Okay, so this is my first fan fiction ever. I was really inspired by the other pieces of writing that I read so I figured I should join too. I'm open to lots of critism; good and bad. I hope you guys enjoy it !

Thoughts are in italics.

Oh and just so we know I do not own Spirited Away.

Chapter 1: Lost, but Now Found

Narrator's/Chihiro's POV

I should've never left.

Why did I leave?

Do they think of me?

Does HE think of me?

Do they even remember me?

Ha, of course they don't. I'm stupid to think I was ever that important to them.

It had been 13 years since Chihiro Ogino had been to the Spirit World. Ever since she got back to the Human World nothing was ever the same. Her parents stopped caring for her and barely paid her any attention. Chihiro had raised herself and never asked her parents for anything, knowing she wouldn't get it anyways. As soon as she was old enough she moved out, not wanting to stay some place where no one cared. Her parents were unaffected by her move, seeing as how they paid little attention. She didn't hate her parents, but she didn't appreciate the fact they left their little girl to grow up on her own. She hadn't moved far, just an hour or so away from her old house.

Chihiro's childhood wasn't rough, but it was very lonely. As she grew up she made no friends, she preferred to stay by herself. No one really understood her. In school she excelled in all her subjects, math and art being her favorites. She was a content person and made do with what she had. Even though Chihiro was sad she always had a smile on her face, trying to hide how much she was really suffering.

Chihiro had grown up very beautifully as well. She wasn't very tall; around 5'5. She had grown out of her child roundness and had inherited very nice, but subtle curves in all the right places. Her hair had grown to the middle of her back in gentle waves. Her chocolate brown eyes were framed with long eyelashes that cast shadows on her face. When she did smile, which was very rarely, whoever was near her couldn't help but smile too. She had a very calming and infectious aura. Chihiro had grown into a very beautiful woman.

Currently Chihiro worked in the only library in her small town. She enjoyed her job because of the quiet. She was just turning off all the lights before she left again for the night. She was often the last person there and was assigned to lock up when she left. With all the lights off and the door locked Chihiro made her way to the car. This was not the first time she had thought about the Spirit World. She missed everything about it; the smell, the scenery, the people. Oh how Chihro missed all of her friends. Kamaji, her grandfather in a sense, Lin, who was basically like a sister to her, Zeniba, who had treated Chihiro as her granddaughter, Boh, the little baby who she had grown to love, she even missed his evil mother, Yubaba. But most of all she missed the one who had saved her multiple times all those years ago, the one who was her friend, the one she could trust, the one that had created the biggest impression on her when she left the Spirit World, Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi, or as she called him, Haku.

~ sigh ~

Whenever Chihiro thought of Haku her heart broke a little more. She missed the dragon so much it hurt to even think about him. He had promised her that they would meet again, but it had been 13 years! How much longer would she have to wait? The more she thought about this the more she doubted ever seeing him again. She was just a stupid human who wandered in a magical world many years ago; it seemed unlikely that anyone would remember her.

A silent tear fell down Chihiro's face. The Spirit World was her home. That was where her real family was and she thought about it every day. As she drove home she passed the same road that had led her and her parents to the magical place, she thought of the amount of times she tried to go back and ended up finding nothing but an empty tunnel. She was depressed and was as lonely as ever. She parked the car and opened the door to her house.

Chihiro was very simple, as is her taste in decoration. The inside of her house was filled with subtle pastel colors. Nothing to flashy, but very calm and warm.

Better than Yubaba's taste, that's for sure, Chihiro thought to herself, smiling at the memory of the old witch's terrible taste in decoration. Chihiro went straight to the bathroom, in need of a hot shower to calm her muscles. This was her usual routine as soon as she came home from work. As she was taking a shower she thought of what it would be like if she ever went back to the Spirit World. Even though it had been a long time, Chihiro didn't give up hope. She trusted Haku and knew that one day they would meet again.

