Anthology of Soul Eater

AN: Hey guys! This is the third oneshot of my Anthology of Soul Eater!~

Anywho, here's the thing. You readers can review and tell me what to write about next, I don't promise I'll get to them all though, just fill in this form:

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Without further ado, here is the form for the third chapter;

Subject: Ballet Lessons

Pairing (Optional): Soul/Maka

Requirement: Maka wears a tutu around the house after losing a bet.

Extra: Soul and Blair get Maka Chopped for laughing at her.

"I don't see why you have to be so drastic with the consequences." Maka huffed, shuffling the cards in her hand and handing them out to herself and Soul. It was another boring Saturday night, with no tests to study for and far too much time on her hands.

It was Soul's idea for them to play a game of Poker, or what he called Heads Up. To make the game interesting Soul had put in some "consequences" for the losing player.

"It's only fun if there is something important on the line." Soul smirked.

"Like my dignity?"

"Exactly."

Maka sighed and passed out the cards between them. If she won than Soul promised to do all the housework for a month, and if she lost.. She shivered as the thought came into her mind, her eyes narrowed as she told herself, 'No, I won't lose'. Soul's idea for her dare was even more disturbing than she would ever imagine. Sometimes she couldn't understand men.

"Hey guys!~" Blaire purred as she entered the kitchen, and immediately noticed the tension in the air. "Hey, are you guys alright?"

"We're kinda busy here Blaire, can you quiet down?" Soul barked, rearranging the cards in his hand intently.

Blaire frowned as she looked over at Maka. "Don't tell me you guys are betting." She assumed.

Maka murmured something unintelligible as Soul grinned and replied, "Yes we are. My influence is finally rubbing off on her. She's finally being cool for once too."

If Maka hadn't have been so absorbed by her cards she would have Maka-chopped him for that kind of comment. But she was too busy staring uncomprehendingly at the cards she had picked up.

"Ah, Maka, you look a little flustered." Soul commented, knowing all too well the kind of response that would get him.

"Don't even start with me." Maka grumbled, narrowing her eyebrows and thinking of some sort of strategy to beat Soul with. She would need a miracle to win with these terrible cards. And for every good card she didn't have Soul definitely had across from her, what kind of thoughts were going through his head now?

Heh, I've got the upper-hand here, Soul smugly realized soon after receiving his cards. Now all of his days playing against Black*Star got him here, even though Black*Star was a terrible cheater when it came to cards. Soul felt a sort of pride welling up inside him, but decided to keep it to himself, resolving that laughing maniacally would definitely be uncool. Just for the hell of it and to piss Maka off he purposely took his time choosing his cards, even though any of them would do.

Blaire had pulled up a chair and watched the two intently, trying to not make any noise to further bother the two. She secretly wondered what the bet was between the two. It was obvious Soul was going to win, he had the smug grin on his face already, even though it was obvious he was trying to cover it up. The cat mused how easy it would to win at Poker against these two, if neither or them could keep a straight face.

Needless to say it was a long night of playing, mostly because of Soul's prolonged card picking and Maka's pride that couldn't believe she was losing.

"Well, game over." Soul announced, collecting the cards and putting them back into a deck.

Maka's face was on the top of the table as she mumbled, "I can't believe I lost. To you."

"Tomorrow is going to be fun." Was all Soul had to say about that. He knew he wouldn't possibly lose against Maka, or else he'd be damned doing all the housework for a month. But he wondered if he made the consequence a little too hard for Maka. The thought passed through his head once before going straight out the other ear, it was her fault for going against him in the first place.

Maka suddenly looked up from the table and disbelievingly asked, "You're really wanting me to go through with this?"
"Duh. Wasn't that what I was winning for?" Soul played the Cheshire grin on his face as he replied. "You're not going to go back on your word, are you?"

"You know I don't do that." Maka responded flatly.

"Good. Then I'll see you in the morning." The boy waved good night to the girl before walking into his room to prevent further nagging on the topic. He was going to have to be wide awake tomorrow morning to see her punishment take place.

"Maka!~" Blaire knocked on Maka's door furiously as she sang, "Soul told me about the dare! You can't stay in your room all day either. Soul said it's one of the rules!"

The cat frowned slightly as Maka didn't reply. Soul was going to be so disappointed, Blaire thought faintly to herself. And the dare didn't seem that serious; hell, she would even do it if Soul had asked her to. But no, it was Maka who had to go through with this and she might not even get out of her room. Maybe she didn't want to do this because she thought Soul would see her underwear. It made more sense to her than anything else.

"Maka! I can let you borrow some of my lingerie if it makes you feel better!"

Still no reply.

Blaire sighed as she trudged back into the kitchen to give the results to Soul. Soul was sitting at the table, leaning his chair back with feet propped up on the table. He looked up as the girl walked in, mild disappointment on his face.

"She's not coming out?" Soul confirmed.

"Nope. She hasn't said a word, and I even offered to let her borrow my underwear." Blaire complained, sinking into the chair next to Soul.

Soul didn't even want to process what Blaire had just told him, but because of his "young boy imagination" as Stein sometimes called it his mind started to wander.

"Good morning guys." Maka's voice called out before appearing in the kitchen.

Soul's mouth dropped to the floor as he tried to stifle in a laugh. Maka looked ridiculous with her pink tutu on and white stockings. Almost resembled something from a fairy-tale, or the Tooth Fairy gone horribly wrong. Maka's face warned them both to not laugh at her costume.

"Hahaha, you look hilarious!" Blaire rolled her head on the kitchen table as she laughed at the girl.

You would never believe how hard it is not to laugh hysterically when the person next to you is doing just that. Soul's barrier of emotion broke as he closed his eyes and laughed.

"Haha, best, haha, dare ever!" Soul cried out.

They were both met with a big Maka-chop to the head as Soul fell down onto the ground with a huge bump on his head and Blaire rubbed her head wound.

"This ballerina's got nerve." Blaire complained.

"And a Maka-chop to match." Added Soul.

Maka smiled as she dusted off her tutu one more time before walking back into her room. Not before twirling around once in the tutu, of course, it was so hard to resist. ~

AN: Just a cute little one I decided to quickly type up. ^_^ Just to set the record straight; no, I don't know how to play Poker or even the mechanics of the game. XD Sooo yeah, I tried to not make it so centered on the playing of the game itself but more on Soul and Maka's thoughts. Sorry for the lack of description on Maka's tutu, it's just so hard to imagine myself~ But I bet somewhere inside her Maka is liking the tutu! ;D

Anyways, keep reviewing! I love your reviews!~ :3 Keep sending in forms for future one-shots too! Love ya guys~