A short almost filler chapter. Why almost? And why filter? Well because there's not a lot except for a few minor things relating to the plot and it's 3 pages shorter than my other chapters. So, yes, it is short, but I still like it. X3 Gives me a chance to try something a tad bit more serious.
Disclaimer: Don't own Soul Eater. I want a SE T-shirt though. It's only 65 bucks plus shipping.
Wind whipped him in the face as Soul made his way home on his motorcycle, the engine loud in his ears. Get home, get something to eat, take a shower. That was the next plan. Maybe not in that exact order, though. He was already close to home as it was. Soul hoped that Blair was off parading around as a cat instead of waiting to ambush him at home. He pulled into the garage of the building, knowing that today his luck wasn't that good. If anything the cat would be naked, dripping wet, and standing in front of the door waiting for him. And this time there was no Maka to save him. With this oddly depressing thought in mind, why it was depressing he was trying to figure out, Soul tromped his way up the flights of stairs to the floor his and Maka's apartment was on.
Bags dangling from his wrist once more, the weapon trudged down the halls, passing numerous other doors to get to the all too familiar one. He dug around in his pants pocket for the key, finding the evasive little piece of metal with a few minor difficulties. The key slid into the lock with ease. The bolt clicked and signaled the unlocking of the door. At least one thing was going right today.
Soul opened the door to the little place, bracing himself for the ambush by the witch. But it never came. He sighed in relief, dumping the bags on the kitchen table. Some peace and quiet. It was about time. After all that hustle and bustle down at the mall Soul was ready to enjoy every second of this peace, something that didn't happen often in the same household as Blair. And what a better time to spend this silence then taking a shower? Soul shed his black jacket, tossing it into his room, and grabbing a towel out of the hall closet. He would have the run of the house for a while yet. Perfect.
And the bathroom was Blair free! He tossed the towel onto the counter, starting the shower. Making sure the temperature to the water was just right first, Soul then proceeded to strip, stepping under the shower head. Water drops pelted against his body in a rather soothing manner. Soul stood in the shower for a bit, just letting the water run over him, thinking. Why was what Black Star said getting the better of him? So he lived in the same house as her, big deal. Black Star lived in the same place as Tsubaki and that didn't mean anything. And it wasn't like they were here alone. Blair took up residence in the apartment too.
How much time passed before he finally washed his hair he didn't know, but Soul had yet to reach a conclusion on his thoughts. He turned the water off, stepping out of the shower and snatching up the awaiting towel. Soul took his time in towel drying himself off, slipping on some boxers of his. He would worry about getting fully dressed after he had a quick snack. It wasn't like he had to think hard on his outfit choice. A dark t-shirt, hoodie, some jeans and he could get away with the skater punk look. Sadly, he was sure he would have to leave his headband at home.
Wrapping the towel around his shoulders Soul exited the bathroom. The house was eerily quiet, more so than when he had first started his shower. Soul paused in the hallway, catching a glimpse of purple before he was attacked by the cat witch Blair, her arms wrapping around him and holding him close to her large sized chest. "Sooouuuullll!" she purred, rubbing her face on his still wet hair. Nose bleed was imminent. And right after his shower too. And this time there was no Maka to save him.
"Hm? Is Maka home?" Blair looked up, loosening her hold on the poor white haired boy. He would have to find his own way out of this, sadly. It wasn't that he didn't like Blair and her oddly soft assets, it was the fact that if Maka chose to walk through the door then and there, he was screwed. More than screwed he was six feet under with no gravestone. "Oooh, what's this?" The cat witch let go of Soul, leaving him standing there trying to figure out what had just happened in the past few moments. By the time he got his senses together Blair was at the table, holding up the little bag with Maka's present in it.
And his heart stopped. If Blair got a hold of that there was no telling what she would do! "Blair! No!" He took a grab towards the bag, but the taller female kept it out of his reach, the old cat curiosity showing. "Give me the bag!" Soul growled. He didn't want to resort to violence, he really didn't. Especially not after the pain in the ass mission him and Maka had to go through because of the stupid feline only to end up back at square one. He lost every soul they had gathered, she lived at his house, she harassed him on a daily basis, and now Blair was pulling this! Soul jumped for the bag, only to have Blair turn to keep it out of his grasp. Sadly, grace was not with the boy and he tripped upon landing, tumbling into the kitchen.
And that was all the time Blair needed to get the box out of the bag.
Soul could only watch as she opened the little box, eyes going wide and a grin crossing her face. "Is this for Maka?" And there it was. The sly grin everyone seemed to be wearing today. "Blair knew it! You love her!" She still kept the little box in hand, even as Soul stood and tried to snatch it away once more.
"Do not! Now give it back!"
"Then why do you want it back so badly?" teased Blair. "Maybe Blair will just keep it."
This was getting irritating. He needed it back! That was Maka's necklace, dammit. "Maybe because I paid a lot of money for that!" Another futile attempt to get the precious jewelry back. Why did Blair have to be so friggin' tall?!
