Enma Ai stood alone in the park. Once in a while, she would casually advertise Hell Correspondence to interested bystanders. She smoothed a crumple in her sailor fuku, and continued to stand there like a statue. Behind her, a low voice chuckled and called out to her. "Ai-sama~ How is hell doing these days?" Ai turned around, and tilted her head a bit, narrowing her eyes at the man. Then, "Rokudo. The only one who has escaped Hell."
He smiled like the Cheshire Cat, and said, "Of course Ai-sama would remember me for that."
She gave him a neutral look and asked," What are you doing these days, Rokudo? " And all he does is laugh that little strange laugh of his and says, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
He bows a little to her, and goes his own way, and she hers. They'll meet again in Hell.
Pierrot's notes: First. fanfiction. ever. Oh my god, I did it! It's crappy, but I've done it! Yes! [/overreaction]
Mukuro calls Ai Ai-sama because she is Jigoku Shoujo, she is more than just a soul. That's the way I see things, anyway...
Concrit is much appreciated. 'Cause I know this sucks, but I don't know how it sucks. -shrugs helplessly-
