saw as she tried to match the notes with her voice. It wasn't terrible, but I knew I should go over and help her.

I walked quietly to the piano and tapped her on the shoulder. She suppressed a scream, and I couldn't help but laugh a little. She hit me in the arm, but it didn't hurt. Her eyes had a glow of fury and her face was a little pink.

"Not cool, Soul," she said frustrated. "Why are you late?"

"Therapy took a little long. I kept getting distracted."

"By what?" Her green eyes looked at me with curiosity and concern.

"A new piece," I lied, but she didn't suspect anything. "And what were you working on?"

"Nothing that pertains to you."

"Maka, I'm teaching you how to play the piano. Come on."

"No. You'll see. At some point," she teased.

I pulled on one of her pigtails. "Come on, Maka."

"Drop it or you won't get to know at all," she said slyly. She was trying to mess with me now. I sighed and grinned at her. I sat down next to her on the piano bench.

"Okay, what are we doing today, Maka?"

"Soul," asked a familiar voice.

I didn't want to turn my head, but I did to see Black Star standing in the hallway.

"Yeah? What's up, Black Star," I asked.

"Do you play the piano?"

Before I could answer the question, Kid and the others walked in wondering why Black Star was just standing in the middle of the hall.

"Soul, do you play the piano," Black Star repeated again.

This was my chance to tell them, or better yet show them. I turned my back to them, and Maka got up. She could tell I was going to play.

I played a new song that was softer than my others, but was still dark. It kind of came into my mind as I sat with Maka last week. We had been through so much pain, but we were making it through. I didn't want to see their reactions when I finished. I didn't dare turn around. A few seconds later, I couldn't resist so I turned slowly to see them all staring at me. I looked over and saw Maka smiling at me, as she always did. Little did she know; the song was about her. Now I just needed to hear their reactions.

Ok, I will try & upload ASAP. I know how I want the next few chapters to be, but I just need to write them in full length. Planning something else for another Soul Eater fanfiction, will give more details in the next chapter or two. Hope you enjoyed! Again, please R & R!

~Sab Out~