"Soouull, Soouull –"
Soul attempted to kick the disembodied voice away, but it grabbed onto his leg. "Oh, now is that any way to treat an old friend?"
"Since when are we friends?" Soul growled in his sleep, attempting again to kick away the voice. He wound up kicking it on its horned head.
"Come on now, you know how this works. It's a guidance type thing. You may not always like what I tell you, but I'm always right, yes?"
Soul pried an eye open. "I don't think 'right' is exactly the word for it." Soul stared at what the demon held in his hands. "The Hell? A guitar? You know I don't play guitar."
"Why not? You already play the piano. Isn't that the root of all things musical?"
"No, not really." Soul looked around the red-and-black checkerboard room. It was still decked out in gothic candles and curtains, but - "Where is the piano? It's not like you're doing anything, you could have rebuilt it by now."
"Not been doing anything?" he hissed. "In the past few nights I've been battling off this infection you gave me."
Soul neither knew nor cared what the he was talking about. He just wanted to go back to sleep. Soul sighed. "Why did you bring me here?"
"Because of this" he thrust the guitar at him. "You should learn to play. I hear chicks dig it."
"’I hear chicks dig it?' How old are you anyway?"
"Old enough to know that you won't be young forever. You should get one of these chicks while you still can."
Soul rolled his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I have somewhat more important things to deal with at the moment than you and whatever your angle is."
The demon shook his head in disappointment. "Come on, Soul. You know it'll make you more powerful. Didn't we go through this whole thing with the piano?"
"I'm not learning guitar. Besides, I can't use my Black Blood. I'm partnered with Kid. He couldn't even handle the Book of Eibon. He has a panic attack every time he looks down at the sidewalk. Who knows what infecting him with that stuff could do?"
"What makes you think I'd infect him with Black Blood?" he asked innocently.
"Uhm. Hello. Maka. Every time we perform Soul Resonance. And I do not want to see Kid in that dress."
"Why? Is it special to your girlie?"
Soul glared. He slowly and smoothly put the guitar behind his back, and swung it out like a bat, knocking the demon clear across the room. "Kid has chicken legs, Maka is not my girlfriend, and I'm going back to sleep."
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"I can't believe you're still awake at this hour." Maka rubbed at her eyes. She couldn't see the clock, but she supposed she wouldn't want to know the time anyway. It was well after midnight, but the Thompson sisters were still wide awake.
"We're used to Kid riding us hard all night," Liz apologized. Patty sniggerd at the invisible innuendo. Liz blushed and smacked Patty lightly over the back of the head.
"Well…" Maka started picking at the carpet. Why did it always look so dirty? "It's not like we can train at this hour."
"We haven't perfected Soul Resonance, and that's kind of important. Why don't we try that?" Maka groaned. Liz smirked; "Or we could play Truth or Dare?"
Maka grabbed one of each of the Thompson sisters' hands, muttering "Let's go, Soul Resonance".
The three found themselves in a wide, open library, not unlike the one at school. Maka looked around her, and then down at her hands. She was wearing the same dress that she wore whenever she visited Soul's room. "Well, that's interesting."
"What the Hell? Why do you get a pretty dress and I'm in this?" Liz looked like a librarian. There was no change to Patty's dress.
"Erm…I don't know."
"Well it's your head! Change it!"
"I don't think I can. And it's not my head, it's my soul."
"So what? In your deepest, darkest fantasies, I'm a librarian?"
"I've never even been here before!" She felt embarrassed, though she was sure this would be nothing compared to the kind of conversation she and Soul would be having if he were there. She could have run over it in her head, but her brain was too tired for her imagination to work properly.
"Oh well…I guess it worked then. So…." Liz smiled deviously. "Truth, or dare?"<< pt 1 pt 3>>