DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT KNOW HELL GIRL/JIGOKU SHOUJO OR ANY OF THEIR CHARACTERS.

Spoilers Alert!: For those who haven't watched the 3rd season!

When people see me, it is as if the devil was walking past. They take a single glance at me, and quickly look away. Terror, I see terror in their eyes, and pain. As if my very existence brought about chaos. They whisper behind my back, and clear the path I walk.

No matter. I was not one who liked to associate and socialize with others.

All the more reason that I became known as Jigoku Shoujo, wherever I went, and even, in this new school I am in.

They say that I am Jigoku Shoujo. I, with my flowing black hair, and my bright reddish brown eyes, they say, I am the bringer of justice, the granter of vengeance. They say that I am her—yet, I myself do not know her. All I know is that they believe me to be her—Jigoku Shoujo.

Who's Jigoku Shoujo, you may ask? Neither do I know. Do you? You may. I myself, personally, do not want to know. Care I about her? No. Should I? No.

They say she can send people to Hell, for revenge, of all reasons.

Truth be told, if the rumors are true, she must not be human. I am, very plainly so. But what is human?

If being human is to hate, to love, to live, and to die, then... I must not be human.

I do not hate, nor love, and I, most certainly, am living... but I have not died.

Of course you haven't died, you might say, that I am way too young to die.

Young? I am not young. I am over four centuries old.

Appalled? I seem like your ordinary thirteen year old, don't I? I do not know why I have lived for so long. I may be condemned to live forever, to watch the pain and suffering, the happiness and love that I myself have and never will be able to experience. Jigoku Shoujo, whoever she may be, may have the answers to my many questions. Or not, if ever at all. I may have a destiny to fulfill, but that, is what, I wonder?

***

I walk to school alone now. Ever since Akie had died, everything changed... Ever since many people have begun using the Hell Correspondence, many people have disappeared... Soon, they themselves will disappear, and end up, most certainly, in Hell...

But, it can be changed, can't it? Revenge is the most awful thing ever. It's a shame-- people let it drive them... Jigoku Shoujo uses it, the powerful and menacing feeling it is...

Driiing.

My eyes widen, as I enter the school classroom, and see the new girl, my newest classmate.

She stood by the open window, looking out. Her straight black hair flowed behind her, the breeze lightly playing with it. Alone, she was, although I could not blame anybody for not befriending her.

Jigoku Shoujo... yes, that's her.

***

Lonely, I can tell, I shall be lonely. I have been, for four centuries. Loneliness has been a friend, an enemy, an ally, a barrier. It will always accompany me, immortal as I am. If I befriend, or become too attached to someone, I will be pained, knowing that I will still live, and they die...

Just like her. My friend way back... To the time when I didn't know I was immortal. She was wonderful, charming. I wasn't her friend, really, but she fascinated me.

Looking out the window, I noticed an old man trimming bushes of roses.

Red roses. Red like cherries. She loved cherries, that charming, young girl... I wonder, what happened? Did she die the way she should have, peacefully and of old age?

***

I stood there, looking at her, for a long time. I felt frozen, I felt numb.

Jigoku Shoujo in school?

She, at the corner of her eye, looked at me. I was startled, and I moved on to my seat.

The one right behind hers.

Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

***

I took my seat, the one on the farthest left of the classroom, beside the window. The teacher came in, the bell still ringing, and began class.

'As you all can see, you have a new classmate,' the teacher said, a woman roughly in her thirties or forties, with rich black hair tied in a high ponytail. She had bangs that nearly covered her right eye, and red lips. Noticeably enough, she was beautiful. She looked at me, and gestured.

As I stood up, however, I saw her frown slightly. Again, she's thinking Jigoku Shoujo... I sighed, and stood in front of the classroom. My classmates had to look at me, and I looked back, impassive, emotionless.

'What is your name, dear?' the teacher asked me, her tone, trying to be friendly, but I could feel the worry and confusion behind it. I looked at her in the eyes, and monotonously said, 'Yuri... I am Enzeru Yuri.'

'Yuri-chan, then... Everyone, this is Yuri-chan. I hope you all will be nice to her.'

***

'Oy, Hone Onna. You look worried. Something happen recently?' I asked.

Hone Onna is a companion, family, if you will, as we, Hone Onna, Wanyuudon, and I, have all served the Jigoku Shoujo for quite some time. We had a recently recruited member, Yamawaro, who was invited by the Miss ages ago, but only now decided to join us. Hone Onna, Wanyuudon, and I, and sometimes Yamawaro, investigate the situation of the grudges being sent to the site, and now we are posted in this school, for God knows how long, as most of our clients seem to come from it.

But there was something different today... Hone Onna had her arms folded, and worried, maybe even anguished, expression was on her face.

'What is Ojou thinking?'

I was startled. 'What do you mean?'

'What is she planning to gain by attending this school?'

'What? So you mean she's attending this high school? That's impossible.'

'But she was there! She's in the school, under the name Enzeru Yuri,' Hone Onna protested.

'... What?! But why?!'

'I don't know, that's why I'm worried.'

I could not answer to that. Yet, maybe, we should just let it be. The Miss will know what to do. Or already knows what she's doing...

'It may be best that we not interfere,' I said.

'Wanyuudon might have answers...'

I closed my eyes, wondering, if Wanyuudon would really know what was going on. He usually did, but this time seemed not the case... The Miss didn't usually investigate.

What is it then, Ojou? What are you planning? What are you thinking?