This is entirely Blair-centric, and really long, so if you don't like her, you don't have to read it. Technically each of them could stand alone, but I'm putting them together. It's kinda sad at the end too… just warning. Suffix Guide will be at the very end.

Title: A Cat's Life

Characters: Blair/Maka/Soul/the others

Universe: Canon going into future

Warning: Use of suffixes/honorifics, Character death

Blair hadn't always known she was lucky.

Fro instance, she never felt lucky, or happy at all, living alone in the pumpkin. But she did when that strange, funny boy and his even funnier partner burst into her life with blades wielded, literally.

It was hilarious how they thought she was a witch, silly kids. She was sad when they left.

Then they came back, the looks on their faces when she spotted them ridiculously hiding behind that tree were priceless. Then they left again.

But, she wasn't sad. They'd come back.

And they did.

She was really surprised when the boy actually agreed to go with her. It wasn't right, a little voice meowed in her head, they've gotta stay together.

Then it made sense again when the cold blade was around her, and she felt the brief tear as one of her lives ripped away. They were still so silly, she couldn't get mad. Cats never really do.

Now she wanted them, company was like a drug after being alone so long… So Blair followed.

"Here." The cat looked up, surprised, as the window sill she had been perched on precariously suddenly became wider as said window was opened from the inside. "If your going to stay…" The small blonde girl huffed and looked away. "You might as well stay inside." She finished in a mutter and left the window open as she walked away.

Blair give her a Cheshire grin and hopped neatly, without a sound down onto the carpet.

"If you need some where to sleep…" Maka trailed off as she turned back around. The cat had apparently decided the arrangement already, as she kneaded the comforter, turned around three times, and promptly plopped down at the foot of the miester's bed.

When the blonde couldn't help giggling, the cat opened one golden eye and smiled. This was better.

It was to Soul's credit that he didn't question the fact that there was a purple cat eating from a bowl and sitting on the counter the next morning, though Maka gave him a sharp look when she saw his smirk.

"Knew you'd let her in." He whispered when they'd sat down.

"Shut up."

"You're a sucker for lonely souls."

"I said, shut up."

Blair perked her pointed ears up and stood to watch them argue further in whispers, hearing every word.

Lonely soul… huh.

It was funny, the cat mused, to wake up Soul. And, as always, even funnier to wake up Maka first.

"Maakaaa." The blonde's nose twitched, tickled by whiskers, and she mumbled a little in her sleep.

"Maaaaakaaaaa." This time the nose-nudge was accompanied by a rumble-purr and a meow of laughter. "Tiiime to geet uuup."

"Five more minutes…" This response was usual, Blair snickered. And everyone thought Maka was never tardy on her own.

"Nope, you gotta get up now and make me some fish."

"Blair…"

"You might be la~ate."

"Fiiine." The purple feline jumped nimbly down to the floor as Maka sat up, rubbed her eyes, and got to her feet drowsily, before jumping back up and snuggling into the covers. This was the best part, after all, they were still warm all over and extra comfy just after Maka left.

She had ten minutes to cat-nap, then she'd go wake Soul. Blair giggled internally, this wake-up… would be much less gentle. The good ones were reserved for hands-that-feed-yous only. Everybody knew that.

"Sooooouuuuulluuuuuu! Wake-uuup!"

"Huhng? Blair!"

"Wanna hug?"

"Soul, you pervert!"

"Maka, wait-" CRASH!

"Blair, your fish is ready."

"Mmm-kay, nya~!"

Weekdays were the worst, Blair mused as she lounged in the tiny apartment, walked from room to room flipping forms, and even went as far as trying on some of their clothes to stave off the boredom.

Maka's were too small, though that was fixed easily enough, and Soul's tastes were just… weird…

The first time Maka came home to discover one of Blair's 'fashion shows', it should have been awkward, but, somehow, it wasn't.

"Just put them back when your done…" The blonde-haired girl did make a face, however, when she discovered the purple fur covering her favorite shirt the next day.

"Bu-tan wants to go to school too!"

"Don't refer to yourself like that. And no, you don't, your not the right age."

Both girls lay on the couch. Blair, in her cat form, sat on Maka's stomach and peered over the top of the book the younger girl was trying to read, pawing at the pages as they were turned.

It was the weekend and Maka was home for the whole day, but Soul had gone to play basketball with his boy-buds, so it was still too quiet in the house for Blair's taste.

"I could be a teacher!" She exclaimed and poofed into her human form, which was now scantily clad in a business skirt, less than half the length of a normal one, and a see-through white, button-up shirt. It was the goofy expression she threw in that made Maka laugh.

"I don't think Shinigami would allowed it." She giggled. Blair huffed dramatically, but had a smile on when she climbed back to her perch, fuzzy once more.

"He let your dad teach."

Maka rolled her eyes and dog-eared the page. She could clearly see that the cat wasn't going to let her read in peace before her questions were answered.

Blair moved with her as the meister sat up and scooted back, so that she was leaning against the side of the couch, and ended up in her lap. She sighed blissfully and curled up into a ball as Maka lay her hand on the cat's head and began to scratch around her ears.

"Believe it or not, Papa went to school for the whole five-years training, and graduated. So he's qualified. Barely." She added the last part in a mutter, but Blair heard anyway.

"I could start training!" The cat's voice was drowsy. The ear-scratch was a sure-fire way to begin a nice long cat-nap.

"Your not a weapon, or a meister, Bu-tan."

"'Thought you said not to say," she yawned "that…"

Maka giggled.

"It's okay is someone else says it, silly."

Blair was already asleep.