"You're own money? How cool of you, Soul."
That was it. He was going to get it back if it was the last thing he did! It may not be cool of him- like jumping around shouting had been?- but Blair could not keep that necklace! So, he decided to to something other than jump in circles, pulled along by a leash into Blair's little taunts. Soul would end this here and now. In a desperate attempt to get back what was his, Soul lunged once more for the little box in the cat's grip. However, luck had other ideas and he slipped on a rug, tripping right into Blair and sending both of them down to the ground. It worked in his favor, however.
Soul had landed on top of Blair, the cat on her stomach below him and holding the box out at arms length. "Give it to me, Blair!" he ordered, making sure to pin her there so she couldn't escape. Or not easily. What he didn't get is that she didn't even try to struggle.
"Nyaaa! Soul's hurting Blair!" she cried out.
"I am not. Just give me the box!" She let out another little moan.
And that was when Soul heard it. The dropping of bags and the contents within them as well as keys. He froze, having a horrifying feeling he knew what was behind him. His back was to the door and the only other person with keys besides him was-.
Slowly, he turned, half surprised to see Maka standing in the doorway with one hand still on the doorknob and her eyes latched into him. What got to him the most, what chilled him to the core, was the hurt, shock, and betrayal Maka allowed her eyes to give away. Not to mention the tears she was trying to hold back. She abruptly turned, taking off down the hall and leaving what she had dropped behind. What did Maka think they were doing?! Wait... Oh God no.
"Maka!" He scrambled off of Blair, not even giving the cat a look as he tore off after his meister. "Maka, it's not that! Will you wait?!" She didn't slow down, if anything Maka only increased her pace. Why wasn't she willing to listen? At least he was catching up.
She took a sharp turn and it wasn't until he ran face first into a thick door that Soul remembered that was where the stairwell was. By the force behind that door, Maka must have meant to slam it. His nose hurt. Ignoring that pain for now, he opened the door to the stairs, not surprised to see that Maka was no where to be seen. Hopefully she didn't do anything stupid. Soul couldn't chase after her right at that moment any more than he had already, as walking around in nothing but your boxers wasn't the best thing in the world to do.
"Not cool," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. This was not turning out to be a great day. Soul slowly made his way back to the apartment. He would have to make this up to Maka. Wait, why should he be the one to? She's the one who got the wrong idea and didn't wait for an explanation. He had tried to tell her what was going on, but Maka wouldn't listen.
Soul shut the door behind him, going to pick up the towel that had fallen from his shoulders earlier in the mayhem and the collapsing on the couch. Blair, now in cat form and with the little black box held gingerly in her jaws, jumped up onto the seat next to him, setting the box down on his leg. "Blair didn't mean for it to end like that."
He could blame Blair, he had ever right to! If it hadn't been for her taking the bag none of this would have happened. But he looked down at the little box sitting on his leg and slouched lower on the couch, scratching at the very base of Blair's ears. Soul couldn't help but feel like this had been more his fault than anything.
"Blair will go find Maka!" The cat brightened up, tail flicking high in the air.
If that was the case he'd be stuck back in the silence of the home. Soul lifted himself off of the couch, settling on getting dressed and heading to Kid's house. At least there he would have something to do. His eyes traveled to the forgotten bags. Party supplies were spilling out of one, the other holding the logo of his favorite store. Well, he might as well get the bags away from the door and let Blair out while he was at it.
The purple cat was already ahead of him, waiting patiently at the door for Soul to open it and let her begin her search. Picking up the bags, Soul opened the door enough for Blair to squeeze out before closing it behind her. The party things were set right next to the bags he had brought home on the table, the other being brought with him into his room. Upon closer inspection of the clothing items, Soul only saw the hoodie and jeans. Maka must have put the tank top back. He dumped the bag's contents onto his bed before going over to his closet to find a shirt. That band T-shirt Black Star had gotten him for his birthday a few years back would work. He found it in the back behind a few other things he hadn't worn before. The tags were still on it.
Tags had to be ripped off of all three items of clothing before Soul could put them on. The T-shirt was a bit baggy, but that was to be expected. He snatched his keys and wallet from his other pants from earlier that day, slipping them into the pockets of the ones he was currently wearing. Pausing only to grab the bags that were needed and Maka's keys, Soul trudged out of the house, locking the door behind him. Hopefully she didn't come back to the house while he was gone.
Walking to the shinigami's house was on Soul's mind. It would give him time to think. Hopefully Maka would be willing to listen to Blair. If the cat ever found her, that is. Once again he hoped that she wouldn't do anything stupid.
And that, my friends, is the end of this chapter. I plan on skipping directly to when Soul's at Kid's house in the beginning of the next chapter because I'm running out of original and non overused thoughts for Soul to have in this story. Lol.
Oh! Before I forget! Go read Miki-chi's SE fic! It's a lot more awesome than this and twice as fun to read! Epic Black Star and Soul there is.