Hello there my llamas! It's been a while, hasn't it? However, I'm not finished with this story yet. It's just begining... ;) Forgive me if some of this chapter is badly written or confusing. I'm running on 7 hours of sleep in the last two days, and haven't eaten anything since nine in the morning. And my limbs feel like limp noodles...So I'm not exactly feeling up to par. Anywho, enjoy! (Look at me, writing all formal like!)

Blair's POV

I yawned as widely as I could in hopes of Maka saying something about my cuteness.

"Aw! He's SO cute!" Maka squealed. I heard Soul huff annoyed.

"How do you know it's not a girl?" He muttered. Maka rolled her eyes.

We were sitting in the living room, watching some rom-com about god knows what. I wasn't watching because I was busy trying to get Maka and Soul together, Maka was distracted by my absolute ADORABLENESS, and Soul was glaring at me angrily every once in a while. Whenever he did, I would grin. I was certain that he knew now.

I purred, and then got a completely fantastic idea.

Standing up, I stretched like I was sleepy, then I went and settled myself on Soul's lap. Immediately Maka squealed delightedly at me, while Soul stared at me disgusted. However, I noticed a light blush across his cheeks.

Yes, he definitely knew who I was.

"Aw, he likes you Soul!" Maka said happily. Soul gritted his teeth, for I had just licked from his thigh up to his stomach.

"Yea...it likes me alright." He said glaring at me.

Suddenly, I hissed at him and proceeded to claw and destroy his shirt as much as possible.

"Holy SHIT!" Soul yelled, and tried to pull me off of him. I refused to relinquish my hold on him however.

"FUCKING BI-POLAR CAT! JESUS!" Finally, Soul managed to pry me from him.

I dropped gracefully to the floor then went and sat in Soul's now empty couch seat.

"Soul!" Maka gasped, and went to his aid. I scratched his shirt into tatters, and made sure to get at least one good scratch on his chest. Because if I recalled correctly, while Spirit was drunk he was bragging about Maka's skills at patching up cuts and minor injuries.

"Damn it!" Soul clenched his teeth in pain. Maka gingerly helped him pull the tattered shirt over his head.

"Gently! It hurts!" Soul grabbed the edge of the couch and held on tightly. I, meanwhile, watched the scene happily.

Maka finally managed to pull the torn shirt over Soul's head, and then balled up the shirt.

"I'm just gonna throw this away, because this has been ripped in oblivion." Maka walked out the room.

Immediately, Soul appeared before me, a pissed off look on his face.

"You little bitch. Blair, I swear to fuck if you do that again, I will throw your little cat ass out the window. I will grab a chainsaw and cut your little kitty body into little pieces which I will then feed to a fucking giraffe. Why the fuck would you do that?!"

I meowed, then poked his face with my paw. I made sure to not claw his face, so that way Maka can kiss him without being revolted.

Soul scoffed. "Of course..." He muttered, then went and sat back down on the couch.

Soul's POV

That little bitch! She has the guts to pretend to be a cat, then attack me?! LITTLE BITCH!

Maka walked back into the living room, a rag and an unmarked bottle in her hands.

"What is that?" I asked slightly apprehensive.

"It's a rag." She replied with an 'Obviously' expression on her face.

"Not the rag! The bottle." I said rolling my eyes.

"Alcohol. We don't have any rubbing alcohol, so this is the next best thing." She shrugged.

"So that's alcohol? Like what you'd get in a bar?"

"Yea, why?"

I seized the bottle from her and took three huge gulps, and gave it back to her. She took it, then slapped me on the chest.

"What was that for?!" I yelped, the cuts stinging.

"You almost depleted our entire supply of semi-medical stuff! Jesus, you drank almost all of it!" She snapped angrily.

"Meh. Whatever." I blew a strand of my hair away from my eyes, as Maka poured the rest of the bottle on the rag.

She came towards me, and began to move the rag across my chest. Immediately, it felt as if a bajillion needles were pricking the cuts.

"Geez woman! You could at least warn me what you're about to do!" I hissed, and whacked her hand away.

"Shut up and be a man! Stop being a wuss!" She snarled back, then none to gently, grabbed my shoulder and placed back where I was before.

I tried to move across the couch again, and was deterred by Maka's hands grabbing me with surprising strength and once again dragging me back to my spot.

"Sit down dammit!" She held me in place with her left arm against my neck, and with her other hand she began to rub the rag on the cuts. I tried to move again, but she sat on my lap, restricting any movement.

I was able to withstand it for a bit, and was about to move again when I heard her say, "See? That wasn't so hard was it?"

That was when I looked at her and realized that she was sitting on my lap. That was when I realized that I had to confess to her or I might just burst.

Her hair was falling out her signature pigtails, strands falling in front of her pale face and her forest green eyes. Those eyes were shining brightly like emeralds, and her cheeks were a slight pink color. Whether from exertion of trying to keep me in place or embarrassment, I wasn't sure.

Without thinking, I moved one her the loose strands from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"You're really pretty..." I muttered dazedly.

What the fuck was I doing?! THE GODDAMN CHICK HAS A SYMMETRICAL BOYFRIEND! WHAT AM I TRYING TO PULL HERE?!

'You're not pulling anything,' I thought ,'You really think that she's pretty. Remember when you realized that you loved her and would move galaxies for her?'

Goddammit, this is turning into a really cheesy, really fucked up romance. Stop being so Days-of-Our-Lives Soul!

"What?" She said, her pink cheeks turning even pinker.

"I said you're pretty- No you're beautiful." I firmly replied. Maka inhaled sharply at my words.

We sat like that for a couple of minutes, just staring into each other's eyes. That moment was perfect, she was perfect...I didn't want to move, however I had no choice when our apartment door swung open.

"Soul, your god has arrived! We're going-!" Silence.

Maka and I whipped our heads around to see Black Star staring at us. After a second of silence, Black Star whistled appreciatively.

"Damn Soul! Did she claw you during sex or something? You look like you've been mauled! And Maka," He said turning his attention to her. "How big is he? Cause he says he's 7 inches but I don't-"

A book hit Black Star square in the face, and Maka and me seized the chance to untangle ourselves.

"What the shit Maka?! Why'd you hit your god?!" He whined.

Maka ignored him, and I went over and grabbed Black Star by the collar.

"If you don't shut up, I'll kick you so hard you'll lose your virginity." I whispered threateningly. Black Star swallowed hard.

"So, uh..." Black Star started awkwardly. "I was going to steal Soul here," I released him. "But if you two are busy, then I'll leave." He finished maliciously.

I glared at him.

"Go." Maka said, and waved us out of the house. I noticed that her face was still pink from our earlier...encounter.

Black Star and I walked out. As she closed the door, I caught a glimpse of Blair grinning. Bitch.

Making our way to the street, I realized that I wasn't wearing a shirt. I slouched over immediately. I'm going to look like some gangster or something...

Eventually, we made our way to the park and sat down on a bench.

"Where's your shirt?" Black Star asked. I shrugged.

"So," He began. "Care to explain to your god what the fuck happened back there?"

I sighed. This was going to be a long night...

That's it for now. I really need to find something edible...

Until next time, see ya later! :)