Chapter 2
Hiya how ya doin? Yah so no smut this chapter, just some building blocks for the story. It's a vital chapter in my opinion, and not everything will be a lemon. Hope you enjoy! P.S. I love Blair so much in this chapter!
Maka took some of the food from Soul and carried it to the table. Soul couldn't help but notice that she had a bit of a limp in her step, no doubt from her earlier exploits. "So I was thinking," Soul said as they sat at the table, Blair sitting ON the table. "We really ought to get you a boyfriend. I mean, it's not like you have a bunch of guys after you like I do girls, so it only seems right you find one you like."
Maka's eyebrow twitched in irritation, but she couldn't hide the blush from her face. "I don't need a boyfriend," she said. "Why don't you get a girlfriend?" She stuck her tongue out classic Maka style.
Soul just laughed. "Cool guys like me have tons of girls after them," he said. "I can't pick one and let all the others down. I'm forced to live the single life so I don't break so many hearts. It's a difficult sacrifice, but it must be done." Maka stared at him blankly for a moment before falling back in her chair laughing hysterically.
"Oh, Soul," she said once she regained some composure, "you've really got this lady's man act down to a Tee." Soul parted his lips in an attempt to speak, but Maka pressed on. "I mean really, sure girls flirt with you all the time, but you've NEVER shown interest in any of them. With how long we've been partners, do you really think I wouldn't have figured it out?"
Soul tilted his head in question. He was completely lost. "I know you're gay, Soul," she said with a smile. "Or at least you prefer guys. Two thirds of your porn stash is man on man." It was Soul's turn to twitch, him in frustration. "How could you think I didn't know?" She continued. "That's not the sort of thing you can keep hidden from your partner for this long."
Overcome with indignation and humiliation Soul let loose his thoughts. "Well I've known you just as long and I never knew you liked girls!" He yelled at her. An air of silence fell in the apartment until being interrupted by Blair.
"Mew?" She sounded confused. "Maka's lesbian? How didn't I know that? I'm usually a killer with my instincts." Soul blinked at the bosomy woman. She was kidding... Right?
"Blair..." He said, "I only knew because I walked in on you and Maka doing... Things." He blushed as he admitted his accidental peeping.
Blair nodded vigorously. "Exactly! With how long that's been going on you think I would have found out she liked girls sooner. Oh Maka you should get a girlfriend!" Soul looked at Maka, who just shrugged. She seemed even more confused than Soul was.
"Uhh, Blair," he said, earning a mew from the girl. "You do realize that you're a girl... And Maka's a girl... And well I walked in on you two having sex..." The blush rose again in his pale cheeks. "So... That's how I found out. Because you're both girl. Get it?" Blair seemed to think very hard about what he had said for several minutes before nodding excitedly.
"I get it!" She yelled and jumped to her feet, twin breasts jiggling with the motion. "So because Maka, who is a girl, has sex with Blair, who is a girl," 'Oh great, she's talking in third person.' "That means that Maka, who is a girl, likes girls, which makes her lesbian. If I apply the transitive property of equality, then since Blair, who is a girl, has sex with Maka, who is a girl, then Blair, who is a girl, likes girls, which makes her lesbian. So both Maka and Blair are lesbian! Ooooo! Can I tell them we know?"
Soul was completely dumbfounded. How could such a smart-sounding thing like the transitive property of equality be properly used in such a redundant and idiotic explanation? That was so... Cool. He smiled to himself and just shook his head. "Sure Blair," he said, "you can tell them. But I think it would be best if you wrote them each a letter so nobody hears you on accident." Blair nodded and ran off to her room.
It was barely a second before Blair rushed back into the room. "WAIT!" She yelled. "So does this mean I'm Maka's girlfriend?" Maka blushed deeper than she had been throughout this entire fiasco.
"I, uh, I dunno," she stuttered. "I mean I never really thought..."
"Oh please oh please oh please!" Blair cut her off with a high pitched line of begging. "Please Maka please! If you let me be your girlfriend I'll let you be mine, too!" Maka broke down into a fit of laughter.
"Okay, okay," she said with a slightly greater amount of composure. "Yes, you're my girlfriend, and I'm your girlfriend." Blair pounced on her -official- girlfriend and licked her face.
"Yay!" She squeaked. "Now I'm gonna go write those letters! Those two will never expect that their dirty little secret is out!"
As Blair scampered off to her bedroom Soul couldn't help but wonder if her nine lives were nine completely different Blairs all thinking at the same time. 'Maybe if I kill her seven more times she'll be able to think straight," he thought to himself. Only then did he realize that Maka was still at the table, watching him expectantly. "What?" He asked, trying not to think about what would come next.
"Well," she started, "looks like I've got mine. Time for yours. It can be a guy or a girl, but you need a lover. So who do you like? Gimme a list and we'll pick out the ones that don't seem likely." Soul sighed. Getting love advice from Maka, so uncool. Unfortunately she wouldn't stop until she at least thought she had helped him, so he took out a pen and paper and started writing.
"You might want to turn on the T.V.," he said, "it's gonna take a while." Maka smiled and did as suggested, turning on a random channel to watch while Soul composed his list of crushes.
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