Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or even the idea of Jigoku Shoujo.
Story: Madara managed to one up Jigoku Shoujo, but that doesn't mean Naruto will let him win. With Hell on her side, she's determined to make Akatsuki pay their dues a second time. And somehow, Gaara and the Sabaku clan get stuck in the middle of it all.
Set as an AU.
Spoilers: Hai, for both Jigoku Shoujo and Naruto.
Warnings: Violence, language, etc.
Pairings: I don't know. I don't really think it'll be the main part anyway.
Jigoku Shoujo: Rengoku Suna
Chapter One: Shibarareta Shounen (Bound Boy)
Gaara glared at the offending person in his path, watching dispassionately as they scrambled away. He entered the library and looked around without any real interest. He decided to go straight to the back since it looked like no one was hanging around there and he would thankfully be left alone.
His footsteps echoed in this part of the library, where it was strangely dark and abandoned. No one was in this section, and he supposed from a scholarly point of view he couldn't understand why that was –with the abundance of books and scrolls that seemed to even predate the founding of ninja villages.
He frowned to himself and continued to look around in detached curiosity, finding a lone and dusty bookshelf completely in the back of the rather creepy section he'd found himself in, as long as the room he was in. It was against the wall, so he had no problem shifting the books and scrolls slightly aside and worry about books on the other side falling. A book at the end of the bookshelf fell off and made a loud thump on the floor.
Gaara moved quickly, sand shifting around his body restlessly as he gazed at it and the area around it suspiciously. He walked towards it cautiously, his footsteps echoing loudly in the empty section. He refrained from flinching.
Looking at the bound book, he bent down and grabbed it before catching sight of movement at the corner of his eye. He jerked upright and glared at the girl that was standing right where he had been, before he had gone after the book.
"Leave before I kill you," Gaara growled, warningly lifting his sand in the air.
She had creepy red eyes and long blonde hair that swayed, even though there was no wind in that area. The floral kimono she wore was beautiful, but there was something haunting about it…and for some reason, his eyes were seeing things –for there was no reason why his eyes should be seeing the ornate designs around the kimono moving just the slightest.
When she didn't leave, he rushed his sand at her. But there was no impact, for as soon as his sand cleared, she was gone and there was no sign of her.
"I shall ferry this vengeance to Hell."
Gaara couldn't help shivering, the words causing a chill to go through his body. The words had seemingly come out of nowhere, echoing in the section with no single direction to start. It had been a disembodied voice that he just knew belonged to that girl…
Turning to the book in his hands, he frowned and read the title.
The Elder Tales. No author. Nothing but the title and pages of handwritten writing. He flipped through it idly, skimming on some pages but not spending more than a few seconds at a time at each one. That is, until he landed on a page with a familiar picture.
It was of the girl he just saw, with the exact kimono. The chapter was Rengoku Shoujo.
Rengoku Shoujo is contacted through Jigoku Ema. A wooden tablet can be found at the stroke of midnight, to all who wish for revenge and hate the one they want revenge upon. The person using Jigoku Ema writes the name of the person they want revenge upon on the back of the black tablet. The person whose name is on the tablet will be ferried to Hell by Rengoku Shoujo rowing them on a small boat on Hell's current.
When first contacted, Rengoku Shoujo will appear and inform the person wanting revenge if they go through with the contract that they too will go to Hell, after their natural deaths. Once the client dies Rengoku Shoujo will come for them to complete the deal that was made.
The book dropped from his hands and landed on the floor, still opened to that chapter. He stared at it, shivering slightly.
…you have hatred and a need for revenge. You must have a true grudge that will inevitably lead you down the path to Rengoku Shoujo and Hell…
Unwillingly, curiosity gripped him and he started searching through the bookshelf for any mention of Rengoku Shoujo. There were some mentions of her, as well as seeming to go by a new name ("Jigoku Shoujo") but all were vague and little information was offered. It seemed like no one wanted to talk about her or mention anything other than something completely brief. No one wanted anything to do with her, unless it was a fleeting allusion or a passing remark that made the reference seem unimportant.
Scowling to himself, he slipped The Elder Tales into his pouch and quietly made his way out of the library unnoticed, though he himself didn't notice the watchful gaze of Jigoku Shoujo at his back as he'd left that abandoned section.
