A/N Hey guys, as I said in my other story, I am extremely sorry for not updating in like months! Life is crazy. But at least I'm here now!

Meh, okay so people have asked what time period it is in… I guess it would be considered medieval, I think it has a colonial feel to it though. It's basically the same thing to me. Hope that clears some things up, but if you have any other questions, feel free to ask.

I don't own Soul eater… If only I did…

Thanks to all of you readers/reviewers, you make me so happy! Enough with my boring A/N, now please, enjoy!

-Gabi


Chapter Three

The Cousin That Cross-dresses?

"MAKA!"

I start to run down the hallway out of the living room but being in a dress doesn't always make you the most mobile person.

"MAKA, Don't run away from me!" I feel arms wrap around my waist and I am tackled to the ground.

We land in a heap of fabric and oddly-placed limbs. I feel his hand ruffle my hair on top of my head playfully.

"Now, hugging a god like me wasn't so bad was it? I am your cousin after all. You should be overjoyed!"

I turn my head and glare at my cousin.

"Blackstar! That wasn't a hug! You tackled me!" I try to flail around a little bit to get him off of me but his arms keep me in place.

"It's the same thing."

"Uh, no it isn't."

"Maka, a god like me is never wrong."

"Sure you are."

"You'd be surprised."

"I couldn't be more surprised than I am to see you now." I say sarcastically.

"I think you could."

"Whatever, can you please let me go?"

"No, I'm pretty comfortable here like this."

"Blackstar…" I growl, giving him an I-WILL-Maka-Chop-you-to-death-if-you-don't-get-off-of-me look.

"Okay, Okay, no need to break out the big guns!" He lets go of my waist and gets up, he offers a hand and then I notice what he's wearing.

My jaw literally drops to the floor.

"What. The. Hell. Are. You. WEARING!"

"Oh this?" He says, turning in a circle. "I got it the other day."

My eyes grew wider, if that's even possible.

"You bought a dress to wear? WHY?" I say, utterly shocked.

"Well, according to a friend of mine, girls like guys who cross-dress!"

I give him a confused look. "And you're cross-dressing here because?"

"I'm here to win over Tsubaki's heart! I mean, I don't think she can even resist a GOD-like person such as me, but it is always good to keep your options open for success."

My eye starts to twitch a little and all of a sudden I burst out in laughter.

"Who—Hahaha—do you think—Hahaha—Tsubaki is? Hahaha! She's not into that stuff! I think I'd know if she was!" I fall to the ground, tears coming to my eyes from laughing at the sight in front of me. After the initial shock goes away, you can finally see how stupid he looks. He just looks so odd.

I mean he has the gravity defying blue hair, muscles… everywhere and a star tattoo on his arm. Pair that with a semi-puffy eggplant colored dress and it is a sight to see.

"HEY DON'T LAUGH AT ME! IT'LL WORK! TSUBAKI WILL LOVE ALL OF THIS." He says motioning towards himself.

"I highly doubt it." I say wiping a tear away. I stand up and walk up to him, putting my hand on his shoulders. "You are insane, you know that?"

"Yep!" He smiles and I let go of his arms.

"So," I say, walking over to one of the huge couches in the living room. I sit and wave him over to sit next to me.

"You really like Tsubaki?"

He walks over and lies down on the couch sighing slightly.

"Yea. I do. I can't stop thinking about her actually." His cheeks get a little pink out of embarrassment. He usually doesn't open up to anyone, well everyone except me.

"Instead of trying to impress her with…" I point at his dress. "With that. Why don't you just ask her to Lord Death's ball instead?"

"Wait that's coming up soon?"

"Yea, it's next week actually."

"WHAT! Why didn't somebody tell me?" He quickly stands up eyes wide.

"Calm down. Everybody just basically found out about it."

He looks towards me, and slowly starts to sit down. "Oh, okay."

"Also, how long do you think you're going to be staying?"

"I don't know… As long as I want I guess!"

I roll my eyes; of course he would be that obnoxious.

All of a sudden the door bursts open.

"Maka! Papa has great news!" My father says, bounding into the living room where Blackstar and I are sitting.

"What is it papa?" I say nonchalantly.

"You know prince Ox? Well he just asked me if he could take you to the ball next week!"

My head snaps to face my fathers, eyes giving him a death glare. "And what did you say to Ox?"

"Well I said yes of course! I knew you'd say yes anyway, so I just told him to pick you up at seven on Saturday. Isn't this just amazing! I mean, if you two were to fall in love you would be married to royal blood! Not as high up as Death the Kid, but you wouldn't have a chance with him, I think he's gay anyway." My papa rambles.

"He's not gay." Blackstar says, looking at the ground suspiciously. "Trust me, HE'S NOT."

"Okay, I don't even want to know…" I say as I look away shaking my head. Blackstar can be such an odd child. But then it dawns on me…

I get out of my seat and hit my father's head with a book.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU SAY YES! YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE HIM," I yell.

"But I'm thinking about your future. Papa only wants the best for his little darling." Spirit says, his eyes starting to well up with tears.

I give him another death glare, and throw in one more Maka-Chop to do him measure.

"I'm going to my room, I'll see you guys again at dinner." I then start to walk away down the many halls to my room. Hearing the yelling of my two maniac relatives fade away slowly. I br4ing my hands up to my head and rub my temples.

There's no use complaining about it, I think. Papa already told Ox yes. I guess I'll have to just deal with it.

I sigh as I close the door to my bedroom.

I wonder if that boy Soul is having just as much trouble with this ball as I am.

********Many hours later********

Knock, knock, knock.

I hear someone at my bedroom door. I get up from my bed, rubbing my sleepy eyes and open the door a little.

There stands Blackstar, with a huge, silly grin on his face.

"What is it Blackstar, it's the middle of the night," I say, rolling my head from side to side to get the kink out of it.

"I just came to say…. I TOLD YOU SHE'D LOVE ALL THIS! OH, I WIN YOU WERE WRONG I WAS RIGHT. HAHAHAHAHA! IN YOUR FACE MAKA!" He practically yells the last part and his voice echoes through the house. I'm surprised no one came out of their rooms pissed that he was screaming this late.

"Be quiet! What are you even talking about?" I pull him into my room and shut the door.

"Tsubaki is what I'm talking about." He does a little dance. "Oh yea, u-huh. Oh yea, u-huh. It worked, it worked, it worked." He sings.

"What?" I say confused.

"The dress. It worked…. Guess who scored big tonight! HAHAHAHA!"

My jaw drops to the ground once again today.

"I can't believe it… the quiet ones really are the most perverted."