Reflex
By vivalarapture
This is based on a suggestion by Tawny Haired Wild Flower, Maka being turned into an animal.
Chapter four, Kitty Kitty
"Soul, I swear it was an accident! I was just testing out some new magic and.. Well.. I promise I didn't mean to!"
Soul was currently frozen in the entry way of his apartment, jaw clenched in a mix between apprehension and anger, the groceries he had been carrying inside forgotten on the floor.
He took one step forward, his jaw opening and closing a few times before he decided his brain wasn't going to allow him any communication skills at the moment. Sitting on the floor at Blairs feet was an ash blond cat with bright green eyes.
He pointed at the feline, trying to form a sentence, "Please tell me that isn't my meister."
Blair winced, holding up her hands for fear the shell shocked death scythe wouldn't turn on her when she answered, "I told you, it was an accident. I'll find some way to fix her, I know it! J-Just give little ol' Blair some time!"
Soul flung his head up to glare at the other cat person in the apartment at the moment, "You.. You changed Maka into a fucking CAT?!"
A burst of smoke fluttered around Blair as she transformed into a cat and hid behind the now whisker wielding scythe meister, "I told you I can fix it! But only if you don't kill me! If I'm dead then how am I going to help?"
Soul threw his hands up in the air, keeping the instinct to take another of Blairs nine lives under wraps for the moment, "You have 10 seconds to explain how this happened and how you're going to fix it or you can say goodbye to your tail."
Blair twitched, instinctively curling her tail around her body. The now feline Maka was oblivious to the tension in the air, yawning and padding over to the couch to take a nap.
"I told you, I was messing around with some new magic.. It wasn't supposed to turn her into a cat, it was supposed to give her cat ears! I thought it would be adorable! I'll go get the book I got the spell from and see if I can find a reversal."
Soul ran a hand through his hair and threw a glance over at the sleeping cat curled up on the cushions. He pointed at Blair again, his finger shaking as he growled, "Go, now. I swear if Maka is stuck as a cat forever I'm going to skin you and use as a mini throw rug."
Blair shivered but ran out the door behind Soul, calling out another, "Sorry!" and disappearing into the city.
Soul sighed and shut the door he had forgotten to close, grabbing up the spilled groceries and putting them in the kitchen. He heard a small meow behind him, and he felt his upper lip twitch. He wasn't even a cat person, for Deaths sake.
He turned around and Maka was pawing at his leg, tipping her head to the side and looking up at him. He groaned and leaned down, not wanting to get to close to his furry partner,
"What, are you hungry or something? Shit, I don't even know what to give you. You normally hate raw fish, but don't cats like that? You better not be mad at me when you change back."
Soul rummaged through the fridge until he came across Blairs stash of fish. He smirked as he grabbed the plate, not feeling the slightest bit bad about taking her dinner. It was her fault he was in this predicament in the first place.
He turned around and feline Maka pounced upwards and snatched one of the fish right off of the plate. He raised the plate higher, scowling at her, "Hey! You nearly clawed my hand off! Have some patience, woman-err.. Cat, I guess."
Maka ignored him, or more so couldn't understand him, and downed her fish in a few seconds, jumping up on the counter and meowing for more. Soul rolled his eyes picked up a fish with his fingers, tossing it in the air.
Soul raised an eyebrow and grinned as he watched the cat do a meister-like acrobatic to catch the fish from in the air. He chuckled and threw the next one higher in the air, getting a kick out of watching Maka do tricks.
He held another fish out, playing keep away for a few moments before Maka caught the fish right from out of his finger tips. Soul shook his hand, chastising her for using claws so close to him.
He held the last fish out in front of her nose, commanding, "Sit!"
Maka sat there, giving him an incredulous look and tipping her head.
He shook the fish, repeating, "Come on, Maka! Sit!"
Maka simply turned around and flicked her tail at him as she walked away. Soul shook his head as he laughed, following her into the living room, "Even as a cat you still don't take orders from anyone."