What would he look like now? He couldn't still be the same 10 year old boy I met years ago. He was pretty cute back then; could he possibly be even more handsome now?

Chihiro blushed at her thoughts. She pushed them to the side as she got dressed. Before Chihiro went to bed she always read a book. It helped her relax and usually put her into a deep sleep. She grabbed one of her favorite books and turned on her table lamp. Books seemed to be Chihiro's only friends for the past few years and she enjoyed their company. As she was about to reach the end of her chapter she heard a noise coming from down the hall.

It was faint at first, but then the sound of breaking glass and heavy foots steps made Chihiro more afraid. She got off her bed and grabbed the nearest weapon; her can of air freshener. She slowly opened her door and tip toed to the end of the hall, around the corner of the kitchen. The noise got louder and finally Chihiro could hear the voices of men, maybe about two. She got even more nervous.

How did they get in? What do they want? How will I get out alive?

She didn't know what to do, she tip toed back to her room thinking of ways to get out. Obviously her can of air freshener wasn't going to do much but make the place smell of apples and cinnamon. She stopped her pacing and looked up at her window. She wasn't too far from the ground and it wouldn't hurt that much if she jumped, maybe just a few bruises. She bruised easily, this wouldn't be a problem. Chihiro heard the men approaching her door; she acted swiftly, threw open the window and dived out for freedom.

She landed on her back; that was going to leave a mark and ache in the morning, but Chihiro had to act fast before the men found her. She got up slowly making sure everything was intact, and then she made a run for it. As she looked back she realized the men were running at full speed to try and catch her. She didn't know what they wanted or what they were after, so she continued to run; not slowing down.

Chihiro wanted to scream, but was so out of breath. She only heard the rapid beating of her heart and the raspy gasps of breath coming from her mouth. They were still behind her, not seeming to get tired.

Gosh! Would they ever give up?

Finally one of the guys screamed at her:

" Chihiro! We're not trying to hurt you, we're here to help! Master Kohaku sent us."

Hearing Haku's name made all her joints lock. She couldn't move. If Haku sent for her then it was safe for her to trust these men, right? She slowly turned around and waited for them to catch up. She was impressed at how far she had run.

Finally they caught up to her and started panting heavily.

"Jeez Chihiro, are you a track star?", one guy said.

Chihiro still kept her guard up, not knowing if she could trust these guys.

"Who are you and how do you know my name?", Chihiro asked.

One guy stood straight and said, "Oh how rude of us, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Master Koroki, but you can call me Roki. And that is my brother Master Koyoko."

Master Koyoko bowed at Chihiro. "I prefer Yoko. The whole 'Master' thing is overrated", Yoko said to Chihiro.

Chihiro took in their appearances. Roki was a tall, well-built man. He had a head full of blonde curls that fell over his shoulder. His eyes were a brilliant blue, just like the hakama he had on. He had a strong jaw and a boyish grin on his face. Yoko wasn't much different. He was about the same height, 1 inch more or less. Unlike Roki, he had straight, fire-red hair coming down to his waist, covering one eye. However, the striking violet shade of his eyes were evident enough to see through the screen of hair; they were the same color as his hakama. His features still had a little bit of roundness, but he still had the physique of a man. He gave Chihiro a devilish playful smile. He was unique is his own way. Overall, both men looked gorgeous and had the essence of gods.

Chihiro found herself admiring their looks longer than necessary. She quickly came back to reality.

"You didn't fully answer my question. Who are you guys", she asked repeating herself.

Yoko cleared his throat, "We are the Kings of the Spirit World, but more importantly, we are Kohaku's brothers. He sent us to come and find you. We're here to bring you home Chihiro".

That was the first chapter! How was it? Remember I'm open to all types of critism. It's important, I want you guys to enjoy the story. I'm not sure where to go with my next chapter, but I'm sure it'll come pretty soon. Any questions just ask. Sayounara ! 3