Kid's Introduction: A new beginning?

***A/N: This is my first, official, soul eater fanfiction, so please be kind and give healthy reviews not one sentence comments that one might find on YouTube. Also, if you are a fan of Soul Eater I have some Soul Eater poems up on here as well. Give them a look, please? If you are already a fan of my work, brilliant! Thanks for checking out more of my stuff. I hope you enjoy this. Also, one last thing, no hate please. Giving you this warning right now, I use FEM Crona, that is how I see Crona and cannot unsee it that way, thanks to the manga, specifically a certain nearly naked picture of her from the manga. SO, if you do not like FEM Crona, leave. Now. Seriously. If you are going to debate all day in the comments or whine about it I don't need you or your idiotic comments glue forever to my story. Please, go elsewhere with that crap. If you don't mind either way and find Crona to be Crona, with or without gender, or simply don't care to the point of it not ruining the story, then please, read on. If you see Crona as a girl, read on. If you see Crona as a boy but you are open-mined, read on. Doesn't matter, as long as I receive no hate-mail or annoying, pests debating gender n my review box. In that end, I apologize for such a long authors note and on the first chapter too! Just wanted to make myself clear, that's all. If you have any concerns or comments, message me. So, without further ado, here is my very first Soul Eater Fanfiction, taken place after the manga (though it still has elements from the show); Soul Eater: Resonance Revolution! Enjoy!***

Hello and Good evening to you all, my name is Death The Kid, named after my father, the late Lord Death. Long ago my father was crowned the first grim reaper, the strongest and most revered so far. All looked toward him for guidance and strength. Yet in the world of light there must always fall darkness and such darkness carried the name Asura. Asura swallowed his weapon and in turn his paranoia, like his many scarves, swallowed him. Thus a Kishin was born, a soul tainted by pure evil.

My father did his best efforts to eradicate the kishin Asura by wrapping him in a bag of his own flesh and sealing him away. This left my father a prisoner, shackled in his efforts to help. So he came up with an idea to create a school for gifted humans called meisters who would wield soul-bound weapons in effort to exterminate the vermin called Kishin. Whoever could collect ninety-nine kishin souls and one witch soul would become my father's personal reaping tool.

This is how the DWMA or the Death Weapon Meister Academy was created with noble purposes but hiding a dark secret just beneath the floorboards. For a while, it seemed, the malevolent kishin slept soundly in the basement of the school but nothing could be peaceful for long. A true wicked witch named Medusa had infiltrated he DWMA, masquerading as the school nurse. With the help of another witch named Eruka Frog and an immortal werewolf named Free with the magic eye of the witch's leader, she was able to overcome all of the careful planning of Professor Stein; the schools scientist, teacher, and the greatest scythe wielder of all time.

With a bit of assistance from Asura's madness we were deceived and Eruka was able to inject black blood, a concoction of Medusa's creation, into Asura which awoke the slumbering evil. Now here we were, me and my comrades, facing a grand battle which would make enemies friends and friends into enemies and would call forth all the powers we had to defeat him, Medusa, and her equally malicious sister Arcane along with her followers called Arachnophobia.

With tedious training and many challenges overcome we were ready to take on Asura at last. Medusa was defeated by her own daughter, Crona and her weapon made of black blood called Ragnarok, while Arcane was taken down by Medusa beforehand. All that was left was the greatest evil we ever faced and it would take all our strengths and unique abilities to destroy him and save Crona from her madness for she was a friend of ours, despite everything that happened.

Maka Albarn, a scythe technician with incredible soul perception, a rare grigori soul, and soul purifying abilities would use Soul "Eater" Evans, her weapon who had black blood and musical soul resonance, to her advantage, while Black*Star, a ninja assassin with the star-clan's blood and an extremely arrogant yet persistent head-strong nature, would use his many talented weapon Tsubaki's enchanted sword mode.

I, on the other hand, was relying on the strength of my two twin pistols Elizabeth and Patty Thompson as well as my own shinigami talents that father had blessedly passed on to me. The greatest ability was to be when the lines of sanzu connected and allowed me passage to all the true powers of a grim reaper. Though we had slain many with our Professors help and the other death scythes such as Miss. Marie from the Oceania district, we could not make impact without something I did.

