Red String – A Collection of Jigoku Shoujo One Shots

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Hell Boat: 1

Jigoku Tenshi

It was pitch black in this hell. Pale fingers trembled and curled around the straw doll, the wind rippling through black locks that frayed and punctured the faint sparkling lights of the stars above with their secluded darkness. Tears hit like bullets against the small straw article of vengeance. It was almost serene, that something so small could set this weeping girl free from all her suffering…for a while at least.

But was it really worth it? An eternity of hell…she at best had seventy years of life left. But an eternity in hell…? Was it truly worth the release of her suffering here on earth only to go to hell in the end and rediscover her torture? Sickly honey colored eyes yellowed in the moonlight rose to the stars as a strangled cry ripped past her chapped lips. Could she do it? Could she really pull the red string?

"Izumi-chan!"

Honey colored eyes flickered open slowly, a groan pushing past full chapped lips. It had been another long night for the raven haired beauty. She rolled over as another cry of her name rang out throughout the house. Finally her door burst open and a little boy with tufts of brown hair sticking to his face in places and a towel wrapped tight around his face glared towards the tired femme with heated honey glazed eyes.

"Don't you hear mom calling you Neechan!? Answer her already its annoying!"

Another groan echoed in to the room as the girl forced herself from her bed, her younger brother snorted and padded out of the room a small puddle laying in his wake.

In the far corner of the girl's room, a beautiful green eye sparkled in to view. It watched her with an almost curious indignation before closing as her range of site moved towards its location.

Outside opposite the girls bedroom window, located high up on the roof of the neighboring apartment complex's roof stood Ichimoku Ren. His green eyes glistened with the sun, his hatred for the situation palpable on the on the air.

"You seem agitated Moku."

"You would be too…She's entered that wretched mans name in and deleted it every night for the past two months. Her indecision is wearing on me, does she like what he does to her?"

He turned blazing green eyes on to the vixen beside him; Honeonna was as beautiful as she was old. The thought brought a small smile to his lips as the wind picked up, blowing their black hair in unison to its whistling melody.

"Her mother…Her mother has known for years and has done nothing. I'll never understand these humans…"

Honeonna said nothing, merely turned her listless eyes to the house's front door. The young girl with her flowing black locks and honey colored eyes that looked so much like their precious mistress with her lifelessly bored expression and her hair style moved with a sort of stumbling grace the young boy having to move just a touch faster than his normal gate to keep up with his elder sister.

Honey eyes turned very carefully towards the roof, she had felt eyes so intent in their gaze on her neck that it had aggravated her in to action. But nothing was there…nothing was ever behind her when she turned. She'd only been feeling this way since she'd accessed the site. She could only gather the Devil must be angry that she'd continuously accessed with a pent up hatred so great that the need to release was self destructive and then waited until it was to late to send before quietly clicking the white X and going to bed.

"Izumi! Good morning!"

Lifeless honey eyes turned their sickly sweet gaze to the girl that had approached her.

"Aiya…Good morning."

"Mou! Izumi-chan where's your holiday spirit? Its white day after all!"

"White…Day?"

"Mhm! I bet you'll get lots of chocolate this year too Izumi! I can't wait!"

Brown eyes met Honey and the girl's exuberance seemed to be contagious for Izumi's lips pulled back in to a very faint smile and the girl named Aiya grabbed her hand and made off towards the school gates pulling a very dim Izumi excitedly behind her.

The girl cried out covering her face as she dropped to her knees. There was a shattering noise and lack glass fell above her, a rank smelling liquid staining her body, drenching her clothes and matting her hair to her face. Her pale honey eyes turned towards the object of her rage, of her hate, terror hot in her sickly sweet eyes.

'Izumi…you little bitch!'

She flinched as his fist connected with her shoulder sending her frail body smacking in to the wall. The mans face was stained with spittle and chocolate…her chocolate from earlier that day.

'You little whore! Leading these poor guys on when you have me at home! I ought to kill you!'

Izumi screamed as he tore at her school uniform, buttons flew in every direction. Her vision blurred with tears and brute force as she was thrust in to the ground.

Upstairs, Tetsuo her younger brother slammed his door and locked it; slipping in his head phones and turning his music up loud so he wouldn't have to hear it.

Further down the hall Izumi's mother sat up in bed reading a book her door already closed. There was no hope…Izumi would get no help.

Izumi sat at her computer desk, her eye swollen and caked shut with dry blood. Her pale full lips chapped, nicked, bleeding and kiss swollen. Her pale naked flesh covered in bruises, blood and fluids. Her index finger trembled over the mouse button; Ichinako Rizudo was already typed in to the text box.

'Send it…Izumi please…send it!'

She shut her eyes and clicked the button a weak sob breaking past her lips. This was her only chance of survival, her only hope of escaping her gruesome lot in life. Her hair whipped in to her face as she pulled a robe around her battered body. She turned slowly her honey eyes wide with fear and curiosity.

"Who…are you?"

"I am…Enma Ai. You summoned me."

