Hone-onna Stories

What could a young, teenage boy from the slums of India want with Jigoku Shoujo? Not rated "Mature" (nothing very graphic), but some material and themes may not be suitable for children.

"I am but a bird in a cage. I have wings of bone, and so cannot fly, I am truly a pitiful yokai." I don't regret what I am, for I am what my parents had always wanted. A beautiful baby girl to call their own, and being a bit different from other children didn't seem to bother them. After all we are a different kind of family; me, my brother and loving parents. However, on the night that my mother died the spark that had once kept our family glowing died along with her. With a stone in the pits of our chests my father announced that he wanted us to move back to my mothers homeland in Japan, seeking condolence from our remaining family members and attempting to connect me and my brother back to our roots. So, he decides to send me along first to an unfamiliar land, attending a new school where they speak a language foreign to my own, and living all by my lonesome self. May Kami have mercy on my poor soul and my daft old excuse for a father.