Hello dear Reader!

I've watched and read Soul Eater and I LOVE it ^^

It's only after watching a SoMa amv last night (with 'Remember the name' as the soundtrack) that I wanted to write this. Please enjoy!

Side notes :

Narration

"Talking"

*Thinking*

Disclaimer : I do not own Soul Eater

Soul

Soul woke up with a start, panting hard as beads of sweat rolled down his brow. Sitting up, he felt his shirt stick to his chest, making an uncomfortable chill run down his spine as he blindly searched for the light switch next to his bed. His search was hampered by his sheets that had ended up twisted around his body after his few hours of restless sleep, keeping him from reaching the nightstand. Once untangled, he took in deep breaths to calm his heart and shaking hands, his half lidded eyes wandering around his now lit room, wary that the shadows would start moving.

He had had that nightmare again. How uncool. Cool guys like him shouldn't be scared by stupid, mostly unrealistic, dreams, no matter how vivid they seemed. And yet he couldn't help but worry since Maka, his dear meister, was involved. This fear seemed to make his black blood, and that infernal imp, jump with glee. Ever since their second fight against Crona, his nights had been filled with long hours of staring at his ceiling or making sure that his meister was sound asleep in her room. Safe. He couldn't doze off for more than an hour or two before the dreams started haunting him, and once woken up, going back to sleep was the last thing he wanted to do.

A soft knock on his door almost made him jump out of his skin. His nerves were still on edge but he calmed a bit down when he heard Maka's small voice muffled by the wooden door.

"Soul? Are you alright?"

She didn't wait for an answer and opened the door, poking her head in. Big green eyes shaded with worry held his own tired red ones for a few seconds before she entered his room fully and sat on the edge of his bed, facing him sideways. He was sitting in the middle of his still twisted bed sheets, shoulders slouched over and legs crossed at his ankles, but his eyes never left her as she spoke, "Another nightmare?"

Letting out a defeated sigh, he stared down at his crossed legs while ruffling his hair to hide his embarrassment.

"Yeah..."

He hadn't told her about the nightmares, but leave it to Maka and her super soul reading abilities to figure it out. She probably felt his soul waves going haywire, and the black blood simmering every time he woke up after one of these stupid dreams. And she HAD been letting him doze off in class this week instead of waking him up with her usual Maka-chop when his eyes barely closed. On the other hand, with the little hours of sleep that he had been getting these past two weeks, you didn't really need to be a genius to guess that he was having trouble sleeping. The large bags under his eyes were a dead give away, so he wasn't very surprised when she tried breaching the subject:

"Want to talk about it?"

Letting his hand fall to his lap, he took in another deep breath, making sure that the shaking had stopped and that his voice wouldn't crack. If she had asked him that question a week ago, he probably would have told her that it was nothing and that she didn't need to worry her pretty little head over a cool guy like him, all the while bypassing the term "pretty" and making a snarky remark on her bookworm ways or her tiny chest. But the lack of sleep was getting to him and his brain was having a really hard time just forming a sentence with more than two or three words, so forget about coming up with a smartass comeback.

"I keep seeing our fight with Crona, when you let the black blood take over and that I have to pull you out... But I fail... and you disappear... Then I usually wake up."

He doesn't look up, pulling on a loose string from his cover like it was the most captivating thing he had ever done. Of course, he had summarized his nightmare... a lot. Soul could feel her scrutinizing gaze on his face, compelling him to focus even more on the little white thread that he was pulling out. He was actually scared that if she looked hard enough, she would see the darker parts in his soul, the ones that were keeping him up at night.

After a few moments of silence, he eared her shift and felt her rest her head against his, her left hand coming up to weave her fingers through his hair.

"You didn't fail. You've never failed to save me. You got me out, Soul. And we saved Crona. Thank you."

Soul was lulled back to sleep as she combed her fingers through his hair, as she added, "In my nightmares, I try to concentrate on only one problem. Like when I'm chased by a giant monster. I think real hard that the monster is actually really, really, really small. Then I turn around and I only have a harmless little puppy behind me."

"Tch, so you can face a kishin but run away from a puppy?"

"Maka-chop!"

She left the room stomping, yelling at him to go to bed as he held his bruised skull while grumbling about his meister not having a sense of humor. The pain quickly left, as she hadn't applied much force behind the blow, and Soul let himself fall back onto his pillow, ready to spend another night staring at his white ceiling. Maybe he could put up a few more posters to cover up the white ceiling? Soul let his mind play with the idea as his eyesight started blurring, and before he knew it, he was back inside that dreadful nightmare.

He saw Maka bashing Crona's face against a pillar, a huge demented cheshire grin on her lips as she laughed eerily, the sound making his skin crawl. As he turned away from the scene he found himself back inside their mind. He knew that he needed to stop her before she lost to the madness. His heartbeat picked up as dread started filling him. How was he going to find her in this pitch black darkness?

Picking a random direction, Soul starts running in the dark, his steps feeling heavy and his movements sluggish. His brain, on the other hand, was going a thousand miles an hour, telling him to go faster, to move his muscles faster, that his legs usually moved faster than the speed he was at right now. Panic started to take over as he tried to speed up, but his body just wasn't cooperating. After what felt like hours of this slow torture, he found himself on his hands and knees, palms pressed against a dark glassy floor, his heart beating fast as cold beads of sweat ran down his face. Looking through his reflection on the glassy floor, fear threatened to choke him as he spotted Maka's sleeping body floating blissfully away from him.

Aa a little voice in the back of his head told him to hurry, that she's going to be out of his reach soo, that he needs to catch her now before it's too late… Soul started hitting the invisible barrier, shouting her name. When the shadows surrounding her started to move, he doubled his efforts against the glass as black tentacles came out. The black blood was closing in on her while Soul screamed out helplessly to her behind the glass. He needed to get to her, grab her, get her out, get her away from that thing he needed to... to... concentrate on only one thing.

The glass.

He needed to break the glass. Soul focused on the glass, just the glass, ignoring the shaking and angst in his soul, he needed to go through it, bypass it, make it disappear. Closing his eyes, he told himself that there was no glass, nothing was there, repeating it as a mantra as he took a step forward. He felt his body fall slowly forward as his eyes snapped back open, his gaze focused solely on Maka. He had to get to her before the black blood swallowed her. Reaching out, he was suddenly closer to her than he had realized. She was in his arms, still unconscious, but he had finally caught her. Relief coursed through him and everything seemed to stand still around them. Holding her close, her back to his chest, he bent his head to brush his lips against her temple.

"You were right, I can't fail you, not even in my nightmares."

Looking up, the scene changed and he was standing alone as Maka, free of the madness, was hugging Crona up ahead. Turning around, Soul found himself carefully holding Maka's soul to his chest, letting it flutter in his palms while he looked around for the shadows, but they seemed to have disappeared.

The next time he woke up with a start, it was to face a very loud Back*Star tugging him out of bed while ranting about him needing to get up before they missed the basketball match.

This is the first time that I've ever written a fanfic, I hope that you have enjoyed it!

All reviews are welcomed, and thank you for reading!