A/N: Hey, whats up bitches?

:SE:

"Soul."

Soul shuddered at the arrival of the unwelcome guest.

"Soul."

Go away.

"Oh S--soul!"

Goddammit ,why couldn't that little bastard leave him alone? He heard said bastard snort, clearly amused at his discomfort.

"Little bastard? Thats not very nice, where are your manners Soul Eater?"

He heard the small demon chuckle before a sudden quick shift in his surroundings led him to the black room. God, how he hated this room. Instead of being able to have peace he was now haunted by that thing. Said thing, or little bastard as Soul liked to call him was swaying in front of him with a smile that seemed to split the demon's face in half.

"Its been awhile hasn't it?"

Soul snorts in disbelief, as if a week has been a long time. It wasn't nearly long enough. And even though he knows what this is about, he asks anyway just to see the bastards expression.

"What do you want?"

Instead of getting angry like the last time they had this conversation a week ago, the demon does not falter and continues to grin in that overly creepy way of his.

"I want what you want, Soul Eater."

The response is smooth but he can detect just a hint of all the anger and impatience boiling beneath the surface from their previous encounters and his lack of obedience to the bastards demands. His next sentence should break the demons false facade.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Silence.

And in that silence he hears the camels back break as the demons once calm expression turns murderous.

"ENOUGH GAMES, SOUL EATER!"

Soul's emotionless expression does not change as the demon roars at him, but how he wants to cringe at the sound of nails on chalkboard, because thats what it sounded like.

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT!"

The demon pauses, his face twisting up into that awful toothy grin again, and his eyes seem to roll in their sockets as he says that one word.

"Her."

They have been over this so many times that there is no question to who this "her" is. Quickly the demon strikes his finger on Soul's forehead before he could blink. His mind reels as images from the past of him and Maka fly across in a fast yet agonizingly slow pace. He hears the demon chuckle and the finger presses harder into his forehead , he gasps. The images have become explicit now, her moans and sweet shrill cries flow through his ears as his mental image fucks his partner like a savage animal , he clutches his chair for dear life.

"Looks nice, doesn't it Soul Eater?"

He whimpers, trying to force the images out of his head but the images only seem to become more defined and more slow paced.

"Stop, please, just stop."

Just as he feels like hes going to mentally collapse from the demon's assault a voice drifts in from all around and he feels his heart and soul jump in recognition of the sound.

"Soul?"

He sighs in relief as the little bastard removes his finger, he swings his arm but the demon chuckles and easily dodges it, doing a perky flip before landing on the ground. Soul watches in disgust as the demon inhales his partners scent and sighs before turning back to him with a gleam in his large round eyes.

"Our woman calls."

Before he could snarl out his retort, he felt the black room shift into nothingness and the bastards voice echo's around him.

"This is not over, Soul Eater."

:SE:

A/N: Hopefully I will update this soon. I liked the idea of this so, I decided to try and write it. Behold how the boredom of school influences me. R&R and tell me your thoughts. Till next time.