The Capital of Wind was bursting with energy, and he walked his way through the streets keeping to himself, and glaring at anyone who dared to look his way. When he made it to the palace that the Wind Daimyo lived and that he and his family were temporarily staying in, he made his way to their rooms without any hassle.
Inside, he ignored his siblings and sat on a chair near the opened balcony, thinking about Rengoku Shoujo…or Jigoku Shoujo as she was now called.
What a strange story…and why had it come to his attention? It seemed she was real, or at least some idiot was playing a prank on him and cast an illusion to make it look like she was (if it was this, then that person will pay dearly once Gaara got his sand on him). But he was intrigued and he wanted to know more.
The trouble was, how was he going to get more information on her? Especially as it seemed that everyone and everything was reticent in providing anything about her.
His father trudged into the room and he made a minute glance towards him, before turning back to stare in contemplation outside. This was a mystery for some reason he needed to solve. He didn't understand it, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't be settled until he had all the answers.
"An official meeting with the Wind Daimyo and the officials of the court will be held soon, and we will be required to attend," his father announced unemotionally.
"Hai, Otou-san," Temari answered for the rest of them, while Baki replied with a quiet nod.
Gaara barely paid attention, his mind still wrapped around Jigoku Shoujo.
"Behave, Gaara," his father quietly reminded him.
He nodded irritably, still staring outside.
At the meeting, with the officials boringly discussing things, he and his family quietly sat to the side and kept only part of their attention to the meeting. Politics of the court were not for them, though they had no choice but to at least pay some attention.
Gaara's eyes skimmed over the group, his gaze drawn to a quiet girl sitting next to the Wind Daimyo. She was withdrawn and looking down, though he could see that her eyes looked lifeless. Curiously, he watched her a moment longer, watching as she gripped something on her lap tightly.
She looked up, into his eyes, and for a moment there was a spark of anger before it died down. Her deadened gaze moved from the Wind Daimyo to the man on her other side, who was speaking quietly to the Lord of the Land.
And then her hand moved and he saw the black straw doll, his eyes widening and his body stiffening in shock. Her fingers moved to the scarlet string around the neck and pulled before he could open his mouth to speak.
Suddenly, the man who had been speaking disappeared and an uproar was caused. Everyone started shouting and jumping up in fright and shock, but his eyes stayed glued on the girl. She just sat there quietly, a sad and crazed smile on her face while her eyes stayed dead and focused on the table before her. The red string was held lightly between her fingers before dissipating.
The only other information he'd managed to come up with about Jigoku Shoujo had included a straw doll and a scarlet string…
"Gaara, we have to help settle things down," his sister hissed at him.
He grudgingly helped, though he kept glancing back at the girl, who still had yet to move. Many of the people there were sent to their rooms, and soon there was no one there but the girl who seemed to not notice anything.
"Hey you, go to your room," Kankuro barked at the girl, who seemed to not hear him.
Gaara cut in, needing to speak to her before she disappeared.
"You'll go to Hell, you know," he spoke quietly, startling his family and teacher. He had to know if she did what he thought she did.
She slowly moved to look at him, still no life in her eyes.
"What is Hell anyway?" she spoke without emotion. "What if it's just a place inside of us, and there's no escaping it?"
His family and Baki watched silently, observing without cutting in and ruining the questioning.
"Who was he?" Gaara asked.
"My father," she surprisingly answered. "He was supposed to be my father. And he carelessly gave me to our Lord. For that, I will never forgive him and hope he's suffering in Hell."
She and that man seemed so familiar now…
"What are you two talking about?" Kankuro cut in rudely, getting irritated about the vague conversation.
Gaara ignored him. "Did you use it then? Hell Correspondence. And used Jigoku Shoujo to send your father to Hell?"
She smiled at him, once again a sad and crazed smile, before pushing aside her kimono and revealing a black-flame crest mark on her chest.
"This is a symbol of the covenant I made with her. It is a mark that will remind me every day of the fate that awaits me at the end."
She got up and started walking away like a ghost, mindlessly moving away. They stared at her, still silent. Just when one of them was to speak and ask what was that all about, a woman's scream was heard and they rushed towards the direction of the scream, seeing one of the servers staring in horror over a balcony. They looked and saw the girl they'd just been speaking to, body broken and displayed in an awkward pose on the ground.
That caused a whole slew of new problems and that had to be settled. He ignored the looks the others were sending his way, completely focused on his thoughts.
