"I'm here for the soul o- eep!" the girl said diving out of the way to avoid being hit by Kanda's level one anti-akuma sword strike.
Yuu Kanda was an exorcist in the Black Order, sworn to remove any and all akuma, beasts that trapped the souls of others to survive. His long dark blue hair was usually, if not always, pulled up into a ponytail, save for his bangs, and the shorter pieces that wouldn't stay pulled up.
The level one akuma, tried to avoid Kanda's attack, but being a large and balloon looking thing with a face and guns pointed at Kanda, it hardly moved at all. The sword strike sliced neatly through the center of the akuma, dissolving it, as well as freeing the trapped soul inside.
Kanda used to wish that he had Allen Walker's ability to see akuma in their human forms. It would make his life a whole lot easier, what with his job being hunting akuma on a daily basis. But, he wasn't willing to let an akuma poke his eye out for that.
"Hey! You! Soul! I need you!" the girl said scrambling forward on all fours to, what looked like, stick her hand into the netherworld and pull the soul out.
Kanda's eye widened slightly, having this been the first time he had ever seen a trapped soul. It looked like a bony skeleton curled up with Millennium Earl's, the akuma creator, aura surrounding it in a purply cloud. Kanda was suddenly glad he didn't have Allen's sight.
The soul let out a blood curling shriek. Kanda covered his mouth with his hand trying to stiffle the laugh that wanted to escape. The way the soul struggled against the girl's hold, reminded him of a child struggling in his mother's grasp.
"Not funny." the girl snapped, pointing her finger at Kanda. He held up his hands in mock surrender. No need to get touchy, he thought.
The girl opened a pouch in her belt and began stuffing the soul inside in an almost comical way. "Get…in…there!" she grunted. After a four of five hard shoves, she sighed happily. "I hate soul hunting." she said her smile turning into one of disgust. "Well, see ya!" she said the smile back on her face almost instantly. She turned and made as if to run right, but stopped when Kanda's voice stopped her.
"Who are you?" he asked his voice scratchy from unuse. He cleared his throat and waited for her answer hopping that she would just give him her name and not her entire life story.
She put her foot back on the ground, and pivoted around with a smile. "Finally. He speaks." she said tilting her head to the side and placing a hand on her hips. In the dark lighting of the theater, Kanda thought that her hair must have been black, but probably was mistaken since he couldn't see well. If fell off her shoulders in a shower of hair, and ended in the middle of her back. She blew her bangs out of her face.
"And since you asked.." she started to say. Kanda almost groaned. No life story for him.
"If you are preparing to tell me your whole life story, save it. I was curious for a name, not a life story." Kanda said turning around, his long coat swinging out around him before settling down. He marched out of the theater feeling his long hair bounce against his shoulders.
He stepped out into the broad daylight and out a hand up to sheild his eyes from the glaring sun. He looked around the building and the surrounding area, hopping to find her Finder, but didn't see him anywhere. that's funny. I thought I told him to stay nearby. I hope he's alright… Kanda thought idly. Nevertheless, he moved on.
"Wait, boy who is in a bad mood!" the girl from the theater appeared in front of him, looking like she was running left.
Kanda stopped. She's more persistent that Allen. When he thought her hair was black, out in the sunlight he realized that it was so red, it almost was black. Straight as a pin too.
"My name is Saria Mortmain. Third daughter of Lord Death." She said holding her hand out in greeting. He stared at he hand.
"Lord Death?" he questioned ignoring her hand. She dropped it awkwardly, then shrugged.
"You don't like life stories." she said throwing his words back at him. He winced. Had he really been that rude?
Kanda took a few steps away from her, hearing her sigh in defeat, before he turned halfway back around to summon her to follow him.
Still not seeing his Finder, Kanda continued on knowing that sooner or later he would turn up.
"So why the name Mortmain?" Kanda asked. He and Saria were sitting in an outdoor café talking. If he asked a question, she would answer and then give a question about himself, or the Black Order.
"Mort, in Latin, means Death. Death main. Main Death Family. What is innocence?" she replied.
"Innocence is also known as Tai Akuma buki; literally meaning Verses Akuma Weapon. When invoked by an Acommodator and as the Crystal of God by those who first used it seven thousand years ago, it is the weapon the Exorcists use to defeat and purify Akuma." Kanda answered. Thinking about Mugen, his sword being made of innocence was something he never really thought about. "What is soul hunting?" Kanda asked.
Saria thought about for a moment before answering, "Collecting souls for my father to judge."
Kanda nodded his head waiting for her question. This entire time he was hopping that she wouldn't ask where he was from.
"Where are you from?" He mentally cursed.
"I am formerly from the Asian Branch of the Black Order. I was moved…later because of a few complications happening." he said truthfully. Now if he could only find a question to take her mind off the "complications". "Who is Lord Death?"
She pondered that. "He's the over seer of death. Though he hates family reunuions because his brother- our uncle- keeps stealing souls unrightfully." she said. This sounded familiar to Kanda, so he went a head and asked he another question. "Who is your uncle?"
If she noticed anything about the game, she didn't say anything. "That stupid egotistical maniac Millennium Earl." She grumbled. Kanda was silent. What was he supposed to do now that he knew she was his niece.
Thankfully Kanda's Finder, Tony showed up out of breath and panting. "Master Kanda…I…found…you." he said panting.
Kanda stood up, nodding at Saria who was sitting in silence staring into her drink. "Saria." he said in a formal goodbye. He allowed a small smile to show through before moving on. He had actually preferred her company to Allen's, but since they were ao much alike there wasn't much difference.
"Kanda," she said, "I think you might like my sister." Kanda snorted but other wise gave no sign of hearing her.