Maka stirs at the sound of her door squeaking open before she feels hands, his hands making soft trails up her arms to her face. She blinks tiredly, to see gold eyes staring right back. Damn and she was just starting to fall asleep. She sees his solute lean closer and she leans her head away from him to avoid their lips connecting, he grunts in confusion.

"Leave."

Her voice is cold and crisp, she has made her decision. Soul was Soul, the demon was right, he was a part of Soul, but he was NOT Soul himself. She sees him take a step back, his eyes clearly conveying confusion at her sudden coldness.

"Why the sudden defiance?"

She glares cold and hard at him as she reply's with such a simple answer, "You are NOT Soul!"

She sees him stiffen as he rears his head up, his eyes glowing brighter from his sudden burst of anger.

"I thought we already discussed this! I AM SOUL! Whether you like it or not! "

"You're such a liar."

Maka gasps as she is suddenly pinned to the bed, the demon's teeth glinting in the moonlight as he snarls at her.

"YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU FUCKING PICK HIM OVER ME?!! I'M STRONGER, BETTER, SMATTER, HOW CAN YOU LOVE SUCH A PATHTIC CREATURE?!!"

Maka chuckles as she smirks at his mistake, "So you admit you're not Soul?"

He glares hard at her. He retracts his hand back to strike her but his hand pauses in mid-air.

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

Suddenly the demon is in the black room with a VERY pissed looking Soul.

But cowardice is not in his nature, he sneers.

"Well look who it is; come to prove my point about how worthless you are?"

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Maka was starting to get worried, Soul wasn't responding.

"Soul what's happening?!"

Her weapon merely stared at the wall seeming frozen, she reached out to touch him, and giving out a strangled cry when his eyes suddenly rolled and he collapsed to the floor.

"Soul?!!"

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Soul grunted as his back hit the wall with enough force to make his teeth rattle and spine quake. The demon chuckled, "You're so useless!"

"Soul?!!"

The demon paused, turning his head skyward. His eyes lighted with recognition. "Maka-Chan. I wish you would scream for me." Golden eyes closed, "and not for him"

Soul quickly lunged taking the open opportunity to strike; his attack was quick and quiet. No loud shouting noises, just the sound of tearing flesh. The demon didn't move, Soul wondered if he was dead. But a chuckle from the bastard told the scythe that he was not.

Soul quickly jumped back, giving the demon no room to turn and strike him. He waited arm at the ready, but the demon did not move, just merely stood, black blood seeping from the large wound.

"Enough."

Soul didn't listen, he lunged again. The demon turned, taking the attack straight on not flinching, when Soul transformed his other arm and raised it. He frowned, "I said enough."

Again Soul was tossed but he quickly found his footing, landing in crouch. He blanched; the demon was healing his wounds, nothing but quickly drying black blood remaining. Soul growled, "What the hell do you mean "enough?!!" What the hell was this?!! First the little bastard wants to fight, and now he doesn't?!! What the fuck?!!

The demon didn't spare him a glance, preoccupied with swatting the caking blood off his body. "This fight is pointless, neither of us will win."

Soul growled, " I will win! " The demon sighed shaking his head," How can you when were the same?"

"WERE NOT THE SAME, IM NOTHING LIKE YOU!"

Silence then a slow intake of breath, "I never did show you, my true form, did I?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Here, let me show you."

The demon's voice was oddly neutral, not sneering, not obnoxious, not dripping with suppressed killing intent. Soul watched with guarded eyes as his image started to change and shift. Soul felt his eyes bulge and his face drain of color as the image stilled.

"NO!"

"Yes."

It was him! The same bodies, everything perfect except the eyes. The eyes were gold compared to crimson. Soul felt himself start to sway.

"You lie."

"I do not."

Soul felt his body crumble, the demon watching impassively. It was silent for awhile, he spoke again.

"This doesn't make any sense. How can there be two of me?"

The demon frowned, "We are not the same, and yet we are, it's not like an exact duplicate of you."

Soul growled, glaring hard at his other self, "WOULD YOU TALK FUCKING ENGLISH?!!YOUR NOT MAKING ANY SENSE! TALK FUCKING STRAIGHT!"

The demon sighed in impatience,"Must you always be so narrow mindedly stupid?! PAY ATTENTION AND THINK FOR ONCE IN YOUR DAMNED LIFE!"

"I AM PAYING ATTENTION!"

"BE SILENT! LISTEN AS I WILL ONLY EXPLAIN ONCE!"

Soul sucked air in through his teeth, trying to calm himself down and willing his brain to think on something more then just beating the shit out of the little bastard.

"In the beginning we were only the same by appearance only, our thoughts, and motives were completely separate. I was born from your darkness; the black blood Medusa infected you with giving me a physical form. My goal was taking over and put you in the backseat, simply because I can not kill you without killing me. I did not plan on helping Medusa, but I also did not plan on helping Shibusen or keeping our master alive, I planned to eat her soul."

