Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER AT ALL! THE ONLY THING I OWN IS MY CHARACTER AND THIS STORY IDEA.
"I am Kira Aretha Oukami. I have many names in this world such as the Black Soul, Soul Link, or the witch. I'm a weapon at the DWMA otherwise known as the Death Weapon Meister Academy. I'm here with special circumstances as a weapon and a witch, see I have many special powers that no other witch, no other soul, no other weapon has. Lord Death himself has acknowledged my value to the DWMA and has given me blessing to do as I deem fit within the restrictions of my mission. I must do the one thing I have always sworn upon doing, purifying the souls that are tainted black."
Preface
Death City, Nevada, home to the DWMA, the world renown school for meisters and weapons. This is a place to train to defeat kishins that riddle the world with madness and insanity. Little did I know at the time, that this school would be the base for the sanity left in the world.
Earlier this year a kishin was reborn to the world and was later defeated by some students from the DWMA. This became the foundation for hope and courage all around the world. Fourteen years of living as a weapon in a family who despises all weapons I finally found the courage to leave my home in Germany and travel to the DWMA in the U.S.A. No matter how long it took or how far away it was, my mission at that time was to get there. A place that I knew for a fact that I would be at ease and be equal with other weapons.
I found out on my own that I could match any wavelength thrown at me, so in turn I had many meisters that I resonated with. Within a few months of leaving home I had already had seven meisters, some of which left me behind, three of them however, had been killed by a witch. The witch Elisabeth killed my meister, Wendell, when my witch powers awoke and just before I killed her she explained the unlikely hood of there ever being another witch/weapon combo again. She mutters a insincere apology about attacking a fellow witch. I told her that I will never follow any witches rules, and with that said, I snapped her neck. With her witch soul and dozens of kishin souls, I now could probably be a Death Scythe.
After Wendell died I refused to take on another meister in fear of losing someone so close to me again. I decided when I left home that I would take my time and get as much experience as I could before arriving at the DWMA. From Germany I walked on foot to Austria and through France into Spain. While I spend some of my time in Spain a new power arose, every time I would make physical contact with someone I would be able to read their soul and see the insanity and chaotic wavelength that came with it. If the insanity wasn't bad then the wavelength was normal, but the harsh reality was that madness that I didn't want to face, was present in everyone that I met. This power came as a shocking help and a furious reminder of the harsh world around us.
Shortly afterwards I left Spain on boat to Florida of the United States of America. I met my bunk mate, an eighteen year old girl named Robin. She was very kind and was someone I could talk to. Though I had put some thought into asking her to be my meister I never asked, nor told her that I was a weapon. She asked about my past but never pushed the fact if I didn't tell her something. After arriving in Florida she accompanied me to the Louisiana-Texas border, near her home town. In that time frame we had stopped to kill some time in a town. She offered to go shopping and as we were we past a store with a TV in the window. The TV was playing a young woman singing with another man playing a piano behind her. I stopped to watch and began to realize what I was watching. Course Robin didn't ask about it but that lady was my older sister, and the pianist was a member of the Evans family. The Evans family were well known for their musical background and my family, the Oukami family, has a long blood line of singers that very famous in Germany, and now in the U.S.
Leaving Robin proved to be more difficult than I had thought it would be. Despite that we never resonated together, she was almost like a meister to me. Having that support beam for myself was the thing that kept me moving towards my goal of reaching the DWMA. Without her there I found myself falling short of my goal more often then normal. I fought with kishins and sometimes I'd win and sometimes I would lose.
Finally, having nearly spend eight months to get here, I arrive in the small out of the way city of Death City, home of the DWMA and my new home hopefully for a while. For me the first line of business is to get somewhere to stay. I have enough money for a small apartment on the market end of town. The small, one bedroom apartment is slightly furbished so I got straight there to sleep for the night. In the morning I find a morning job of delivering the paper around the area. Its an easy job that won't interfere with my nighttime kishin hunts. With a little extra money I look into buying more clothes and at lunch buy a simple sandwich with some apples for later from the market.
At this time I was, in my own way, living normally as a human. Over time I had more money and slowly readjusted to being in such close proximities of other people. To most people I was just another normal person living in the city, some how hiding my weapon and witch tendencies from the city and the DWMA. Though I knew that I couldn't hide forever and I never planed on hiding for even this long, but just like everyone has a little bit of insanity inside of them, everyone even me has a little bit of fear in that mix also. I was lucky so far, but how long would luck last me?
My name is Kira Aretha Oukami, I am a weapon and a witch with the power through physical contact to read the soul and insanity of the person I have touched. I also found that I can match anyone's wavelength and can force a resonate with anyone, though I have only done it once and it was accidental. My family is a line of famous singers that has always worked with the Evans family. I also can purify a soul before is becomes and egg of a kishin. In that sense I have beginning to call myself the Black Soul.
Suddenly I feel as if all my luck has finally ran out…
Just so we are all clear, I love criticism but if you can't be nice about the criticism then don't review it. I would appreciate any feed back and/or PM from anyone. Also this is taking place after the anime seeing as I haven't read the manga yet. Let me know what you all think!
~Kira the Black Soul~
