Disclaimer: I do not own Hell Girl or Defense Devil. All rights go to Studio Deen, and Youn In-Wan/Yang Kyung Il respectively. Had a little screw up and had to rewrite the whole second chapter, but here it is.

It was just another day on the event horizon. The realm between hell and earth is very quiet. It is a vast barren wasteland in which there is a boundless nothingness that stretches on forever. Amidst this gloomy atmosphere, a loud voice shattered the silence… again.

"What the heck are you doing master?!" shouted a voice coming from a crevice. "I'm just about to finish my castle of cards," said a second voice, "They give a large sum of money to those who break these records you know." "We don't need human money!" shouted the first voice.

Inside, a small goblin like creature and a man in black were fighting. The man had spiky black hair and held a copy of, The Guinness Book of World Records. The goblin did not like when his master started to slack off. Especially when it was so he could spend time doing things that the humans do.

"You know Bichula we have to pass the time somehow," said the man to the goblin. "Then maybe you can spend your time helping me with work!" shouted Bichula. "I can't do that what if a soul is wrongfully sent to…" the man started to say.

A bell started to ring, and the man and Bichula both knew that this meant it was time for work. The man set the book down, and grabbed a document and pen. Once he had collected all his equipment, both he and Bichula disappeared.

Once they rematerialized they were shocked. They did not think that the place they would end up was on a boat. They quickly noticed that there were three people in the boat with them. A young Japanese woman dressed in a sweater and some jeans lay beside him, but the other two were somewhat strange. There was a young girl steering the boat, and another who looked like a geisha.

"Excuse me but which one of you just recently died?" asked the man. "Who are you to ask?!" shouted the geisha in surprise, "More importantly, where did you come from?!" "Master I don't think we should be here," whispered Bichula. "Really, why is that?" the man asked. "This is vengeance, and you must not interfere with our matters," the girl steering the boat said softly. "Oh really, well just watch me!" the man shouted in excitement.

With that, he grabbed the woman beside him and with Bichula they disappeared. They returned to the human world, but something was odd. Nobody saw them suddenly appear from thin air. Nobody knew they were standing on the sidewalk. In fact, when people walked by, some of them walked through them like they were made of air.

"Don't worry we're ethereal," the man said, "That means we are essentially ghosts like you." "I'm dead but how?!" the woman said to the man. "I don't know, but I'm a lawyer who has come to defend you," he said, "My name is kind of long so just call me Kuckabara; now if you'll just sign this contract we can begin the search." "Search for what?" the woman asked. "For an innocence item, it's what we need to prove you innocent," Kuckabara answered.

With that the woman started to cry. She remembered it all. How she learned her son died, how she caught her husband with another woman, how the dark figures held her down, and the girl who appeared and dragged her off to hell with the woman she saw with her husband. It all played out like a bad dream. A dream she wanted to end soon. That was when Kuckabara grabbed her hands.

"Don't worry, because I won't give up until I prove you innocent," he said with a look of sheer honesty. The woman wiped her tears and said, "Okay, my name is Ayame."

Kuckabara gave her the document and a pen. Then Ayame signed her name and put all the information he needed. When she was finished, she handed it back to Kuckabara. He looked it over.

"So what is an Innocence Item?" she asked. "Anything that can prove you innocent," he said, "It can be a person, a document, a recording, anything that says you are not guilty of the crime you are charged with." "But I don't even know what it is I'm charged with doing," she said with a look of sorrow. Kuckabara looked at her and said, "Huh? Well than this is going to be a tricky case."

Meanwhile a flaming cart was flying in the sky towards the city. It had a face on its side, and the girl with blood red eyes, the geisha, and a young man were riding it. The man looked over at the geisha.

"Well, it looks like you didn't do your job right huh Hone Onna," he said. "Shut up Ren I already told you something weird happened this time around, a man and a goblin took our target and ran back to this world," said the one called Hone Onna. "Yeah I bet, maybe it was a secret admirer of yours trying to get attention right Wanyudo?" the man named Ren asked with a sneer on his face. "Quick joking around Ren this is serious!" snapped the face on the wheel of the cart. "Oh come on you have to admit its kinda funny," laughed Ren. "There is nothing funny about this matter, if we fail then we will be punished for it," said the girl with blood red eyes softly. "Forgive me lady Ai," Ren said without trying to laugh.

Ayame managed to lead Kuckabara to her home. They ran all the way to her bedroom. Kuckabara took out a bottle of what looked like spray paint and sprayed the room. After a few seconds a handful of things were painted black.

"This is only temporary and only spiritual entities like us can see it any way," said Bichula. "What is it?" asked Ayame. "It's a spray that lets us find things related to the case since that is the only thing the pain sticks to," answered Kuckabara. "It seems that we have a laptop, a piece of string, and a cell phone. Well that's weird," said Bichula. "I know, none of these seem relevant even to each other," Kuckabara said, "Let's take a look at the laptop."

They opened it up to find that it was still on and logged into the internet. Yet the page it was on was the page that appears when the computer cannot find the server to the website for some reason. Kuckabara shrugged and looked at Bichula.

"She must have done something on the computer," said Bichula. "Oh no! That is my husband's computer," said Ayame. "What?!" shouted Bichula and Kuckabara in unison. "Do you have any other family members we should know about?" asked Bichula. She barely managed to say, "I…I had a son named Setsuna…who… died recently." "Wait a minute, could you be accused of killing your son?" asked Kuckabara. "That's impossible, he had an asthma attack. My husband told me!" She began to cry.

Her weeping was filled with confusion and sorrow for the family she knew she would never see again.

Kuckabara looked at her and said softly, "Ayame, I don't want you to think I believe you are guilty because I will find a way to prove you're innocent even if I have to go to hell and back to do it." "Master will you please stop making cliché speeches?" asked Bichula in disgust. "Hey it's the truth ain't it?!" shouted Kuckabara.

Meanwhile four people were walking up to the household that once belonged to the Shiozawa family. Ai, Ren, Hone Onna, and an old man that they called Wanyudo stood at the front door. Ren and Hone Onna walked in.

"Yoo hoo! Mister Hero come out come out wherever you are!" said Ren in a mocking voice. "Don't give us away!" Hone Onna tried to say.

Meanwhile in the bed room Kuckabara and Bichula knew they had visitors; the kind you don't want to have. Kuckabara told Bichula to take Ayame and get her to safety, and he would hold them off. Kuckabara ran to the front door to confront Ren and Hone Onna.

"Well well well, look what we have here," laughed Ren. "Where the hell do you get off taking this woman to hell what did she do wrong?!" shouted Kuckabara. "It's nothing personal it's just our job to bestow vengeance upon those who torment our clients," Ren laughed, "But in all seriousness where do you get off trying to stop us?! We will get in trouble if we don't get her soul back pronto!" "Then you'll have to go through me!" growled Kuckabara. "With pleasure."