The demon paused, trying to gather his next words and not oblivious to the anger radiating from the form next to him.

"However as time wore on, I felt myself changing. At first I was bewildered when my thought patterns began to proceed with yours. I tolerated it for a short while thinking it was nothing but a short lapse but when they continued I grew angry and tried to find the source of my change. I found nothing. Until, we had our next resonance, I felt it then. It was Maka, her soul wavelength was purifying me. I was so angry and even more so at the fact that I had not caught it sooner. I tried to gain control so I could snuff out her life. "

Soul felt the hairs on his neck and arms rise up as a creepy yet bemused smile washed over the demons face. His eyes lighting up as he spoke his next words.

"But yet, when I stood over her, fully intent on taking her life, I found my self stilled by the presence of her soul. So aching and wanting for attention and affection it reached out and brushed against mine, it recognized me as you and yet knew I was different. Suddenly I was struck with terror as it wrapped itself around me. I felt every emotion of hers and felt the thing that I feared the most, love. I knew it was purifying me yet I could not move, I could only stand and feel."

The demon sighed and looked upward," Ever since then I have found the differences us between u s dimensioning. I'm not completely rid of my darkness. I just wanted.."

"Just wanted what?"

The demons faced turned sad, his eyes unusually shining, his voice was barely a whisper.

"For her to love me, like she loves you..."

Soul watched in bewildered as his other self mood seemed to change his eyes narrowing and his teeth bared as he hissed in anger.

"Why? Why can't she see? Why won't she love me?!! She was the one who did this! IT'S HER FAULT THAT IM LIKE THIS!!! THE LEAST SHE COULD DO IS LOVE ME AND TAKE THIS ACHE AWAY THAT SHE HERSELF PUT IN ME!!"

Soul could feel the darkness coming back, and he was frightened and confused. So much information to be taken in at one time, he focused his confused thoughts on trying to calm his other self down.

"Onni, calm down, I'm sure-"

Suddenly the demon turned on him his eyes flashing in barely suppressed hate; darkness swirled around him and seemed to puff out in the demons breath as he panted in his frenzy.

"This is your fault too! If you weren't in the way-"

"STOP IT!"

Two pairs of eyes turned towards the voice, one gold and one red. Maka stood a few feet away, tears spilling down her beautiful face.

"WITCH!"

The demon moved quickly, to quick for Soul to stop him. Maka gave out a squeak as the demon grabbed her by the throat and slammed her down hard. Soul growled changing his arm and aiming for the demons head.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK-"

"SHUT UP!"

The demon screeched, shooting out the darkness that was welling up within him, it hit Soul dead on knocking him out cold, he tumbled slowly, like a broken doll. The demon turned back to her, her the one who caused all his pain in first place! She did not bother looking at Soul, her eyes were focused on him.

He growled at her, "Take it back! Take this curse off me! If you're not strong enough to love me then take it back!"

His hand squeezed harder on her throat and she let out a choked sob.

"I-I'm S-s-sorry!"

The demon felt her soul again, pushing his darkness away and making him feel. He felt the tears pool at his eyes and spill over, as cried with her. He straddled her, shaking her softly as he wept over her.

"Stop, for the love of God make it stop!"

"I don't know how!"

"MAKE IT STOP, NOW!!"

Her soul was squeezing him, choking him like he was choking her, he wanted it to stop, he wanted it not stop. He wanted to love her, he wanted to hate her, he wanted to kiss her, and he wanted to hit her. It was a tug-o-war between love and hate and he was stuck in the middle. His grip loosened on her throat as he was swept up in a torrent of emotions, his head threatening to burst. He barely registered her sitting up and taking him in her arms but he held on to her for dear life. Maka felt for her soul, trying to real it back in, trying to make it stop causing him so much pain. Her soul seemed to have other plans as it pushed harder making the man in her arms cry out. A white searing light was building connecting from their hearts and pushing outward, the darkness quickly fading.

"STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!!!!"

He was crushing her to his chest so hard that she feared her bones would break in two. Then suddenly the pressured loosened, the light was so blinding, she couldn't see. She heard shrieking that sound like two voices mixed in one. Her eyes drooped, the light receded, and she faded into the black.

To lazy to proof read this. Okay, anyone have a clue what I was going for here? Because I'm not sure if I protrayed it right. :shrugs: If you get it, you get it, feel free to make your own conclusions. I "plan" on making an epilogue with a little steamy romance between Maka and the little onni. Because really, they get no love on and I love crack :P Anyone else find it funny how the demon seemed to be PMSing at the end with his mood swings? Lol sorry for my lateness, this is exactly why I'm not a writer because when I loose interest you basically can't pin me down to finishing as horrible as that is. Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers, yes even the ones I was to lazy to respond to…I love you all!