When the same server who'd seen the girl jump was starting to be interrogated, he interjected with his own questions and continued to ignore the questioning glances sent his way.
"Have you heard of Jigoku Shoujo?" he asked aggressively, staring down the woman.
The woman, while intimidated, scoffed.
"It's just an urban legend. It's stupid really. And spread from the likes of Konoha," she added with ire in her voice.
"Tell me about her," he demanded.
She frowned, but with one glare from him, she shut her objections and reluctantly spoke about the myth.
"These days, there's a website you can access at midnight. If you hate someone so much and want revenge, you go to it and type in their name. Once you have, Jigoku Shoujo appears and gives you a straw doll with a red string. If you pull it, you can send that person to Hell. There's some consequences, but I don't know what it is."
"That girl, the one you saw jump. She had a straw doll during the meeting and pulled the string, and then that man next to her disappeared. Did you know she contacted Hell Correspondence?" Gaara sprung on them.
The woman's eyes widened, before she shook her head in denial.
"No, no that's not true. It's just a myth. There's no such thing as Hell Girl!" she was led away after, still denying Gaara's story.
"Gaara, what was that?" his father frowned at him.
"It was nothing," he answered defensively. "I…just heard about it and assumed, since I saw the girl. That was exactly what happened. That woman was probably right and it must've been a coincidence," he finished dismissively.
His father's frown deepened, but he didn't push the matter.
"The matter will be settled soon, answers or no answers. We'll be going back to Suna after."
Everyone muttered their agreement before going their separate ways, and Gaara shut himself up in his room, pulling out The Elder Tales once more and rereading the page and gazing at the picture obsessively. That night, he got his bath ready before slipping into it.
He sighed to himself, reflecting on the day and once again thinking back to Jigoku Shoujo. A bluish, glowing butterfly fluttered into the room and he blinked in surprise as it floated closer before melting, the glowing particles landing into the water. He froze as, when the particles touched upon the water, Jigoku Shoujo's face reflected back at him, staring with red eyes that were unblinking.
The lights turned off and Gaara stayed frozen as she emerged from the water, as naked as he, and came close to him –embracing him intimately, an action unfamiliar to him.
"It's cold," she murmured, her voice soft and haunting.
The dim room turned an eerie red that matched her eyes, and the water turned a glowing cyan. She gently fell back and pulled him with her, dragging him under the water's surface. The water no longer was held in a small bath, but encompassed a large mass and echoed an ocean. Her long hair floated around her, looking alive, and her gaze was intensely focused on him. Illusionary flowers bloomed around them and she tenderly gripped his face, tilting it as she kissed him.
Surprised and shocked, his eyes fluttered close and then an energy pulsed through him. When he opened his eyes again, the lights were back on and he was alone, no sign of Jigoku Shoujo anywhere. Unnoticed to him, a cyan-colored butterfly tattoo appeared on his back, briefly glowing before dimming.
He stared at the water with wide eyes, wondering if he had a waking dream and if he was going as mad as everyone thought he was.
Hatake Kakashi hummed to himself, flipping a page of his precious book as he tapped his fingers on the table. It was almost time for the jounin meeting in which they were to get students, and he had set his alarm to two hours after it.
Feeling someone staring at him, he looked up to see the Kyuubi jinchuuriki gazing at him with icy blue eyes. Swallowing uncomfortably, he ignored that feeling and waved cheerily, eye closing. She walked away without further action, leaving him confused.
Still, he shrugged to himself, even as he inwardly felt a nagging sensation that was calling him to remember.
He walked away from the Memorial Stone, not noticing the cyan-glowing butterfly following him home. His hand twitched and he felt the urge to rub it erratically against his slanted hitai-ate.
Meanwhile, at the same time, Uchiha Sasuke was staring off into space. Something was incredibly wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what. Class was going on around him and yet he couldn't concentrate, though thankfully it was a free period. His eyes drifted towards the blonde dobe of the class, frowning in thought. Suddenly, she turned and stared back at him, blue eyes icy and unblinking. He hid his shiver.
"Uchiha Sasuke," her soft voice called out. "Come with me," and she left the room without a backwards glance, unheeding of the angry and ridiculing glares of the girls in the class, who thought she was stupid and full of herself to think that the Great Uchiha Sasuke would actually follow her or heed her call.
