"Nya~ It's a beautiful day~" Soul Eater threw the nearest object in reach at his companion. "Blair, shut up before I shut you up."
Blair dodged the attack, ducking under the alarm clock and shooting from under it before the projectile hit the floor. The cat then planted itself on his bed. "Ooh, you're awake! I have a good plan!"
Mind still fuzzy from sleep, Soul squinted at her. "What?"
"Last night all the girls were talking about it! King Spirit is holding a ball tomorrow and everyone is invited, nya~"
"You know I don't like social events." Soul grumbled bitterly, swinging his legs off the bed. Ever since that accident with Shaula, his body had never been the same. Wait, scratch that. His body would never be the same. It had happened too fast-one by one, her loyal, brainwashed (or otherwise) servants had attacked him, seeking to cripple him, which they had succeeded at. He sought out Giriko who managed to replace that which he had lost, with metal. He must look quite a sight. With his new appearance (stark white with red eyes) he managed to scare off pretty much anybody around these parts. Blair was the only person who would keep him company, but she was a talking feline, after all. Did they even count?
"Hey! Are you listening?"
"What?" Soul shook himself out of his thoughts, turning to Blair who had the kitty equivalent of a death glare directed at him.
"Maybe you'll actually pick up a girl or two there." Blair pointed out. "But I don't want a girl! What do I even do with them?! Clean up after them, take care of them, feed them?!"
Blair rolled her eyes, and shushed him. "Relax, I got this covered." Which usually implied disaster of some kind waiting in the near future. "It's the day after tomorrow, at night. I'll start making the neccesary arrangements since you agreed!" Wait, what?
Soul shot up, but the crafty cat had gone.
"Okay, I'll transform you, so that you won't stand out too much, but you'll still be recognizable." He felt Blair's magic wash over him, and looked down at his body. And immediately crossed his hands over his privates. "Blair!"
"What?" The cat looked up with innocent eyes, before shifting to her human form. Her eyes widened with mock surprise. "Oh." A second later, Soul was dressed in a dark jacket with matching pants. Formal wear, since he did want to make a good impression. She walked briskly out, and pulled him over to the roadside.
"Pum-Pumpkin Pumpkin!" Soul's jaw dropped open as he watched the carriage materialize. Then, he turned to Blair. "One, this seems like overkill. Two, it's. A. Pumpkin." He gestured wildly at it. Blair waved it off. "Psh, not like anyone cares. Get in! Don't want to get your nice clothes dirty, do you? Oh, and this thing wears off at midnight, got it?"
Soul opened the door and got in, watching through the window as a group of mice ran up to Blair and were transformed into horses. She hooked them up to the front, and with a pat on the back they were off. As he departed he could still see Blair waving at him, before disappearing into the house.
The ball was crowded! Soul edged towards the wall, grabbing a plateful of sandwiches. He hadn't eaten in a long time, and he was not letting this opportunity go to waste! After the third or fourth, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked up. Green eyes.
"Who are you?" Their owner spoke crisply. "I am Princess Maka Albarn." Soul blinked. Did the princess just talk to him? Swallowing the food, he responded, "Soul Eater."
"Sounds ominous." She turned around, parking herself next to him with as much precision as an actual driver.
"Uh, why did you ask?" Maka levelled a blank stare. "You have white hair and red eyes, you know." She blandly told him, before turning back to her book. Blair... Soul mentally shelved this away. May as well try to make the most of tonight.
A long pause. "Would you like to dance?" In hindsight, that was not the best time to ask. Or maybe the princess had PMS or whatever it was called. Because the next thing he knew, Soul had the thick book slammed into his skull. Hurt even worse than having limbs torn off. She then opened the still steaming volume as Soul rubbed his head.
An even longer pause followed, interrupted only by the flipping of the pages. Soul had by this point given up on the party, and was craning his neck to get a look at the book.
"Get away from her!" A shout caused Soul to snap his head up, and he saw a redhead glaring daggers at him. His eyes wandered upwards to the crown. Shit.
"Maka Chop! Dad, you can't chase every single male within a fie mile radius away just because you're being protective!" She stood up over the now-unconscious king, before going back to reading as if nothing happened. And the clock tolled out the time, twelve chimes, and on the eleventh, all the lights went out.
Soul couldn't care less about his state, reaching out to check if Maka was okay. It was strange, he knew, but he couldn't help but feel a little protective towards her. His hands found purchase on two... soft... parts... of her body.
"MAKA CHOP!"
Soul sprinted most of the way back, book lodged in his cranium. He was greeted by a smirking Blair. "Had fun?" She asked.
"Yeah." Soul responded breathlessly. How could he even be out of breath?
"You know, you were walking funny. Usually only drunks do that."
"Hey, I have guts of steel, I can stomach anything."
He and Blair laughed at their private joke.
That night, he drifted off, dreaming about blonde princesses and a certain pair of emerald eyes.
"He sounded funny when I hit him. Plus, he didn't even say anything along the lines of 'ow' which is abnormal going by his scream the first time." In the oppressive silence of her room-slash-prison, Maka was also pondering the mystery of the strange man.