It was very bold and never done before but I had begged the help of the witches. The hatred of the witches toward our kind was well-deserved as we mercilessly massacred them for the sake of creating a stronger weapon. Yet through my begging and use of a student who was a witch named Kim Diehl I was able to successfully persuade them to join our side. Ever still even with the lines connected, even with Maka's strength, even with the enchanted sword mode Black*Star used finally being met to its fullest potential we could not truly defeat Asura, who I had found out was actually my brother, or save Crona.

Add to that fact that Noah, a man who sought to collect the oddities of the world and put it in his book, and his side-kick Gopher who also possessed a grigori soul, got away. It seemed all was lost and yet we had hope and a considerable amount of enemies defeated. When we returned to earth I was met with the greatest travesty of the war- my father was dead. It was due to the fact that the lines of sanzu were connected and this meant I would take his place, so he had no purpose on this earth. He was gone, without a trace. The "legendary" sword Excalibur made it hard for me to mourn, though, for he would not shut his infernal trap.

Feeling a sense of duty I took up my father's cloak and mask, donning them, and becoming what my destiny, my birth, had entailed me to become. We had a grand ceremony in which I welcomed the witches to live freely without fear of treason or worry. I then labeled Soul Evans as my new death scythe and the last death scythe for there would be no more slaying of witches anymore from that point on. With Miss. Marie expecting Stein's child and a loud, cheerful promise from Maka we were ushered into a new beginning, with me as the new Shinigami Sama, hell-bent on making my father proud and proving his death was not in vain.

The following days had given us the tenacity and perseverance along with attentive, thorough planning that allowed us the ability to finally save Crona and defeat the Kishin once and for all. Crona was shaken with a deep fear, dark circles were around her already sunken in eyes and she would not stop apologizing for all the suffering that had come at her hands, especially the blow she had dealt her own mother. Though her mother was anything but Crona still felt sorrow and anguish for what she had done. Crona was fortunate to be surrounded by such forgiving and friendly company for any other would have her incarcerated or destroyed.

We would have no such thing; Maka especially for Maka was Cronas' best friend in the entire world. Crona was hesitant to come back with us, not wanting to face the world she had helped to destroy. With a lot of talking in to Crona was able to shyly scoot back next to Maka's side and join the new world that was now Asura free. Miss. Marie was very kind-hearted and opened up her and Stein's humble abode to our nervous pink-haired companion and in some way it was like Miss. Marie adopted Crona, doting affection on the motherless girl.

It couldn't be helped that Crona was still edgy and withdrawn with a touch of madness still harbored inside her. I had been noted that Crona was rid of Ragnarok, without any cause and thus Stein sought to do some experiments on Crona but nothing too drastic, now toned down thanks to marital bliss and a soon-to-be fatherhood. After being returned to earth Crona was very zoned out and weak, distanced from people, and spoke to herself often. It was rare to see Crona outside of the stitched-up house Marie and Stein lived in. So we visited her often, in hopes that constant care and loving friendship would heal any wounds she had.

A new world, a new chapter, and a new beginning had started with the healing of Crona and the eradication of the greatest evils we or any other meister had come to face in any century. For a while things were at peace, witches and weapons living in harmony, meisters and mortals hand in hand, and me watching over it all, the dutiful protector of my people as their president, their manager, their boss, their god, their guardian. My duties were no burden; they were an act of valor and gallantry. It was my responsibility and I was proud of that which I had become.

Yet in this new chapter of our lives there was still much danger to be found. Other Kisihins could still be made, Madness still lurked inside Crona and Soul, Noah was out there somewhere, and in the dark of the alleyways there were relentless witches, stubborn in their ways. Even still there were other evils yet to be discovered and challenges yet to be faced. In this world with a delicate balance of order and chaos the scales could be easily tipped by the tiniest of weights. I worry for the people I now must govern, the friends who try to hold onto hope with the tightest of grasps. I can feel the fear in their wavelengths. I must protect them from the approaching doom…but can I? Is this new beginning…to be our end?