Author's Note: I do not own the manga nor the anime for Hell Girl. I do own all the stories i wrote though! If you find any of my stories similar to any a single episode or chapter for either the anime or the manga, please inform me because i have missed out on a lot of episodes for the anime and i haven't even read the manga. Thank you!:)
Chapter One
I thirst.
I thirst for revenge.
I thirst for revenge against all of the bastards who kicked me into this hellhole.
All of them; the wardens, the jail mates, the staff in the company, Yoshi Kimiharu, every single damn person involved in this mess. But most of all, the new successor of my previous job, Riku Takemoto.
I once was a man of high status in the society. I graduated from a famous university at the States with exceptional results. I was the Chief Executive Officer of a company that manufactures drinks that Japan is renowned for such as Calpis and Ramune as well as its bottles. This business is certainly booming well enough, such that i am able to own a few cars, buy a few houses(not rented, but bought) and buy new clothes every week. Many people would say that I'm living a rather comfortable life, but what they do not see if all the hard work, the tears and the desperation to improve my standard of living and rise above the other ordinary beings. Where I am today is all thanks to my efforts.
Until he came along. That crafty, slinky, shithead of a man that charmed everyone off their groaning office chairs and filled everyone's head with a considerable amount of nonsense. The ladies eyed his tall and sturdy frame, his sharp features and his dazzling smile. The men admired his resolve, his enthusiasm and his charisma. Even a particularly close colleague of mine, Yoshi Kimiharu, was charmed by him. I told him while in the pantry during our coffee break, "Hey, Kimiharu-san, don't you think this Takemoto character is kind of shady?" Yoshi took a casual swig from his mug with his eyes closed, as though he was considering the comment. He opened his eyes and looked at me, saying uncertainly, "Hey, Sano-san, it almost sounds as if you're jealous of him. Look at him," he motioned towards the popular figure sitting in the middle of a small crowd, laughing and talking. "Everyone in the company who knows about him likes him. You're the only one who doesn't, and I am not the only one who has noticed. How can you speak of him like that..?" His reply made me rear back in anger and surprise, set my personal office mug down with an unnecessarily large amount of force and storm out of the office's pantry with everyone's eyes on my back.
Why do I hate him so much? Some people had asked me this question once or twice, and after that, never speaking directly to me again. I hate him because he had gone from a lowly clerk to the Chief Executive Officer just in a matter of a few months. He had "impressed our boss", as many of the staff refer to this jump in position. They refer to him by the intimate nickname Mr. Charisma. This is unheard of in my many manner of years of working experience. Yoshi broke the news to me in a rather blunt manner; our relationship had soured because of a few conflicts that happened between us due to this Mr. Charisma.
It was a rather hot summer afternoon that Tuesday, and as usual, I was in my office, slogging my guts out. Yoshi came in uncertainly, as though he was expecting a different person to be sitting on my favourite Burgundy velvet chair. An unsettling feeling settled over me like a black cloud, and I shivered a little, despite the sweltering 40 degree weather outside.
He started the conversation casually. "Hey, Sano-san. How are you feeling? It's...ah...pretty hot outside, you know." he played with his fingers as he settled himself into the chair opposite me. My eyes stayed glued to the computer screen. "Yes, I think so too. My shirt is soaked, and sweat is pouring down my forehead. So, I'll wager it IS rather hot weather. What do you need?" My aloofness made him irate, and he stood up and slammed his palms on my polished wooden desk. His eyes bulged out as he shouted, "DON'T ACT SO HIGH AND MIGHTY!! You are in no position to do so any longer. Takemoto-san has replaced you--" All of a sudden, he stopped his ranting and took a step back slowly. His eyes flickered from left to right, and he opened his mouth slowly, as though any sudden movements would lead to a disastrous consequence. "I...uhh...I have to finish my...w-work. Yes. I'll...erm...see you...later?" I ran to the door in an attempt to stop him, force him to continue his speech, give him a right hook to his jaw or something, ANYTHING!!! Takemoto, replace me?! What rubbish is this?! It must be an attempt of a sick joke, I assured myself. Surely a neophyte with just a few months of experience cannot simply overtake an experienced veteran?
Then, with sudden comprehension, a dreadful truth dawn upon me. Lately, Mr. Charisma has been invited to our boss's office regularly now, and they would always engage in conversations for a long period of time. If I had not known better, I would say they were having a tryst or something. To make things worse, Yoshi Kimiharu was known for having a close relationship with the boss as long term buddies. So, when he brought bad news, he could be known as a harbinger of doom. I slumped in my chair, all my feelings draining out of me as though I was a broken hour-glass. I had worked in this company for 17 years! How could they kick me out when they find someone that is more charismatic, handsome and young and just replace this old battle-horse? Millions of similar thoughts raced in my brain, each being unable to accept nor comprehend. As though on cue, my boss knocked on the open door and said in a brisk manner, "I want you in my office. Now."
As the boss explained the various crap reasons on why I was to be replaced, why it will be a better choice for everyone, digging the graves of old mistakes up and using them all to bombard me till I was speechless, slouching in the chair with my head nestled in my hands. Even the sweltering heat bothered me no more. At last, I could only shout out what was on my mind, no more self restraint. "I HAVE BEEN WORKING IN THIS COMPANY FOR A FUCKING 17 YEARS, AND NOW SOME FRESHFACED BITCH COMES UP AND FUCKS YOUR MIND, YOU JUST REPLACE ME?! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF CONTRIBUTION, AND I JUST GET KICKED OUT OF THE SPOT I HAD GIVEN SO MUCH TO ATTAIN? TELL ME, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?! You--" i sank a punch into his cheek, "bloody--" kneed his stomach, "PUSSY!!" A few staff members rushed up and disabled me, pulling me back to the best extent as i flailed and kicked the air. The boss wiped the bloody stream from his broken lip. He motioned to a trio of security guards who look like rottweilers standing on their hind legs and Yoshi Kimiharu who had joined the small crowd standing outside the office. "Escort this mad man out of the building. Kimiharu, I want you to pack his things and throw it along with him. As for you, mister, I was going to give you your last paycheck, but do you still think I would after this assualt?"
That's my story. I was sentenced to jail for charges(no one seem to want to prove my innocence) of company funds embezzlement and attempted murder. They even had back-up to prove my guiltiness. No one had a single word to contribute in my stead, and even Kimiharu-san was not present in the hearing. My whole future came crushing down. Because I was so high up in the society ladder, I had to take a harder blow than most people needed to. And now, you expect me to just leave it like that?
Lately, there was a rumour. A rumour being spread around in the cells that filled people with mixed feelings; fear, hate, vengeance, hunger, everything. But no one can rival my thirst for revenge. No one. This rumour was about a website that can actually help people quench their need for revenge. It all started when the convict in the cell two units away from mine disappeared without a trace. The wardens as well as the police who investigated found no signs of resistance, a struggle, an attempt to escape such as broken grilles, nothing. Even the CCTVs that monitored the entire corridor(there were no blind spots at all, tight security at its finest) did not even catch a single footage of him exiting his cell the morning after he had entered when dinner was finished.
This was now the talk of the "neighbourhood", and from morning to night, people, including me, plot our revenge. But the worse thing is, the nearest computer was located in the guard room, where there were daily shifts of 5 guards per hour. But I can wait. I sure can. I'll wait until the very day when i can type his accursed name into the box and send it to this so called Hell Girl. That would be the day when all reasons for my existence would be gone, and all wishes fulfilled.
Author: Thank you for reading this story to the very end! Please give me reviews so that I will know whether you appreciated this story or if you think it sucks. ありがとうございました！:)