It was a dark and timid night and small flickers of lights seemed to scream help. As two dark figures flashed from street to street. Brawling. No human nor kishan soul was about. Hiding in there houses as the famous DWMA student Maka Albarn and her weapon partner Soul fought.
"Soul I don't think this guy is giving up. It seems he keeps recreating his very own limbs."
"Don't worry Maka just keep going we can do this."
The two friend could never be separated and they knew one thing that even if one was to die the other would always live on in the glory of the others name. This kishan soul(A soul crupt by evil) was much different from the others they met. He could fade into the dark and reappear somewhere else. He whore a demon mask and when Maka looked into his soul he didn't seem the same as all the other demons they have fought.
Maka came to s skid "Who are you? You're no kishan."
All the black figure did was breathe.
No reply so Soul screamed, "Hey asshole! Answer us who are you!"
The black figure took off his mask and reveal a human face. A young man in about his late teens with orange hair in a black rob with a tall sword to his side. He seemed very depressed.
" My name is Ichigo i am a demon hunter and you are a couple of very intelligent demons. Well at least that talking synth of yours is, but I have never seen a couple of demons put up such a strong fight so i started to think you where a hollow with a demon weapon."
"Well we aren't where are a couple of DMWA students trying to get 99 evil souls."
Two young groups meet together for the first time as rivals.