Strangely enough, he did. It surprised and made many of the girls there jealous, but they were not paid attention to.
Haruno Sakura felt agitated and her hands clenched and unclenched by her side rapidly. Her reaction was not of that caused by the scene and the fading fangirl tendencies in her, but more because of her unhappiness of being left behind and strangely because she wasn't joining them right then. She didn't understand why, but only that there was something in her calling out and saying she had to be there with them.
All of them felt the confusing but clear agitation inside of them, each one screaming about their need for…something. Or rather someone.
In another classroom, Naruto began meditating and Sasuke hesitantly joined her, confused why she would drag him there for that.
But this time around, she would not play the dead last.
Sakura, in turn, would focus her attention towards Naruto and Sasuke in her head. Surprisingly enough, to her, she wasn't being jealous or thinking anything of a romantic nature –only of thoughts that revolved around why wasn't she included and obsessing over the tiny feeling hiding inside of her that was begging for her to understand what it was.
Kakashi would also be outside of his normal routine, turning up early to the jounin meeting and giving everyone there nearly a heart attack, especially the Sandaime Hokage. He already knew he was going to fail this team…something in him was whispering that the next cycle of teams to come would be his fated team…
Though the memories of her was gone from them, the instinct to continue to be loyal was still ingrained in each of them, and Naruto already knew that. Elsewhere, in many different places, many people were remembering that instinct, even if they didn't understand why.
And Gaara was, ironically enough, one of them.
Having returned to Suna, he'd holed himself up in his room and ignored the others, steadfastly gazing at the book he'd stolen. He wasn't reading the pages again, or staring at the picture…just holding onto it and gazing at it.
Dinner that night had been mostly quiet.
"So Gaara, are you still interested in that Jigoku Shoujo stuff? 'Cause I've gone around asking about it," his sister directed towards him.
He looked up abruptly and stared at her, and she nervously got the hint. Kankuro placed his chin on his hand in boredom, reluctantly listening and their father continued eating, seemingly ignoring them.
"Anyway, it's like that lady said. There's a website you can go to at midnight for revenge, and all that. Except they say that when you die, your soul will also go to Hell. Those who go through with it get some kind of mark on their chest. A, uh, black-flame crest. Like…that girl. I couldn't really get much else. No one really wanted to talk about it," Temari shrugged. "They all got spooked. They all said it originated from Konoha though. Which is hard to believe. They're all a bunch of tree-huggers and goody-two shoes, to be obsessed with revenge and 'Hell Sendings.'"
Gaara hnned in response, glaring at his plate and silently going back to eating, thinking back to what she'd said.
After that, nothing more was to be said.
The next day, Baki came over and picked up his brother and sister for training. He wondered if the two resented him for being the reason that they were being held back from forming a team, because for some reason his father had steadfastly chosen the three of them to form one, even though he hadn't graduated yet. His father didn't even allow the two to form a team with a temporary member so they could go out to missions (which was even more odd given the fact that the village needed a surplus of missions and his father was usually determined to make as many of his ninja go out and do missions and bring in money for their impoverished village).
The two couldn't possibly be happy with being forced to stay in the village and just train.
His thoughts revolved around that for that morning, as he traveled to the Academy to reluctantly attend class. In the back of his mind, some of his thoughts were uneasy speculations of whether or not that was cause enough for either of his siblings to contemplate sending him to Hell.
In class, he sat in the back and kept to himself, fine with everyone ignoring him and he ignoring everyone else. There were occasional glances towards him, but nothing enough to garner his attention.
He kept thinking back to the usual looks he got. Although they were usually unhappy and even angry glances, there was oddly no real hate, now that he thought about it. Hate was a really strong emotion…and yet no one had really looked at him like that. Fear, yes. They certainly feared him. But hate? That was strangely a no, when he actually examined the looks.
He wondered at that. Hadn't he done enough to make them hate him? What was it that kept them all from actually hating him? Why was he not as hated as he had thought he was?
Perhaps there was something more to hate than he thought. A grudge and injustice particular to one person that made it personal and nursed a bitterness and resentment that one couldn't forget and forgive. It was the level of how personal it got, how one judged the wrong done to them that forged a lasting emotion such as hatred.
