Monday, January 30, 2012

Application: A Hell Girl Fan Fiction

Ai Enma aka Hell Girl. She's out there. Watching, Waiting. Why? You're next!
Illustration credit: Sajcfan


                                                       A Hell Girl Fan Fiction


                                                                             C V Ford

Disclaimer: The following is a NON-PROFIT work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. I make no claim to ownership of the copyrighted names/characters, places, events mentioned in this work. They are the sole properties of Aniplex & Studio Deen. Please, by all means support the owners of such properties in the purchase & enjoyment of these products.

      Nozaki waited as the clock ticked off  the final seconds to mid-night. Not wanting to miss the web site, he felt the need to get things exactly right. In his on again/off again profession, missed opportunities came easy.

      It wasn't the the hot/cold passion of vengeance that had driven him to seek out Hell Correspondence. No, rather it was an anxiousness brought about by a low key desperation. He knew hatred was what got one to that goal or so he heard. He decided to take the chance anyway. Didn't hurt to try. Nothing ventured as they say.

      The clock striking the hour, the screen changed from the blue white blandness of the search engine to that of the momentary flame red then black web page of the hoped for site.

Enter the name of the one you hate & she'll take him to you know where.

      Nozaki hesitated, not quite comprehending  the truth of the moment. The urban legend panning out before him had taken him momentarily aback. Shaking himself out of his brief daze, he typed in the necessary info & hit ENTER. It wasn't the appropriate info but the sole entry field was the only place on the page.

      The screen immediatly switched back to the search engines' characteristic mundanity. At least there was no error message.


      The seemingly young girl gazed resignedly out over the red twilit landscape before her. From the porch she had a perfect view of the vast crimson lake between the valley peaks before her. Yes. Almost beutiful, if one didn't think too much about what it actually was (Revelation 20:10-15).

      "Ai ..... you have a message."

      "Thank you Grandmother," her gaze unwavering in her reply. Many years of lingering experience had numbed her to the import of that announcement. Broken mankinds' thirst for vengeance never waned.

      Getting up, she entered the small houses' main room. Glancing at the old McIntoshs' screen, she expected the usual name entry of one she was to escort to perdition.


      "Is something wrong child?"

      "No Grandmother," Ai replied. "Only something ..... different."

      "Yes. It happens at times."

      Since the internet had taken its' hold on world communications, requests came without let up. Almost always the expected kind. This one was different. The type that came only once every two or three years. The message in the field read, Inquiry: Employment opportunities.

      Ai knelt down at the low table on which the computer sat & typed a reply.

      Nozakis' machine alerted him to the presence of newly arrived email. Hurredly checking his account he did a quick intake of breath. Such a quick response!

      Request recieved. Please allow at least 24 hours for notification as to time & place of interview. Thank you for your inquiry to Hell Correspondence.


      "Shigeru Nozaki, actor though not that well known." Hone Onna held the papers in front of her as she read. In her guise as a secretary for an talent agency, she had gained the info on him easily enough. "It's been several months since he's found any work at all & he's getting desperate."

      Standing with his back to the other three, Ren gave his summation. "Lives quite modestly. Has ambitions to making it big in the field but not above doing any kind of job to make ends meet. Judging by the bills stacked up on his desk, I'd say we have a candidate, Miss.

      Wanyudo, leaning against the porch support, glanced sideways toward the girl. "His last place of employment won't have anything to do with him. While more than acceptable as a washer of dishes, his running off for uh ..... as they say ..... a ..... curtain call(?) didn't help in their estimation of him."

      Ai, her face in characteristic deadpan, silently took the review in & pondered: An actor, with some experience, could be useful. He was, in the words of that trade, "hungry" & could thus put up a good performance when called upon. His abandonment of previous job wasn't necessarily an indication of laziness or being difficult as much as it was dedication to his craft. An interview would reveal more.


"Ippen shinde miru? Care to give death a try? Perhaps it is time to die."

      Nozaki used the next 24 hours wisely. Cleaned, shaved, suit pressed, resume in order, he was ready. Sitting by the phone reading a trade journal, he half patiently waited. He tried not to let the tension get to him.

      For the past several years, the world economy had been lagging. In their well intentioned destructiveness, the worlds' would be leaders & politicians only made it worse. Employment had been wanting, especially for lower tier members of the acting profession. While Shigeru had some modest success as an actor in voice work & even a few nonspeaking walkons in television, it didn't pay the bills. Though he did save money from his work & from past regular employment, he estimated he had about two months before taking residence in the street.

      So he sat, in somewhat tense expectancy of the hoped for call. What he didn't expect was the tangibly felt presence to his left.

      Jerking with a start, he took in the sight before him. Though he knew a young woman would probably contact him, it never occured to him it would be a black clad adolescent. As a dedicated obsessive compulsive he "KNEW" his doors were locked so this had to be the fabled "Hell Girl" & not some kid wandering in off the street. He couldn't recollect any schools in the area with a uniform like that. And those un-nerving red eyes .....

      "I take it ..... you are ....."

      "My name ..... is Ai. And you have summoned me."



      Bringing himself up, he directed her to the kitchen table where his resume & other info lay.

      "Never thought I'd be saying this to an interviewer," waving his hand to a chair opposite, "please have a seat."


      "I'm guessing the interview did not go well Miss." Ren walked to Ais' right on her return to the house in the in-between.

      "It went well enough until ....."

      "Yes," Ren said knowingly. "It's always that."


      Nozaki let out a sigh of more than nervous relief. Close!

      The interview had gone quite well at first. His prospective employer seemed quite satisfied with his bona fides & the offered terms of compensation were quite good. Much more than he ever made. His being an actual human meant "special needs" taken into account thus the pay/benefits rather generous. The nether world did have more than ample resources.

       "Yes," he thought. "Almost took her up on the offer ....."

      Almost ..... if it wasn't for that MANDATORY "retirement" plan .....

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  1. Blast it, Jay Agan! ANOTHER series I must see!!!!
    (stupid fanfic people...)

  2. Friendly warning: I keep a straw doll with a red thread around its' neck in my safe. Just in case. :)