Announcement: I apologize for not writing anything these past two weeks. I was preoccupied with tons of stuff going on. You know, it's summer... So, beach of course! ^^ I know this won't make up for my absence, but hopefully you'll enjoy a little of it...

You know, out of all the stories I've ever written, I do believe I've never put Blair in any of them... Well, I guess it's about time I do! And what an appropriate them I've chosen for her, too!

Disclaimer: -sadface-

23. Cat

Maka was pissed to say the least. Her attitude was perfectly fine when she woke up. In fact, she felt that it was going to be a very productive day, since it was Saturday and she and Soul were going to clean the house so they could move their new 42" flat screen TV into the living room. But all it took was one little thing to set her off. And that little thing just happened to crawl on four legs and wear a tall, purple witch hat.

Earlier that morning

"BLAIR! Ahh!" Soul's face was bombarded by two very supple melons belonging to a young seductress. His nose became a fountain of blood, as it constantly flowed out.

Maka had heard it from the kitchen. And as soon as she did, she grabbed the closest thing that was near her (a book), opened Soul's door and threw the book at Soul. "Soul, how dare you do such a thing!"

"Uhhh. Not cool." Soul gripped his head in pain. He was such a pervert and he knew it. Blair loved taking advantage of Soul because she was quite the prankster, and she loved getting Soul all riled up so early in the morning.

"Soul, don't you want to play with me?" Blair's tone was quite convincing. But not enough to fool Soul. He leaned back up tried to push Blair away from him. A puff of smoke clouded the room and out came Blair in her cat form. She jumped off the bed and pranced to the kitchen for some food.

"I hate waking up like this. Now Maka will always think of me as a pervert." Soul slapped himself on the forehead.

"That's because you are a pervert, Soul." Maka said from the doorway. "Now get up and eat some breakfast. We have to clean the room today, remember?" She stomped down the hallway, in a really bad mood.

"Well, maybe I would've remembered if you hadn't bashed my skull in so many times!" Soul shouted from the edge of his bed. He was thoroughly irritated.

Back in the present

Soul and Maka were cleaning the living room in silence. The incident that occurred was still fresh in their minds and both were mad because of what happened. Soul was moving the furniture around and Maka was cleaning certain parts of the living room. She stopped her motions and mumbled something. Soul couldn't quite hear was she said, so he turned around and asked.

"Maka, what did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything, Soul." Maka still sounded a little irritated from this morning.

"No, you said something." Soul was pushing it.

"All I said was that I hate that damn cat and I wish she would find a different place to live, that's all." She quickly went back to her work, trying to forget what happened this morning. Soul winced at her tone of voice. Obviously the memory from this morning was still bothering her. He tried not to let that get him down and continue to clean the living room. After two hours of constantly moving things around, they finally made the perfect space for their new TV and stereo system. The space would've been made faster, but Maka kept insisting that they just clean the whole living room instead of just making space for the TV.

"Alright. The delivery guys should be here soon. I guess we'll just... wait around. DON'T do anything perverted while I'm in my room, Soul." Apparently, Maka still wasn't going to let it go.

"Mm." Soul nodded in response and watched her walk down the hall. She is in such a bad mood. More than usual. It wasn't like her to be irritated from that one incident for so long. Soul continued to think of more reasons as to why Maka was still mad. Maybe something bad happened earlier this morning. Did I forget something?I'm pretty sure it's not her birthday... Does she have her period- "Ew. That's so uncool to think about." Soul blocked out his thoughts by grabbing his mp3 player and listening to some jazz music.

One hour later, there was a knock on the door. Soul was still listening to his music. Maka came out of her room to find him nodding his head to the beat. She sighed and rolled her eyes at him. He noticed it and gave her a 'what's was that for?' look. She opened the door and greeted the delivery guys outside. Soul noticed them and pulled his earphones out. He put them down on the coffee table and walked towards the door.

"Hi. The TV goes right there on that wall." Maka pointed at the empty space on the wall next to the sound system. They walked to the wall and started pulling out their tools. After a minute of measuring the wall, they began installing the TV. Maka continued to watch them like a hawk, while Soul went back to listening to his music. It took them forty-five minutes to get the thing on the wall and hooked up to the cable. But, when it turned on it was beautiful. Maka thanked them for their time and closed the door. Soul was still sitting on the couch, except now he was watching shows on their brand new TV. Maka looked at him, still irritated from this morning.

"You know, Soul... You should do something more productive with your life." Maka gave him a sour look.

"He looked up at Maka and looked a little irked. "Maka, what is your problem? Why are you so angry at me?"

"You should know why I'm angry, Soul! It's all your fault, anyways!" She balled her hands into fists and yelled at him.

"If you're talking about the incident that happened this morning, then I'm not going to apologize for that. It wasn't my fault, Maka! Blair is the one that always jumps me! I can't control what she's doing to me!"

"And why shouldn't you be responsible for the... "things" that happen to your body?" Maka yelled at Soul. She was getting more and more annoyed at him.

"Maka, I'm a guy for Death's sake! There are just some things I cannot control. And if you don't like her living here, why don't you just tell her to move out?" Soul yelled back at her with as much force and attitude as Maka had.

She stood there and thought about it for a moment. Slowly thinking about what Soul had just said. She crossed her arms and looked up in wonder. Then she tapped her foot on the floor and grabbed her chin to think about it some more. "Hmm... maybe you're right, Soul." Maka's arms returned to her sides in a calm manner. She didn't look mad anymore. Which was a good sign.

"Maybe you should think about these things before you go blaming me all the time." Soul sighed.

"Just because I said you were right, doesn't mean you were right about everything." She gave Soul the death glare. "I'm not going to forgive you so easily for this one, Soul." She blew out a large breath of hot air and marched down the hallway to her room, slamming the door shut for the night.

Soul sighed again that night and looked at the hallway. "Girls. I never understand them." He scratched his head. "I guess that means I have the TV all to myself tonight." He smirked and once again took his place on the couch to lounge there for the rest of the night.

The End! Sorry if it wasn't a great chapter. Honestly, I lose my inspiration way too early in my stories. And then I have these sucky endings for you guys. I'm sorry.