He plopped himself down on the couch, turning on the TV and flipping through channels. Maka jumped up onto his lap, curling up into a ball and claiming the spot as her own. Soul looked down at her, his lip curling upwards in mock distaste,
"Makaaa, you're going to get fur all over my pants!"
He tried to push her off, but she dug her claws into his leg, keeping herself stationary. Soul howled in pain, glaring and holding down the urge to toss her onto the floor, "Fine. Stay here. You're going to have to wash these pants when you change back, you know that right?"
His answer was a content yawn and a tail flick, all but ignoring his protests. He sighed and leaned back into the couch, finally settling on an action movie that was playing on TV. He absentmindedly started scratching behind her ears, the purring that thrummed through the tiny cat lulling him into a calm, sleepy state.
Soul stopped to turn down the TV, and grinned as she mewled at him pathetically, not at all happy that his ministrations had stopped. He chuckled and continued scratching her back, "You're a lot easier to deal with when you're a cat, you know that? If I could shut you up just by scratching your ears when you're a human, I'm sure we'd get into a lot less arguments."
Maka nudged his hand with her nose, willing him to pet her head again. He complied, not as interested with the movie on TV the sleepier he got. He yawned, stretching out on his back across the couch, moving Maka over to rest on his chest.
Maka didn't seem to mind, nuzzling into his chest and meowing happily before closing her eyes and curling up again. Soul continued patting her, his eyes drifting close,
"You know, I really wish we could do this all the time. When you're a human, anyway."
Maka climbed off his chest and slipped under his arm, purring loudly as she finally got comfortable. He moved his hand so he could pet her as he drifted off to sleep, the warm bundle of fur tucked under his arm.
When Blair got home, she opened the door quietly, poking her head through and hoping Soul wasn't waiting to slice her in half. She walked inside, seeing no seething weapon, and slowly shut the door. She was about to call out that she had found the book, and thank goodness, the spell only lasted a few hours.
Her eyes drifted to the couch before she could speak, however, and her lips curled up into a satisfied smirk. She put a hand on her hip and surveyed the scene in front of her. Maka was back in her human skin, wrapped in Soul's arms.
The two teenagers were a tangle of limbs at that point, and Maka's face was pressed into Soul's neck. Blair couldn't help the happy purr that poured from her lips, and she brought her manicured claws up to her lips. No matter what form they were in, her kittens were the cutest things she had ever seen.
She sauntered into the kitchen, knowing that after her "good deed" that she deserved a good snack. She sniffed the fridge and frowned, not smelling the fish she had bought earlier. She gasped, her head nearly hitting the top of the fridge as she stood up, squealing in anger.
Blair stomped into the living room, crying, "You let her eat my fish?!"
Both partners jumped at the noise, falling onto the floor and attempting to disengage their suddenly entwined limbs. Soul glanced down at Maka, who was currently being crushed under him, and grinned, "Hey! You're human again!"
Maka took no time blushing furiously at their position and shoving him off, standing up in a huff.
"Don't even start with me, Blair." Soul growled, rolling over and standing up finally. "You turned her into a cat, you get to lose your food!"
Maka flung her head around towards Soul, her tongue hanging out and a disgusted look on her face, "Uhhg! My mouth tastes horrible! Why did you let me eat that?!"
Soul's jaw dropped before he pointed at Blair, "Hey, hey now! Don't be mad at me, this is all her fault!"
Whether or not it really was Blairs fault, Soul still got chopped to the ground, grumbling and rubbing his head angrily.
He directed his eyes to Blair, glaring daggers at her, "You. You had better run."
Blair squeaked, once more bounding out of the apartment in a puff of smoke. Soul sighed as he stood, his head still aching. He let himself grin, though. Maybe next time he'd convince Maka to cuddle with him on the couch while she wasn't a furball.
Authors note- I think Maka would look adorable as a cat, just saying. Is that a thing? Feline!Maka. Well if not, it should be.