"You're…Jigoku Shoujo…"

Ai nodded quietly as the ominous wind swirled around them whipping about their hair in glistening lines of darkness that became even blacker against the sudden crimson back drop.

Ai held her hand out.

"Ichimoku Ren."

"Ok, Mistress."

The handsome man behind her stared in to Izumi's eyes as he lifted his pendant and kissed it. Suddenly in Ai's hand was a blue straw doll.

"If you truly wish revenge, pull this red string. The person whom you wish revenge upon will immediately be ferried to hell. By pulling this red string you are making a covenant with me. If you seal the covenant your soul will fall in to Hell as well. After you die, that is."

Izumi clutched the blue straw doll to her chest but as she turned her sickly sweet honey eyes to where Ai had been there was no one there…just her own reflection in the mirror looking back at her.

Izumi hit the wall hard blood splattering from her mouth along the frilly pink wall of her room. She struggled to crawl away as a scream ripped from her throat as his meaty hand encircled her ankle.

'I can't do this anymore…I can't do this anymore! Please! God please save me!'

Then she saw it…the blue straw doll on her window sill. Kicking and struggling; another scream ripped from her full blood drenched lips. Her hands clawed reaching and scratching the air tears and sobs of pure anguish filled the room along with thick wet panting sounds.

So disgusting, a loud thwack echoed off the walls and a yelp echoed soon after. His hand curved and slapped against her hips as she clawed the ground, her eyes paled and yellowed by the moon, her hair whipping about her battered body as her fingers curled, reaching…reaching.

Yellowed eyes emptied of their anguish driven foreward by her pure rage and hatred for this man that had violated her for the last time. Her fingers curled around the doll; jerked roughly at the string and a sob of pure relief left her.

'I have heard your hatred.'

"Ara Ara…it looks like he's waking up."

A laugh rippled past Honeonna's full lips as her deep brown eyes followed the squabbling man who struggled across the floor in terror.

"He isn't even wearing any pants. How shameful for a man."

Wanyudo slipped his hat off, shaking his great bald head with disgust.

"Men who abuse their children are not men anymore Wanyudo. They are worse than scum."

Honeonna and Wanyudo glanced at Ichimoku he seemed to loathe this type of case the most, neither expected to see him here. Their thoughts and gazes were turned back to the man as all of a sudden hands ripped from the ground touching him all over ripping away what was left of his clothes…and his skin.

"May you suffer that poor girls hell over and over again for the rest of all eternity you pitiful piece of dirt."

Honeonna and Wanyudo lowered their gazes allowing him to suffer such torture alone as that poor girl had. But it wasn't long before they had all vanished and only Ai remained.

"O pitiful shadow bound in darkness, looking down upon people and causing them pain. A soul drowned in sinful karma…"

Everything grew quiet, the hands had stilled even the man seemed to have stopped his breathing and whimpering ministrations.

"Want to try dieing this once?"

Ai tilted her head to the side and spread her arms slowly suddenly the flow of the sakura petals in all their beauty was only interrupted by the loud shriek of the man.

As he woke up struggling in the boat the hands returned he begged and pleaded with Ai to release him back to his home. But she stared on slowly moving her hands back and forth over the rudder that steered the boat.

"This revenge will ferry you to hell."

His screamed rippled the water as they slowly vanished in to the darkness.

"I thought I'd find you here Moku."

Ichimoku Ren lifted his green eyes away from the smiling laughing girl that was Izumi and glanced back at Honeonna, the darkness in his eyes had gone. He seemed to have been as released as Izumi had felt when that terrible man had vanished from atop her body.

"When she was crying on me…she told me many things. How her brother used to try and help her until the night that her father visited his bedroom. How her mother had tried as well before she was beaten within an inch of her life. That man was a menace…speaking to me like that, even as a doll it seemed to strengthen her resolved. She promised me, if he did it again she would risk her soul and pull the string. She doesn't believe that she'll go to hell for it though…She thinks she can repent enough to break the covenant."

"Humans like to have hope Moku, you know that."

"Let's go back…"

The two startled and turned around to see Ai standing there, her black hair waving in to her face, strands of that night like silk interrupting the pure hatred in her blood stained eyes. The two nodded at her and turned away, Ichimoku stealing one last glance at the smiling honey eyed girl he'd saved from her hell on earth.

Izumi laughed beautifully her friend Aiya seemed to be infected with her friend's happiness now, and it was a pleasant changed not to have to cheer the dreary girl up. Izumi turned away her hand reaching up to clasp over her left breast. She lowered her head and whispered a soft thanks to the black mark that lay against her body…the black mark that saved her life.

"I will release your hatred."

Yuki: Finished! First one shot of the Red String series! Woot! RxR. Also I'd prefer it if no one reviewed on how it was confusing at any part in the story. Since it was meant to be fast paced and confusing in some places especially Izumi's final rape scene where she grabs the doll. I wished it to be a little unfocused so that it could properly show how she was feeling eccentric in that particular situation. Other than that enjoy it! For this series of one shots shall ferry you to hell Just kidding….