Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in the movie "Spirited Away".
Italic words mean it is in their mind.
The Fan Fiction story begins:
A dark-brown haired girl laid in bed as perspiration broke on her forehead. Her arms started to reach to grasp for something. She starts to uncomfortable moan as she dreams. Broken words and sentences were hardly audible. Then she starts to kick her legs from under the bed sheets.
"Uh…" Chihiro rolls over on her side and holds her stomach. A single tear rolls silently down Chichiro's cheek. Another pain shoots up the middle of her stomach. "Uh." She throws off the navy blue fleece blanket from her body and sits up. She holds her head in her hands and cries as she grabs her stomach to try to subdue the pain.
'Why is there always a pain when I dream that dream.'
Chihiro slowly slides off the bed and walks with her hand on her stomach into the bathroom. She grudgingly flips on the light. Her eyes are blinded by the light and start to sting. She rubs one eye and searches around the sink.
"Ow! Where is that…"? Chihiro hand hits something. "What the…?" Chihiro opens her eyes and looks at the bottle next to her hand. "Where did this come from?" She held up the glass bottle. It was a light crystal blue and full of a royal purple thread. On the top she saw the name "Sen." engraved on the glass top. "Where…"? Chihiro right eye catch something moving out of the corner. Chihiro quickly looks right. "I swear… if Yoko is playing games with me…"
Chihiro quickly glances up to look at the mirror. A hazy figure of a silver dragon , that seemed to be levitating in the air. Its teal green hair flowed in the passing wind. In a flash the light s busted into tiny glass pieces, as a burst of wind shattered the mirror. Chihiro falls back because of the strength of the wind. She sat in the darkness, alone, afraid and shaking. The glass bottle rolled out of her hand. The sound of rolling crystal rang through out the bathroom. The clank of the glass awoke Chihiro from her trance. She shakes her head and looks at the bottle lying next to the toilet.
Silence.
The silence's cold fingers shivers shoot up Chihiro' spine. Chihiro jumps a rapped knock at the door.
"Chihiro? Chihiro! Are you okay? What happened? Chihiro answer me."
"Yeah! Yeah I'm okay…I guess…"
"What? Chihiro?!"
"I'm coming." Chihiro grumbles as she gets up to answer the door. The knocking at the door starts to begin again. "HEY! Chihiro! OPEN this door!" Chihiro puts the door open. A girl wrapped in a dark purple blanket greets her. As Chihiro looks at Yoko, most of her fake blonde hair is plastered to the side of her pale face.
"Rough night?" Chihiro tries to stifle her laugh. "Yeah! Well no thanks to your little charade in here." "What charade?" "If you're going to lie to me at least invite me in. After all you did wake me." "Yeah, sure I guess you can come in." Chihiro pushes the door open and waits for her to walk in the room. Yoko takes one step in and pulls herself back. "What's wrong now?" "It's cold in here! I'm going back to bed. Clean up your
mess and try to get some sleep. I've noticed you haven't been getting enough sleep. So just go back to bed." "Yeah I guess you're right."
Yoko clunks down the hall and walks into her room. Chihiro burst out in laughter and shakes her head. Then closes her door. She walk over to the bathroom and gazes in the door.
'I really don't want to clean this up. Uh…I'm so tired.'
Chihiro flips the switch to off, she turn back to her bed. She stops abruptly in her tracks. Lying on the table was the crystal blue bottle filled with the familiar purple thread. "How … wasn't…where?" Chihiro scrunches her eyebrows together and shakes her head. "I really need to get some sleep. I probably just put it there before I opened the door…" Chihiro shrugs and flops on her bed letting her arm rest on her head..
'Hm? My stomach ache is gone.'
She feels her head heating up to the touch of her cold arm. Goosebumps run up her arm and leg.
'So, cold.'
Chihiro struggles to pull the covers out from under her, She worms around lifting up her back and her legs. Finally she pulls the blankets on top of her. She begins to close her eyes. A flash of green eyes appears as she completely closes her eyes. She rapidly she opens her eyes. She sits up and places her head in her hands. Her clod hands start to get heated up by her head. Unwillingly she lies back down on her back. The heat transfers through the rest of her body and she is consumed in sweat. Her eyes close at their own command and she is wisped of into sleep.