Gaara could admit that he knew a bit of hatred, especially that fateful night with Yashamaru…but grudgingly and as strange a thought it was, hate was lacking in return to him. And he couldn't understand that…
"Quiet, everyone. It's time to begin class," the teacher entered and went straight to business.
Tange was kind of strict, but he was alright. Gaara didn't mind him too much and personally minded his own business when it came to the teacher. Tange did have a rather rough reputation with the students, but it wasn't like they were there to mess around anyway. They were supposed to be learning.
The teacher did have a habit of carrying around a notebook that he said he took note of each students' wrongdoing and would write it in their personal records. That was a lie. Gaara had once formed a Third Eye behind the teacher and saw nothing but doodles when the man actually took time to jot something down, when he wasn't just mimicking it and leaving pages blank. But the students believed it and the method was being used to keep students in line and motivated to learn, so Gaara didn't mention the truth.
There was suddenly a commotion and he looked up to see what was happening. Two girls had been giggling over a picture, Sari and Matsuri he remembered their names, which Tange had caught and was 'writing' them up in that little notebook of his. One other girl stood up, Hiraishi Itsuko, and revealed she'd drawn the picture and practically demanded the teacher erase what he wrote about Sari and Matsuri.
Gaara held in a snort. Even if there actually was anything for Tange to erase, she shouldn't be so demanding about it. She was the student and subordinate. She had no right to be acting that way.
He saw the expression on her face twist into something ugly, and he had a bad feeling about all this. He hid his uneasiness and turned his attention back to the teacher, though he couldn't help glancing at that girl every once and awhile.
Dinner that night was once again quiet. Temari and Kankuro provided chatter by reporting to their father about their progress in training, slightly bragging about certain difficult techniques each had managed to at least become proficient in.
"How about you, Gaara? How was school?" he noted his father's voice sounded oddly subdued.
He eyed his father, seeing the lines of exhaustion and slightly slumped form –things that he had a feeling he usually missed in favor of being angry and uncaring about everyone around him.
"Moderately tolerable," Gaara answered, surprising the others that he had and that his tone and answer had been neutral. "Tange-sensei was as strict as always, and one of the students predictably got upset. Of course, she had drawn an unfavorable picture of him, so it's no wonder she'd drawn his ire."
Temari hmphed. "Serves her right. I'd always liked Tange-sensei back when I was in the Academy, and I don't get why so many students dislike him so much. He's a good teacher."
Kankuro made a rude sound loudly, drawing a glare from his sister. "Says you. I hated the guy. I wouldn't be so surprised if someone used that Hell Correspondence thing to send that guy to Hell."
The two started semi-loudly arguing, but Gaara had become withdrawn again, with the mention of Jigoku Tsuushin. His eyes averted to his plate and he focused on his food.
"He is a good teacher," Gaara agreed under his breath, saying it to himself.
He looked back up, intending for it to be only a second, to see that his siblings were still going at it but his father had been staring at him. His father offered a rare smile, though it was strained, before also going back to his food and focusing on it.
But Gaara had stiffened.
Horrifically, his father's eyes had nearly looked as lifeless as that girl's eyes from the palace.
When had that happened? Why hadn't he noticed that before?
Gaara rushed through his food, excusing himself and then hurrying to hide in his room. The next day in class seemed to be normal, nothing out of the ordinary happening, though he saw that that girl still seemed to be angry at Tange.
Dinner again seemed to be much the same, but he was relieved to hear no more talk of Jigoku Shoujo or her website, even though he had been the one desperately seeking information about her. After noting the same things again about his father, he'd avoided looking at him for the rest of the meal, unable to stomach the sight.
But night seemed to be when things were just waiting to be sprung on him.
He had been staring up at the moon, when his vision seemingly blacked out and then he was blurrily watching Hiraishi Itsuko staring angrily into the screen of her computer, accessing the infamous Jigoku Tsuushin. She typed in Tange's name and he saw Jigoku Shoujo appear, as well as the place melting into somewhere else with red skies.
"I am Enma Ai."
There was a boy next to Hell Girl, wearing a dark blue shirt and white shorts and had an oddly cut hairstyle.
Enma Ai nodded to the boy. "Sasuke."
This 'Sasuke' nodded back to her and took out a pendant from under his shirt, kissing it and suddenly transforming into a dark blue straw doll.
