Hello again! This is a new fanfic.

Did you guess a movie to do with spirits and a monster named No-Face?

In that case, you're correct!

This is a fanfic of Spirited Away, which I obviously don't own.

I've read multiple fanfics to do with this movie in the near past, so if you have also read a bunch, you may see some resemblances. I'll try to keep it as original as possible, but if I use someone else's ideas by accident, then I'm sorry and you can write a review saying so, so it'll be seen by the public. ^^

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It's been fifteen years since Chihiro, her mom and her dad moved to their new home. She had always planned to leave and go back to their old town, but she could never work up the courage, especially now since she finished college and she had no more inspiration.

Of course, with the exceptions of her infamous drawings and paintings of her most common subject. She called it a parody of Alice in wonderland. Most of the scenes took place in an old fashioned bathhouse, in a festival, or in a beautiful field. The drawings consisted of these characters: A weasel spirit named Lin, twin sister witches named Yubaba and Zeniba, a giant baby named Boh, a man that was a cross between spider and man named Kamaji who was usually accompanied by little black balls, and a black shadow wearing a mask named No-Face.

And she couldn't ever forget her favorite. A silver dragon who had long horns and beautiful green hair along his back. In drawings featuring a small girl with brown hair, she usually made the dragon (when the girl wasn't riding him through a blue sky) a handsome young boy, with striking emerald eyes and short green, nearly black hair. She called him Haku, or the spirit of the Kohaku River.

Whenever asked where she had gotten these ideas, she would simply reply, "Friends from another life. Good friends, ones that you wouldn't be able to forget," Even though she sounded so confident, she knew that was a lie. To be completely honest, she had no idea. Every once in a while, when she was younger, she would have dreams that would urge and inspire her to paint.

She would close her eyes and let the brush do its own thing. After the brush stopped moving she would open her eyes and in front of her would be a creation. Chihiro would go by intuition and pick a name randomly, somehow she just knew, that's what she said, anyway.

What confused people the most is how she would obsess with the river that almost drowned her, and name her favorite drawing after it. She thought she was crazy for a while too, but she couldn't help it. It was like the river was trying to draw her in. She never stayed too long when she visited it, scared that it would try to drown her again.

But the drawing she named after it… The silver dragon… That's what she was obsessed with. Not the river itself. She really did think she was crazy when she felt so happy drawing the dragon/boy. She would get a warm tingly feeling. She often told herself that she couldn't be in love with a drawing, a dream, a simple figment of her strange imagination…

That was… Until she met someone a week ago, who changed her life forever.

-Flash Back-

It was early in the morning and Chihiro had to run out to get groceries. She was out of milk. Again. Her dad was right, she was a milk addict. Not only milk, but pretty much the necessities. She hated going out, especially shopping. She wasn't broke, oh no, she had plenty of money, she just couldn't stand getting attention. She knew a lot of the elderly and children of the small part of town she resided in because of volunteering, and often bumped into them, which wasn't the problem either.

The problem was far off, she loved the elderly and children, which is why she volunteered. What she couldn't stand is when the elderly had grandsons and the children and big brothers that are with their family when she bumps into them. She couldn't stand being hit on, she simply wasn't interested.

She had tried to cut her hair real short and wear boy clothes, like she did as a kid, in order to look more like a guy. That failed. That attracted either females who were curious, or nerdy guys who just creeped her out more than the normal crowd. So, instead, she continued to dress in a tomboy way and grow out her hair. She had to admit, she looked better with long hair a girl clothes, but having the long hair was enough.

After scribbling down a quick list and getting dressed she headed out, making to double check if the house was locked. She lived with her dad, in the same blue house that her mom had pointed out.

Her mom…

She held back tears as she thought about. Her mother had died in a car accident 10 years ago, when she was 15. A man who had a little too much to drink, and a truck, and slipped out of his lane and right in front of my mother. She had swerved to avoid him, and she probably felt relieved, not bothering to pay attention to the very deep ditch she was heading into. Her car fell in nose first. They said she had died on contact, which was a somewhat relief… At least she didn't suffer. Hopefully.

Akiihiro, Chihiro's dad, was still broken up about it. He simply shut down whenever his wife was mentioned. Chihiro hadn't ever seen anyone cry as much as her father during her mother's funeral. Well, except for herself. As much of a tomboy as she was, she was still a bit of a crybaby.

