((Chapter two! Hey, everyone. Thanks so much for the reviews! You three are the best of the best. Virtual huggles for all of you! Unrelated ranting – so, I've been bugging one of my friends to get her final project for her mythology class finished since she got it. A month ago. It's due in fifteen minutes and she has fourteen pages left to do. –sigh- Now, for the story. I don't own Soul Eater~! ))

A meister with soul perception would have seen two souls switch places.

Maka found herself staring. At herself, who giggled in a flirty, sexy way she would never have managed if she had been in her own body.

"Look," Maka said, "I'm sorry I called you a slutty cat." Even if it might be true. She sniffed, and wiped her eyes. Eyeliner and mascara smudged onto her manicured hands. The girls had spent about an hour arguing, and they were both exhausted. Soul had left the house to get away from the hormonal women, but he had come back with two cartons of rocky road and some Tylenol for their cramps. The girls sat across from each other at the kitchen table, eating the chocolate.

"And I'm sorry I called you Tiny Tits, even if it's true." Blair said, setting down her spoon and leaning back in her chair.

"Okay," Maka remarked. She shoved a spoon of ice cream into her mouth, swallowed, and continued. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that last bit. Now," she paused, her face taking on a dark cast. "Put me back, or I will hunt down every last one of your souls and feed them to my weapon."

"Did someone mention food?" A male voice called from the living room. Maka rolled her eyes.

"No! Keep studying!" He came into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. He took a drink of milk straight from the carton. "Gods, Soul, get a glass."

"Since when did you care if I studied?"

"I always have, stupid! Now get back to work!" She glared daggers at him, and he left the room.

"We can play later, Soul-kun!" Blair called after him. An Oxford English Dictionary slammed into her head.

"Put me back before you try flirting with him."

"Well, see, the thing is…"

"What?"

"I don't know how." Silence fell for a few moments. "But it should wear off on its own!" she said, rushed. "I mean, the moon is waxing right now, when it's full, we'll probably switch back on our own. Hopefully." The last word was a whisper.

"I am going to kill you."