"Take this. If you truly wish to eliminate your antagonist, you must pull the red string. You will enter into a covenant with me and he will be ferried immediately to Hell. However, once I have delivered the revenge, I must have you make restitution to me. When one person is cursed, two graves are dug. Your soul will also fall into Hell, forever wandering in pain and suffering, never to know and taste the joys and pleasures of Heaven. That is…after your death."
"Hell? Why do I have to go to Hell too?!" Itsuko screamed.
She appeared back into her room, straw doll on the floor in front of her.
"And now…it is up to you," Ai's voice echoed.
Gaara blinked back into wakefulness, wondering if that had been a dream. But how could that be when he wasn't able to sleep? He couldn't sleep. He wasn't supposed to sleep. There was just no way…but perhaps he had a waking dream? Like he thought he had that time when he'd had taken a bath…
He had to be having waking dreams…it had to all be just dreams…
Ai appeared before him, ever red eyes seeming to peer inside his soul.
"I am inside of you," she informed him solemnly, disappearing after.
Gaara flinched and frantically looked around, trying to see where she had gone. That night, he spent curled up on the roof, eyes clenched closed and trying to blank out his mind.
Once more in the Academy, Gaara kept a watchful eye on that girl. He'd heard the rumors going around that day, something about her having tried to get Tange into trouble by trying to create blackmail pictures that she'd planned to do with forging incriminating pictures of the teacher with her in the more disordered district in the village. Tange had informed her parents instead, who had caught her in the act.
He could guess that was when she'd contacted Jigoku Tsuushin.
She started rudely and loudly playing her mp3 player, disregarding everyone in the class and disrupting the lesson. Tange frowned and started towards her, snatching the player and earphones away, throwing it to the floor.
"Pick it up," she sneered. "If it's broken, you'll have to pay for it."
Gaara's uneasiness came back to him.
Tange actually did pick it up, but he pocketed it instead.
"What are you doing?" she seethed.
"I'm confiscating it. You probably listen to this at home while studying, don't you? That's why you can't concentrate."
Tange turned on his heel and went back to the front as he started writing in his notebook, missing Itsuko's face again twisting into an ugly look of hate.
What happened later on seemed to blur in Gaara's mind. He saw in his head as that girl stayed behind and searched frantically for that stupid music player, before being caught by Tange, who lied about throwing the thing away and starting to write on that damned notebook. She started screaming at him, accusing him of bullying her and causing three students to fail (a wrong rumor, because Gaara knew that truthfully those three idiots were thrown out for mishandling sharp weapons and causing a serious injury to another student).
She took out the straw doll and Tange laughed, telling her she watched too much anime.
And then the string was pulled and Gaara was feeling intense pain in his back. He was moving through some sort of portal, dropping to his hands and knees and crawling for a second, before he felt even more pain and he arched back, feeling something emerge from his back.
He could barely see some sort of cocoon forming behind him, pulsing slightly as he screamed in pain. His body somehow seemed to shatter and the cocoon remained, and then he was watching in horrified fascination as Enma Ai hatched from it, emerging and then straightening herself coolly.
He then vaguely remembered Tange being tortured, though lightly, and then Ai coming at the end to finish the job and send him to Hell. He had a glimpse of dark waters, a boat, and an ominous Gate.
When he came to again, he was slumped against the wall next to the door of the classroom. He staggered inside, seeing Itsuko staring at the place where Tange had disappeared from, still holding the red string. She looked at him and gave him a wavering smile.
"It was…it was for all of us," she tried to explain.
He said nothing. Sari ran into the room at that moment, holding up a familiar mp3 player.
"There you are, Itsuko! I've been looking all over for you. Tange-sensei told me to give this back…" she trailed off, noticing the tense atmosphere.
Gaara stared blankly at them all, while Itsuko swayed unsteadily, staring at the music player in horror and eyes tearing up. They all turned their gazes towards the notebook harmlessly on the floor, showing nothing but a blank page. Wind lightly blew through the room, flipping pages and showing nothing but more blank pages and some with simply cartoonistic drawings.
There had never been anything written down.
Started 8/18/11 –Completed 8/21/11
A/n: And that's the first chapter of the second part of my fem!Naruto as Hell Girl! If you haven't seen Jigoku Shoujo: Mitsuganae, the third season of Hell Girl is heavily focused on in the first part of the story (kind of like a rewrite), so there's huge spoilers for the show if you haven't seen it. Otherwise, enjoy! And please review!