She broke out of her thoughts and slapped her self before wiping away the moisture from her eyes, "Pull it together Chihiro or you're never going to get the chores done," She quickly opened her car door, a simple, boring, plain, blue sprint, and started the engine after slipping her seatbelt on.

The drive to the grocery store didn't take long. It was only about 15 minutes away, she just didn't want to walk. She would have a walk when it was cooler in the evening, maybe drive to her river and walk along it. No, not her river. Just because she nearly died in that river, did not mean she possessed it. But she couldn't help but feel happy when she thought, or said, 'her river.'

Taking a deep breath and wishing upon a star, she parked her car, and after grabbing some reusable black bags, headed into the store. It wasn't hard to find all the stuff she needed, she lived there for so long she could remember the employees names.

When she nearly at till, thinking she was home free, a wrinkly old hand touched her arm. She nearly screeched and whipped around to see who it belonged to, but she was able to keep it to a simple glance over the shoulder and a rapidly beating heart.

"Ah! Mrs. Nishihara! You gave me quite a fright!"

The old woman let out a small chuckle and smiled brightly, "Ah, just as easy as ever to scare, I see. You should really fix that."

Chihiro giggled, "I would be able to if I didn't always have to look over my shoulder for old teasers."

Mrs. Nishihara gave a small playful and dismissal wave, "If I didn't tease you, who would?"

"Grandma! There you are!"

Chihiro looked up to track the masculine voice only to see, to her dismay, it belonged to a guy, who was coming over to them. Don't get her wrong, he wasn't bad looking, he was quite handsome, she just hoped he wouldn't be like the others and try to flirt with her. The man was about her age, though much taller. He had messy short dirty blond hair and clear aqua eyes. He had chiseled features, and high cheekbones.

When he made it over to Chihiro and Mrs. Nishihara, he almost immediately noticed the woman. He looked her up and down, and self-consciously, she crossed her arms and gave him a cold glare, before looking away.

"Ah, now Chihiro, don't be like that. This is my grandson, Hisashi. Hisashi, this is a good friend of mine, Chihiro."

Hisashi smiled warmly, "Nice to meet you, you have a very beautiful name," He stuck out his hand in greeting.

Chihiro coldly took his hand, shook it once then dropped it, "Same to you."

Much to her relief, the cashier called, "Next!"

Chihiro started loading up her stuff, ignoring the old woman and her grandson chat to each other. Once she had bought her things, she walked as quickly as she could to her car. She let a breath go that she didn't know she was holding and loaded up the back seat with the groceries. She was about to get into the driver's seat, when a strong hand grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the door handle so she couldn't go anywhere. She followed the arm to see it belonged to Hisashi, and immediately gave him a etremly menacing glare.

He simply narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips going into a thin line, his voice hard and cold when he eventually spoke, "Listen, I don't want to cause trouble, I just think you should stop painting what you're currently painting. It's bad luck."

Chihiro nearly hissed at him, but managed to keep her cool, "It's my work, I can paint whatever I want."

He tightened his grip, making Chihiro wince. There was going to be a bruise in the morning, "I know you're obsessed with that dragon and river, the river that was supposed to have been destroyed, but had been simply re-routed. You need to stop. Forget about it."

Chihiro was starting to get angry, "And why should I?!"

He growled, a strange animal-like noise that was starting to scar Chihiro, "Because spirits and Humans can't be together. If you don't stop painting, at least never go that old train station or speak with a woman like the one in your paintings named Lin."

Chihiro felt adrenaline pump through her veins in anger, "Listen here, bub. I can do whatever I want. That 'Lin' character is simply a character in my paintings," with all her might she pushed him away roughly before slamming her car door and starting it.

Seeming to get the message, he backed away, his eyes changed from cold hate to desperate pleading. Chihiro ignored it as she pulled out of the parking lot, completely unaware that someone, or more like something, was following her.

Oh yeah, her life wouldn't ever be the same.

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Hope you liked it…

I nearly had to rewrite it twice so I hope it was worth the effort Lol.

I decided to do better organization, so hopefully, even though I plan to make future chapters short, at least it'll be enough to satisfy my need to write and you guys.

I don't know where the heck I'm going with this plot, but whatever.

Go with the flow, man.