It was a typical day in Ai's home. Ichimoku Ren, Hone-Onna, and Wanyudo were all sitting peacefully together on the porch, talking, reminiscing the past, laughing, and drinking tea. Kikuri was riding around in yard on her tricycle, pretending it to be a lawn mower and running over the flowers. Yamawaro would always follow close behind her, obeying her orders, winding her crank up again, and taking childish blows to the head and shins. The God of Hell, disguised as a spider that usually rests in a web at the corner of the house, wasn't there today. In fact, he hasn't been a spectator for quite some time. He comes and goes as he pleases; always watching over Ai and the others, even when his eyes are closed. As for Ai, she was in the backyard next to the stream, her typical resting place whenever she was at home.
Despite this normalcy, something was unusual. It has been quite a while since Ai received a message to deliver vengeance. Nobody knows how long, nor do they seem to mind. Not to say that everyone was basking in their prolonged break, but through their 400 plus years of experience, lack of messages for weeks or even months apart have occurred in the past. To them, it was completely normal. Typically it means that things are doing rather well on Earth, thus, defeating the need to send someone to hell. Perhaps humanity is turning over a new leaf…for now.
*Dring
"Ai? You have a message, child" Ai's grandmother said while spinning thread behind the silky door that always remained closed.
"Yes, Grandmother" Ai answered as she left the shores of the stream and entered the house.
"I will prepare your nagajuban as soon as your client answers, Dearie."
"Thank you, Grandmother" said Ai while settling in front of her old computer in the living room. She squint her eyes slightly to better read her client's name on the flickering monitor.
"…Light…Yagami…"