Yay! My first Soul Eater fanfiction. Then again, I only started watching the series last week...lol. Anyway, I already love the Soul/Maka pairing and they are my favorite characters!
Maka:Oh wow...she's already in part three! Wait a second, I'm turning into a cat in this story!
Soul:Great, as if my life wasn't weird.
Anyway, I apologize for any OCness in the future of this fanfic. It's going to be fluffy, so of course Soul has to be bent a little ^_^ Enjoy and don't forget to review! I'm also an available beta and I will beta read any Soul/Maka or Tsubaki/Black Star fics.
Updated 8/3/11: I've corrected Maka's transformation for it to make more sense. Instead, she has now eaten the cookie whole in the first place. Thank you to DOTB18, 17Seiji07, and TheEyeoftheSoul for pointing out my stupidity and getting me rallied to where I finally fixed it.
Soul's Fluffy Kitten
Ch1: Cat Form
Maka sighed softly as she walked home from the grocery store, carrying two small bags of groceries and a black, unmarked package of cookies. She knew Soul was hanging out with Black Star, Death the Kid, and the others today, so she had the time to relax. Suddenly, a rushing figure crashed into the tall, blond haired, green eyed meister.
"Ah! Sorry Maka!" cried Blair.
Maka's groceries were scattered and a package of cookies Blair had been carrying was mixed with the groceries. There was no distinction as both girls grabbed a package of cookies and Maka gathered the groceries.
"Dang Blair, where are you rushing off too?" Maka inquired.
"I'm going to pick up one of my catgirl friends and we're going to meet up with my other catgirl friends. The whole lot of us are going on a trip!" cheered Blair.
Maka watched Blair jump around excitedly for a couple of minutes.
"I'll see you after awhile Maka. Bye!" sang Blair, running back off.
"Um...bye..." responded Maka.
Maka reached the apartment she shared with Soul and went inside. As she had known, Soul wasn't home since he was hanging with the others. She grabbed her bathrobe after putting the groceries away and took a very long shower. After her shower, damp locks of slightly below shoulder, pale blond hair hung onto her pink bathrobe. Her large green eyes, something only Soul could easily identify Maka by, stared brightly into the mirror as she crossed out of the bathroom. She went back to the kitchen for some tea and cookies.
Once her tea was done, Maka carried it to the table in between the TV and couch. She brought the cookies over and settled into the couch. Once comfortable, Maka turned on the TV to find her favorite TV show on and bit into a chocolate chip cookie.
Sounds great right? Wrong!
Maka ate the small cookie in one bite, chewing it very slowly until she finally swallowed it. That's when everything went very bizarre. It all started with an involuntary noise emitted from her throat.
"Meow!"
Maka clapped her hands over her mouth as her eyes widened in shock. What the hell? Since when did she randomly meow? The TV's image sharpened and a terrible pain struck Maka's eyes and head, as if the lights had brightened all of a sudden.
"What the hell? Meow!"
She clapped her hand over her mouth as the TV's volume became blaring. She squeaked and rushed to turn the volume down before a meow escaped her again. Maka clasped her hands over her moth again, except they weren't hands any more-they were cat paws! Something furry sprouted from her back side and she jumped up, only to find she also had paws for feet too. The furry item in question swept forward in the form of a very fluffy and furry blond cat tail.
"Oh shit! What the hell-meow!"
At her meow, she slammed her paws over her mouth as her ears popped up into fluffy cat ears. She screamed, but the cry was a forlorn meow. Maka watched the room shrink down as she was thrown to her four newly formed cat paws. Her body crashed onto the couch as her robe flew upwards before drifting down to cover her new cat form.
'Oh crap, oh crap! What the hell was that? I think I just...I just became a freaking cat!' Maka screamed in her mind.
She opened her mouth, wanting to call out for Soul. To Maka's horror, all that came out was...
"Merow! Merow-ow-ow-oww!"
Mortified, Maka buried herself under her robe and tried her voice again.
"Mew."
Maka clapped her new paws over her mouth. This was bad, so very bad.
"Merow!" she howled in dismay and horror.
Soul Eater Evans scratched his white hair covered head. His white hair spike out to the side, tucked under a very thin black headband. Soul's red eyes seemed happy and pumped up after his hang out time with the others. He wondered if Maka, his meister, had made it home safely. Soul hoped she did; he did care for her more than he showed.
He opened the door and entered the living room, where the TV quietly aired programming to a couch holding nothing but a robe. A steaming cup of tea sat next to a bag of cookies.
"Weird. It's everything Maka needs to relax, minus Maka," Soul murmured.
Under her robe, Maka's ears twitched, Soul!
He walked over and looked at the TV.
"Why is the TV so quiet? Maka's hearing isn't that great. Hey, Maka! Maka, where are you?" yelled Soul.
"Merow!" called Maka, unwilling to come out from under her robe.
Soul saw the robe wiggle, "Blair?"
"Merow-ow!" Maka protested, insulted by the mistake.
"This is so uncool and weird," grumbled Soul.
Maka peeked out from under the robe as Soul reached for a cookie.
"Meow-ow-ow!" Maka shot out from under the robe and shoved the cookies away from Soul.
"What the hell? Blair is black, not blond. Did Maka find a new cat? It sure as hell has her hair color," murmured Soul.
"Meow-ow-ow-oww!" cried Maka.
Soul reached for a cookie again and Maka promptly bit Soul's hand, causing him to recoil.
"Seriously cat, what the hell is your cat-niption?" Soul asked, staring at his hand..
Maka jumped over and picked her robe up with her mouth. She handed it to Soul and then jumped back onto the table. She lapped at her tea as a cat would and she quickly knocked the cookies off the table.