"Soul… why is the door unlocked?" Blair winced and resisted the urge to go peek, that was the voice…

"F-for Blair." Ahhh, Blair purred, Soul-kun was so brave.

"You know she comes in through my window! What if there'd been a robber!"

"Who'd want to rob this place? There's nothing worth taking!" Blair made a split-second decision and whisked away to the kitchen, from where she'd been hiding in the bathroom, before the fight escalated.

"What about you? What if robber-Blair stole you?" She purred from the doorway, attracting their attention. He scoffed.

"I'd get away." Blair blinked and smirked. Within a second, she was across the room with her arms wrapped loosely around a very surprised Maka.

"What about Maka-chan?" She asked innocently, tightening her grip. "What if I took her?"

Soul looked at Maka, held captive, and a dark expression shadowed his face for a moment before it was gone.

"Fine. I'll lock it next time."

Blair highly enjoyed the blushes and mutterings the two were forced to communicate with for the rest of the day.

The first time Blair met Chrona, it'd been an accident.

The black-blooded girl had come to the apartment complex trembling and looking for Maka. She had not been aware that someone else lived there. When the door opened, surprised gold met shocked indigo.

"Hello-nya?"

"Waah! W-who are y-you?"

"Blair-chan is Bu-tan."

"H-huh…? Blair… Bu?"

"Come on in!"

When Maka had returned home a half-hour later, the shy pinkette was actually petting Blair's ears while the cat chatted away about anything and everything.

Chrona had been smiling.

"It's Christmas time, Christmas time, Christmas -nya -nya -nya!" Blair sang happily and peered all around her excitedly. She was perched atop Soul's head and the trio were at the mall, so there was tons to see, smell, and hear.

"Blair, your getting some weird looks." Said cat blinked down at Maka.

"Why?"

"You're a singing cat."

"Oh… Then they're good looks, right-nyao?" The younger girl thought for a moment.

"Huh, I guess they're not bad."

"But, please, stop singing." One of Soul's shoulders twitched pleadingly.

"Ohhhwooowww!" Maka and Blair sighed in unison at the sight of their tree, finally standing. Soul huffed and got to his feet. If they'd wanted it up so much…

"You could've helped." He finished his thought in a mutter that both girls heard.

"Awww, Soul-kun, that's a man's job!" In seconds Blair was humanized and proceeded to suffocate the poor boy in her chest. Maka used a light Maka-chop to dislodge him.

"Don't complain." She stated to his unconscious form, then went to go get the ornaments.

Blair skipped happily down the hall, holding onto two cutely wrapped packages, toward the living room. She stopped outside the door, momentarily, then stopped completely when she heard voices.

"S-soul, I l-love you." Blair smiled softly and looked down at her gifts while he chuckled.

"I love you too, Maka."

She'd leave these in their rooms, because, from the noises inside, the two wouldn't want to be interrupted. Even for presents.

"Merry Christmas to me…"

The first time Blair had acquainted herself with the Shinigami trio, had not, contrasting with popular belief, been when they'd first come over to Soul and Maka's apartment.

"What's that Patti?"

"It's a cat, Kid." Liz had answered when all Patti did was laugh. Blair purred from atop the younger Thomson's hat. She liked this girl.

"Why.. It's perfectly symmetrical!"

"Thanks-nya!"

"Liz… do cats talk?"

"No…"

"Gehehehe!" Patti summed it up.

The first time she'd felt it, it'd been in the morning.

"Maka, is my fish done?"

"O-oh, sorry Blair." The cat took in the other girl's blush and ruffled appearance, plus the fact that she was exiting Soul's bedroom….

"Can you make-do with milk today?"

…And understood. The little wedge between them hurt, but Blair understood.

They'd been in the routine for nearly ten years the first time Blair woke up alone. She didn't even bother to go check, she knew where they'd be.

But it didn't lighten the dread.

Three would never be a crowd, right?

Four could…

Black*Star had been the least fun.

He'd nearly hit her with a thrown basketball, not that it was on purpose, but that was beside the point.

"Oi, bozo watch it!"

"Stupid cat you watch it!"

The shouting at the park escalated, until they were nearly blowing their lungs out. The assassin said he was too big to be yelled at by an animal. Blair said she was too.

He was about to start throwing trees and she was getting a good smashing pumpkin prepared, when Tsubaki arrived.

"Black*Star, don't do that! Kitty-chan, please forgive him." Neither could refuse those sparkly blue eyes.

Later, on the walk home, Tsubaki told Blair that she'd get used to the loud-mouthed boy.

What she got used to, was the weapon's cooking.

It was after the wedding, but before the house switch, that Maka gave Blair her own room.

"But-"

"You're a big girl, you deserve your own bed for once." The blonde had joked. Blair didn't say it, but she wanted too.

I'm not a human Maka.

She left feeling down and desperate.

After twenty years, Blair was an old cat, she hadn't transformed for the last nine of them.

She'd never died of old age before, hadn't had the chance to during her first life, but she didn't like it.

She had to stick to the streets and she couldn't make out the objects over ten feet away, plus her brain felt fuzzy and the light purple on her tail and ears had turned silver. The gold in her eyes was cloudy.

Maka searched for hours with her husband, leaving their one-year old in the capable hands of Tsubaki.

They started from the house and run all over Death City calling their friends name into the cold night.

When they found the tiny dark violet kitten mewing and gurgling on the side walk, there was no mistaking the hat and bauble lying near-by.

Maka sobbed and held the fur ball tight to her chest during the long trek back to their house.

They named her Blair.

-chan: For friends, usually girls.

-kun: For friends, usually boys.

-tan: A cutesy mispronunciation of -chan.