I am so going to end up continuing this later on for this challenge.

Tulip - Fame

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under the desk

He nearly knocks the vase of tulips off her desk when he dives under it.

The tiny blond woman is yelling and brandishing a book (in a really threatening way) but he's more afraid of his brother than he is of her right now. "Shhh! I just need to hide! Shh!"

"Who in the hell do you think you are!? Get out from under there!" She kept pulling down her skirt and trying to beat him with the book she was still holding.

"My brother is literally going to murder me!"

"How is that my problem!?"

Footsteps (more like thundering elephants) were drawing closer and Soul finally grabbed her behind her knees and pulled her and her rolling chair forward so it looked like she was just sitting at her desk normally. The fact that he was now currently basically kissing her knees was aside from the point. It was pretty clean under her desk, Soul would admit, he was a little impressed.

"Just let me hide. Please." he hisses.

"Why should I?"

"I'll make it worth it. Honest."

She hazards a glance down at him, he's got to look pretty pathetic because she glares and is about to say something right until Soul can literally hear his brother panting.

"Miss, I am so sorry. Have you seen a guy, looks like me but not as handsome, probably came tearing through here like five minutes ago?"

Wes is an asshole and if he hadn't just played the best prank ever on his brother, he would care more. Heh, he totally owned his brother. Even though he is now hiding under a desk with some poor hotel receptionist's very long legs in front of him.

"Messy white hair? Rumpled suit?" she says.

"Yes! Yes that's him!" Shit, Wes really is going to kill him if he gets his hands on him. Oh please oh please oh please, tiny woman, do not let him down!

"He went that way."

"You're a saint!" From what Soul can hear Wes is already running in whatever direction she pointed to. He waits a few moments until he is absolutely sure that he's gone and then lets out a long sigh. Which makes the woman he's using to hide shiver.

Soul scoots out from under the desk but stays seated on the floor looking up at her. "You. You just saved my life. Thank you." He squints at her plain black blazer (huh, never figured something so boring could be so…hot) to find her name tag, "Maka. Thank you."

She just glares at him. "Who was that. Why are you hiding from him. And who the hell are you?"

It has been a long time since anyone except Wes has spoken to him like that. It's kind of really refreshing.

"That was my older brother. I kinda just pranked the pants off him. Literally. It was awesome. I'm Soul." He grins at her.

Maka scowls at him, but then goes pale. Very pale. "Soul…as in Prince Soul?"

Damn, so she does know who he is. "Yeah, that's me."

"And that was Crown Prince Wes?"

"Yup."

She's still pretty pale.

"So since you helped me out, I owe you one. Prince's word." He grins at her again and is pretty pleased with the way her cheeks turn pink. "Let me know if you need something, Maka."

He kinda hopes she takes him up on the offer.