"Since when do cats drink tea? Wait a second!" Soul exclaimed, suddenly shocked.
Soul sat down on the couch, facing Maka. Maka looked away, unwilling to face her partner in this cat form.
"Let me see your face...just do that for me," Soul requested, his voice suddenly soft and gentle with a drop of concern.
Maka cringed and finally turned to face him. Soul looked deeply into the cat's large emerald eyes, searching for the answer he now believed was true. There they were, so close to Soul's face, the emerald irises of his partner; the beautiful friend he truly cared for. With every bit of his soul wavelengths, he honestly cared for his partner, his friend, his meister; the girl now standing before him as a cat.
"Maka..." Soul gasped.
Tears collected in those beautiful green eyes, "Mew..."
"Maka..."Soul repeated, resting his hand on the top of her head.
"Merow!" Maka howled, letting the tears fall.
She lay herself down on the table and covered her face with her paws.
"Guess I better go buy some of that crap they call cat food," joked Soul.
"Mew!" Maka wailed, throwing herself at Soul in desperation.
"Last time I looked, you're at the mercy of the one you 'Maka-chop' at least once a day," Soul grinned at Maka evilly.
Maka threw her head into a cushion, "Merow! Mew!" she wailed.
"You need to tell me somehow...Maka, what the hell happened? We'll solve your food later, just tell me what the hell happened to you."
Maka sat up and looked around the room. How to tell him what happened...would he even understand? Maka decided to try, it was her only hope.
Maka finally jumped off of the couch and went to find the bag of cookies. She collected the package and carried it to Soul.
"The cookies? So is that why you bit me?" Soul presented his slightly bleeding hand to Maka.
Maka bowed her head sadly and licked an uninjured place on Soul's hand to say she was sorry.
"Okay. So you went shopping, as you told me you would and you bought cookies. When you got home," Soul held up her robe "-you took a shower and then made tea. But when you ate a cookie, you became a cat. Right?"
Maka nodded and then she figured it out. Blair had cookies too; they may have switched! Maka dashed off to find something connected to Blair. She bought back a paper pumpkin to Soul.
"A pumpkin?" he inquired.
Soul stared at it for a moment and it clicked.
"Blair?" he asked.
Maka nodded happily and proudly. Good thing this wasn't Black Star, he'd have never even figure out that it was Maka.
"What about Blair?" Soul inquired, laying the pumpkin on the table.
Maka swiped four cookies in stacks of two, placing one stack on the pumpkin. She had the stacks collide, knocking the top cookie off.
"You ran into Blair, which caused you both to drop stuff?" Soul guessed.
Maka nodded, "Mew, mew, meow."
She pulled the bottom cookies from one another and then switched the top cookies.
"Oh, okay. Cool work Maka, I get it now. Blair had a pack of cookies too. So you think you two switched cookies, right?"
Maka nodded and meowed with pride in her weapon. She knew, deep down, that she could not have gotten a better partner if she tried.
"Okay, this is uncool. Let me call Blair," muttered Soul.
Soul called Blair's mobile and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello Soul, darling," chimed Blair's voice.
"Blair, did you and Maka bump into one another earlier?" Soul asked.
"Um, yeah. I was in a rush to meet up with my fellow catgirls and we collided. I helped her pick everything up and she seemed fine when I left her," Blair responded.
"Were you carrying cookies?" Soul inquired.
"Yes Soul. Cut to the chase, I'm confused."
"Blair, Maka's a cat! She ate a cookie and became a cat!"
"Oh...well at least I know my creation works. So you're saying I have Maka's cookies?"
"Exactly."
Blair burst into high pitched fits of pure laughter and Soul huffed with anger.
"Blair, it isn't funny! Fix Maka!"
"I can't do that. I haven't made a reversal cookie and I'm on a trip. See you whenever I return, bye-bye!"
Blair hung up on Soul and chuckled to herself. You don't have to be a witch to make some magical foods. Soul scowled as he glared at the phone. He went to a mirror and called Lord Death to explain about Maka. Lord Death ordered Soul to get Maka a collar and an identification tag. Soul was to bring Maka in to school anyway, but she wouldn't be allowed in without that collar. Lord Death said he'd notify staff and charged Soul with keeping Maka and himself caught up on schoolwork. Soul hated that part, but he accepted since he had no other choice.
Maka meowed at Soul as he returned to the living room.
"Uncool news Maka. You're stuck until Blair returns. I have to buy you a collar and take care of you plus our schoolwork until then. Come on, let's go get that stupid collar."
"Merow-merow~" Maka protested, sitting down and shaking her head.
"If you don't come with me, I'll buy an old used collar that may have fleas," threatened Soul, as if he'd really do that to her.
Maka meowed pitifully and burst into tears as she quickly ran to Soul's side. They walked down to the pet store and went to the collar and tag section. Maka went find her collar while Soul filled out the card to engrave her tag. The tag was shaped like a soul and it would have her full name, address, school, and student I.D. number on the front. He thought for a moment and then had a special message from him to her engraved on the back. Soul was thankful for the card, because it meant he didn't have to say the words aloud. Maka came back with a pink collar that had blue soul shapes on it, which Soul paid for and then put together with the tag. He fitted it around Maka's neck and then walked back home with her.
"Oops, I forgot the canned cat food," Soul joked.
"Merow!" wailed Maka.
Soul didn't turn back though, he just continued home and fed Maka a chicken dinner leftover. He had decided the moment he looked into her pleading eyes, when he had joked about it, that he could not torture Maka with canned cat food.
"You idiot. As if I'd be so evil as to feed you throw-up-in-a-can, otherwise known as canned cat food."
Soul made himself dinner and sat down on the couch while Maka ate on the table. He did have a heart, but he had known that ever since he had first met Maka.
