History

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Definitely not my first Spirited Away fic, but I deleted my first one because it sucked =p I was watching it yesterday and I've loved the movie since the first time I watched it...which was...when I was...7? I'm 16 now, still loving it =p

Short schpiel...haha just a stream of consciousness. Enjoy =)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. I wish I did!

History was Chihiro's favorite class, and nobody knew why. They all just assumed it was just a hobby, some specialized knowledge that Chihiro possessed that made her better at it and more interested than anyone.

But she knew.

During the Japanese revolution unit back in early Japan, Chihiro had somehow knew about the twin women captured and ordered to be executed because of suspected witchcraft. She gave more information about them than even the teacher knew about and could confirm. They had also found and taken a baby from their home and killed him too, saying that he was "affected" by the "magic" performed within the house. She told them about the old, broken stone shrines that dotted the pathways through the forest, about the mysterious carved figures standing in front of dark tunnels that led apparently nowhere. She told them why the abandoned tunnels and buildings stood and their purpose in being built. And although many of her classmates were still alive when they had drained the Kohaku River, she could tell them exactly what happened to the river, how, and why.

There was just something peculiar about this girl. It wasn't that she wasn't liked and adored by her classmates; she had plenty of friends and was doing well in school.

But she was different, and they all knew that. No one could put their finger on it, and every time someone asked, Chihiro would only smile and shrug before turning away, her eyes in a far-off gaze before looking back at them, her eyes telling them a story that they couldn't understand. A wonderful, magnificent story full of magic and danger, of a bathhouse, a spider-man, a girl named Lin, a huge baby. And if they looked harder, they could see an image of an ivory white dragon with an aqua-green mane, flying through the sky. It was a beautiful dragon, and they often became entranced before she blinked or looked away, story and images forgotten.

Often, Chihiro would look to the sky, her eyes forever searching the heavens. When her friends called, it usually took a while before she would snap back into reality.

She had never told them. She had never told anyone.

That the magnanimous story her eyes told were true, that she had really met twins who were witches, had traveled with an enormous baby, and had fallen in love with a dragon-river guardian. That in the middle of history class, she always thought about them. Thought about the twins that were killed, about the baby who died. About the overrun tunnels and the drained Kohaku river. About the bathhouse. About Kamaji, about Lin. About Zeniba and Yubaba. About Haku.

Chihiro saw a picture of the Kohaku river in her textbook and she lightly ran her fingers over it as she saw a faint outline of a dragon in the water.

Yep. That's the end =) Thanks for reading =) Review?