Always in white, the dark navy of her sailor suit folded in the closet, feet bare made a dusty trail of small footprints across the clusters of red Amaryllis. Wonderingly, always with curiosity in her vivid eyes of the reddest hell did she look upon the natural world with wonder.
Her finger tapped the budding flower; drops of clear dew sprinkled the dark earth. Dark like her soul, he thinks. Her head of straight raven black locks hung dignified and flowing down her back, the contrast of the white and black another symbol of that which separates good and evil, he thought.
A fluttering disturbs the air and a large butterfly on coal black wings dances above the long-stemmed Amaryllis, she held still, watching the Jigokuchou kiss the petals. He watched her with the same intensity, marveling at the simple wonder resplendent on the girl of Hell's face, she that ferried those souls whom had been condemned to everlasting anguish as vengeance for their sins.
Silently she extended her pale hand from her side to rest above the red blossom. For seconds nothing happens and then…the black butterfly hovered merely at the tip of her finger before dancing on red-tipped wings into the dusky afternoon sky.
Slowly, Ai closed her hand, still remembering the feel of the tiny legs and insignificant weight of the Jigokuchou. Her eyes, condemning, lifeless in their vividness turn to the little wooden house and slim figure of a man silhouetted in the window.
Ren sighed, his form melting back into that of a tiny doll made of blue straw; his time of glimpsing the pure soul of a butterfly—for that is what he thinks of her as—over. Now they are simply Hell girl and he as one of her helpers in damning souls to hell.
~~~Finis~~~
A/N: I do not own Hell girl. First time I've really done a one-shot for an anime I'd only seen vol.1 of. And as such I don't know a lot about the characters…please let me know what you thought of it! No flames!