D/N: I don't know why, but I like writing stories after the actual anime/manga-thing that I'm looking at. It gives meh more freedom. .. and I don't like to write slash, 'cause I can't help but make it filled to the brim with lemony goodness. XD

This one, as was said in the description, is a Spirited Away fic, five years after Chihiro leaves the bath house.

Chihiro stared out of her bedroom window, contemplatively. Just the other day she had turned fifteen, and yet she still remembered what had happened five years ago, in the spirit world. The purple hair band that no-face and Yubaba's transformed baby made for her was hanging off of a peg on her wall. The moon shone bright over the forest that was nearby, illuminating her room just enough.

She curled up in her bed, moonlight falling in a bright slant across her face, and yanked the blue and white covers over her body; it still wasn't warm enough to put them away. Slowly, Chihiro fell into a fitful sleep.

She dreamed that she was walking across a green field, the grass high, tickling the bare skin of her legs. The sky was a clear blue, and her parents walked before her, admiring the scenery. Over and over again, she tried to convince her parents to turn back; she remembered what would happen to them, what spell would be placed on them if they went in and ate the food. As always, they did not listen to her. It was before she had changed, then. They began to listen to her once she proved herself responsible.

For a moment, as they crossed the 'river', she considered leaving them there.

Considered just running back out to the car and getting the picnic basket that her mother had packed before, but neglected to bring with them. She shook her head; she couldn't leave them to suffer.

Chihiro felt apprehension grow in her heart as they entered the small town, her father sniffing the air. She paused, and then gripped the back of her parents' shirts, not wanting this to get any further along. She tried to tell them what would happen to them if they went and ate the food, but it was if something soft and cloth-like was being forced into her mouth, blocking her words. She couldn't warn them.

Wildly, she looked to either side, already suspecting what she would see. Two large spirits were beside her, one on each side. They both had one doll-like hand on her mouth, pressing the words back. Their other hands worked at her own, trying to pry her fingers from the cloth of the shirts, trying to make her let go. Chihiro tried to scream, but the spirits muffled the sound.

Her hands were pried away, and the spirit on her right whispered, as her parents moved away, towards the food, "We want them. You cannot have them!"

The other one added, "They belong to us. You go home, go and stay away from here. You've already done enough damage."

Other spirits had begun to crowd around her, pressing her away from her parents as they moved further and further away.

Chihiro sat up with a gasp, sweat pouring off of her forehead. She sighed, and lay back on her pillows once more, breathing heavily. It all was only a dream, a very bad dream. A horrible dream, of course; it had been a long time since she last had such a dream.

She sat up once more on the edge of her bed, and looked at her alarm clock; 4:32 AM, it blinked. She frowned, and walked over to her desk, where paper, pencils and books were laid out, helter-skelter. School had ended a few weeks ago, and she still hadn't the time to clean all the materials off just yet. One of the books marked 'Journal' lay deep under a pile of papers, which threatened to scatter all over the floor as she tried to rescue the one book from under them. Chihiro sat at her desk chair, and turned to the back, where she kept a record of when she had the dream, just to see how bad it was.

Tallying up the times from the past month, she counted fifteen, total. She whistled, to herself, and added the new date to the list. Recently it seemed that she had been having the dream more often again, like when she first came back from the spirit world. Could that possibly mean something? She tapped her pencil against the desk of the table for a moment, and then began to organize her desk, for lack of something else to do with her hands. She could visit the forest again tomorrow, after she had finished with her chores.

D/N: I know it's a bad ending, but I'm feeling kind of lazy right now. XD

Okay, so, what'd y'all think? Hmm?

Read and review, and tell me if I should continue this, 'cause I might not think this is worth my time until you do.