Pumpkins and Nosebleeds

I wake up with a feeling of dread of the pit of my stomach, and a realization hits me like a flaming arrow... When was the last time I went to school!? I look at the clock, and it is 7:09 pm, about one hour before night school at Shibusen starts. I run down the hall shouting incoherent blabber about being late, when I am suddenly slammed against the wall by a foreign object. Oh, just kidding, its Soul. And he's pissed. Oops.

"What... in the name of death, are you yelling about?" he growls, forearm pressing my shoulders to the wall. It takes me a second to realize that he is indeed, not wearing a shirt, and his hair is bed-matted in the most boil-me-alive way possible. It takes me three more to ask myself why it matters. Blood is millimeters from dripping from my nose.

"We haven't been to school like, all week." I murmur, trying, and failing, not to stare at his incredibly well defined abs, that I really shouldn't be noticing are well defined. They are divided diagonally by a long scar from his left shoulder to right hip. I absently wonder where he got it.

"Its spring break, moron." he growls, rolling his eyes and letting me off the wall. I facepalm, and apologize extravagantly, but he cuts me off. "You owe me a drink for waking me up so early, tiny-tits. I'm going back to sleep." he says, wandering back to his room. I make my way back to mine, trying to figure out exactly what that was about. When I reach my room, I sit down on the bed, peering out of the window.

It is still faintly light outside, the moon is up early. I look at it closely, and for a second the moon has a feral grin on it's crescent shaped face, and one eye, surrounded by a ring of black. Stark red blood drips from between its teeth, and down its chin. I shudder and the vision is gone. Shaking my head to rid myself of the disturbing image, I fall onto my back, but jump up again when I hear a... cat meowing? How odd. I go back to the window, and to my utter bewilderment there sits a small purple cat... wearing a witch-like hat... sitting on a... floating pumpkin. That's it, I have officially gone crazy. I blink rapidly, waving my hand in front of my face, but the cat doesn't disappear. Cursing my inevitably soft heart, I open the window, and the cat hops in, leaving her pumpkin to... disappear in a puff of smoke.

"Uh, hello, pumpkin cat...?" I ask/say, putting on my poker-face.

"My name is actually Blair, Nya!" the cat... says. My jaw drops to the floor, and in my imagination it blasts through the floor and hits the core of the earth. Needless to say, I am quite surprised to hear the cat speak.

"You can talk?" I sweat drop, peering down skeptically at the small animal.

"Of course! Blair has an incredible amount of magical powers! Nya." and in a puff of smoke, I am no longer looking at a purple cat, but a full grown woman. She wears an enlarged version of the witch's hat, and a skimpy black dress with overly long sleeves. She has waist length purple hair that has two large curls at either side of her face, and, er... ample assets, to say the least. "Blair heard you thinking about the lack of other females around the house, so Blair came to keep you company, Nya!" I can't help but wonder why she speaks in third person, but I guess anything goes with a magical cat... lady. Not to mention I will probably need permission to keep a cat. Maybe I can persuade Soul with the help of my Grigori blood.

"Okay then... I'm Maka. And I'm going to give you fair warning now, I live with six vampires." she only smiles happily at me.

"Don't worry, Nya! Vampires hate cat blood!" I breathe a sigh of relief. Secretly, I really want to have a female friend around, and this cat girl seems really sweet. I break into a wide smile.

"Welcome to my room then, Blair!" I say, truly happy for the first time in awhile. Unfortunately, my happy mood is ruined when I hear footsteps outside the door. I wave at Blair to transform back into a cat, and she gets the message, hiding under the bed. I try to act casual while standing in the middle of my room for no reason when the door opens. To my dismay (excitement) Soul still has not put on a shirt, and still looks mad.

"What in the world are you talking to in here and... why does it smell like cat?" he says, suspicious.

"I was talking to... my new cat." I murmur, looking down. Blair's head pokes out from under the bed then, as if to prove my point.

"No cats allowed in this house." Soul states, voice full of disgust. Desperate, I pull out a woman's ultimate weapon. Tears form on the edges of my eyes, and I look up at Soul, eyes wide and sparkling. I jut my lower lip out just a bit, officially forming the ultimate cute kicked puppy look.

"But Soul... you guys are always so distant and ignore me all the time unless you want blood, and I get really lonely." His cheeks are peppered with the tiniest tinge of pink, and he looks at me for a long time. I hold the look, and he finally breaks.

"Fine. But I don't want to see it, and it can't go anywhere in the house but your room." I jump for joy, hugging Soul happily. Too late do I realize, again, that he is not wearing a shirt. His skin is really cold. I really, really, like it. Damn, is that warm wetness dripping down my lip blood? Crap, yes it is. I did not notice that Soul's face at that moment was just as red as mine. I back away hastily, muttering apologies, and Soul smirks at me. He walks right up to me, and licks the little drop of blood from my nose. Right off my upper lip.

"Why is your nose bleeding Maka? Did you get too excited?" he murmurs in my ear, and I blush at least four shades of red. I can't help but notice the smirk on Blair's little cat face as she watches from under the bed. "You still owe me for this morning." he adds. I am putty in his hands when he bites my neck right under my ear, and warm blood pours into his mouth. He licks it closed, after a few minutes. "Thanks." he saunters from the room, smirking.

"Not. one. Word." I point at Blair, who's cat mouth was half way open to comment.

Meanwhile, in the hallway:

"Yes! I finally got to drink from her neck! Who knew she was so easy right after getting up?" Soul praises himself, clearly not realizing that it was his lack of upper-half attire, that made it so 'easy'.

KeKeKe... because i can? oh, come on, you know you were waiting for it, i even foreshadowed it last chapter! Until next time~

~Fish