So Messed Up: A Hell Girl/Azumanga Daioh Fan Fiction

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So Messed Up

A Hell Girl/Azumanga Daioh Crossover Fan Fiction

by

C V Ford


Kikuri gazed fascinatedly on the large web at porches' end for what seemed hours. Her childs' mind unable to get around her obsessive attachment to the creature residing within. The large spider had been absent for over a day, her concern evident.

A movement some distance to the left turned her attention from the web directing it down the cart trail. Coming up the path she could see Miss Ai & ...

"Oh!" She cried in semi-sadistic glee. "Old lady's back!"

Hone Onna grimaced. Though glad the assignment over sooner than expected, she now had to cope with the attentions of "little miss nasty" & her pre-juvenile antics.

"Don't you have someone else to play with Kikuri ... -CHAN?" Putting emphasis on the pause & honorific. "I think I saw Yamawaro down the road a moment ago-"

"Waro! Waro! Waro! Waro!" The imp sped past down the cart trail, arms "airplaning" & disappeared past the turn.

"Truly the daughter of darkness," observed Wanyudo reclining on the porches' other end.

"You may not be far off on that," replied the bone woman.

Ai looked on disapprovingly though agreed inwardly. At times the child was quite a couple handsful & could be more trouble than she was worth.

Ren, seated on the steps, made an observation. "As we're all still here, I take it she didn't go through with it."

Ai hesitated. Yes. True, but more complicated.

"Her hatred was more than enough to summon me ... something ... else."

The trio looked on as she stepped inside. Mayhap e-mail had another request.

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Kaorin stepped briskly into the schools' main entrance, swinging her satchel in lighthearted rythym to her tread. A great weight had been lifted. She would not commit herself to the proposed bargain & the source of her years long torment would live ... And so would she.

The possibility of eternity in hell hadn't deterred her. She had been through a self inflicted one for almost three years. With over a nights' worth of considerable thought & soul searching, she faced the reality of it being of her own making & came to terms. With determination, it could be dealt with.

Rounding corner, she espied the slack jawed apparition staring her way from down the other end of the hall.

"As for you," she thought. "You're damn lucky something like you isn't worth such pain. There's too many like you for me to tear myself up over. A few more months til graduation & I'm out of here ... And you'll be out of my life ... forever."

Marching past the creepy litt teacher, she made it an obvious point to ignore his earnest/lame greeting. Her thoughts turned to the object of her years long obsession, a tear forming.

No. Though what she wanted would never be, she wouldn't ... COULDN'T ... bring herself to pull the string on Sakaki ... ever.


Storyline (only) copyright © 4-19-2013 C V Ford

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Authors' note: No ... I am not into "yuri-shipping". I just thought the plot twist to be interesting. This is a sorta' kinda' prequel to my story Not So Oblivious. Check it out!


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