This one was a prompt from all-american-anteater and is super old. Rated because of Soul's potty mouth again

Soul figured that someone had slipped him a roofie.

He must have fallen asleep at some point and this was some weird lucid dream because that was the only explanation to the insane things he was imagining. It wouldn't be the first time he dreamt himself in a strange place, running from whatever was chasing him. Only now he was running towards something rather than from it. Or rather, someone.

The party he had been attending was quickly becoming insufferable with every passing second. The elites and high society stood mingling around him in their sparkling cocktail dresses and perfectly fitted suits. With their sophisticated voices they spoke of Wesley, the older Evans boy, for whom the party was in honor of. Isn't his violin playing simply divine? Performing at 12 and becoming world famous 18? What an amazing child! And now at 25 ready to start his second world tour with one of the most prestigious orchestras in all of Europe? What an amazing musician.

But soon the topic change to the other Evans boy. About how strange that he didn't live up to the Evans name. About the child whose piano lessons began at 3. How the Evans' pride turned to fear when the child began to compose. How the child prodigy became the monster prodigy. How they say his music was that of demons, fitting for his appearance. Now he was forbidden to play his own composure until his parents found them "suitable for an audience." Is it really any surprise, though? What with that atrocious name the people had given him? Soul Eater? Really, how could you expect anything but this to happen?

It only took a couple of minutes before the hushed whispers and sideways glances reached Soul. He looked at his watch again for the hundredth time. He figured that 20 minutes would fulfill his promise to Wes to TRY to enjoy himself. He had already spent 15 of those minutes eating and was currently on his third minute of starring menacingly at the guests.

"Blood sucking old hags" he muttered bitterly under his breath.

After glaring at another air headed "lady" his eyes fell on someone who stood by the edge of the crowd. She was so out of place that he was surprised no one had yet to say anything. Mens trousers, black combat boots, and—wait a waistcoat? And were those BUNNY EARS? What kind of person was she? How did someone meant for a costume party stumble to one of the snobbiest gatherings of the year? She paced by the edge of the hedges, impatiently shooting him annoyed looks every 10 seconds. She procured a pocket watch from the waistcoat and Soul could almost hear her gasp. She shot him a look the clearly said "let's go" then ran into the the bushes, leaving behind a stunned Soul.

Before he even really thought about it, he was chasing her. He had never seen eyes so green as hers, and he felt as if he never would again if she left. As he was running he decided that eighteen was close enough to twenty and Wes would understand since Soul didn't want to go in the first place. Not caring who he was ignoring at this point, he chased her and only stopped at a tree grove to catch his breath. He looked up and saw she had stopped as well. Before he could ask her anything though, she spoke.

"Will you hurry up? I hate being late and I've already waited around for the last 20 minutes. If I don't get there at exactly eight Kid will get another one of his fits and you KNOW how much Liz hates that."

Before he could even respond she took something else out of her waistcoat pocket. A book? Why would she need that? Where did that even—

"Ow! What the fuck?!" He yelped, rubbing his head where the spine of the book had made acquaintance with his skull.

"What kind of crazy bunny girl are you?!"

"That's for almost making me late," She practically growled.

"and if you slow me down again there will be worse. And I'm a rabbit for Death's sake!" She finished angrily.

Without another word she began to run again. And without another thought he started chasing her, again. She ran fast. Probably because of those athletic mile-long legs that didn't slip his notice despite the trousers. It also didn't hide her incredible ass and he wished he wasn't so out of breath so that he could at least properly admire it, even if it was strange to see the fluffy cotton tail attached to it.

"Oi, wait up Bunny Girl!" He yelled to her back, worrying he would lose sight of her.

"My name is Maka, not bunny girl, Alice! And I told you I'm a fucking rabbit!" She replied without slowing down.

What had she called him? Alice? He chased her pass the hedges, the roses, the water fountains, until they reached the old burned oak tree that marked the end of his parents' estate.

The tree was gnarled and scorched from a forest fire and only it's shell remained. At it's base laid a hole small enough to be almost unnoticeable in the dark, but big enough to easily fit a person. Without slowing down she jumped into the hole and disappeared. Well Soul wasn't about to go down strange potholes in the middle of nowhere and he sure as heck wasn't going to break his ankle chasing after some girl, even if she was an extremely hot one. Only his brain didn't interpret the message fast enough and before he could fully skid to a stop he was tumbling in after her.