Chapter 1

Revisiting Love

Yes I too love Spirited Away and I decided to write a fan fic about it when I was in the shower…I get all my idea in that place….weird… oh and I don't own Card Captor Sakura and I either don't remember or is wasn't said on what the baby or yubaba's baby was so I have a name for it. If it has a name let me know or else ill keep with the name I have given him same goes for the bird

The warm rays of the early morning sun came through my white window sill. It made the part of my green and blue quilt I always slept on to be much brighter where the quilt was facing the window. I hate the morning. I would love to sleep forever. It gave me an excuse to dream of me and...Him. I wanted to keep on dreaming but I was woken up the sound of my red "Card Captor Sakura" clock that made the sound "Come on kiddo! Time to greet the day!!" in Kero's voice over and over until I shut it off by pressing down a wing on the side of the face. I got up feeling groggy. I moaned a big moan and got off of my bed. I stretched by bending my body down to touch my toes. Great another day at my new school. Though it had been a year since I moved here I still considered it new, it wasn't like the school I was used to, where I had my friends and I new about the good kinds of people and bad types of people. I still sat alone at lunch and didn't know who "cool" people to talk to were and who wasn't "cool" to. This new school sucked balls and my parents didn't want to move. You see my father was working at a low income rate as an insurance salesmen and he decided one day after a hard unfair day at work…

He walked through the door red-faced and looked like he was about to strangle something. I looked at him with fright in my eyes. Mom gave me a look that read "hide in the closet dad is dangerous" and that's what I did. I ran into the closet as I heard the very screams and bangs that still haunt my dreams.

I could here my mother screaming as my father was abusing her. I heard the big SLAPPING noise that could only be the sound of a think meaty hand that belonged to my father hit my mother's smooth complexion

"I've wasted my life at that god for saken job working for little money and no bonuses or anything. I hate that building and I hate that man…THE MAN WHO I HAVE TO CALL SIR EVERY SINGLE FUCKING MORNING AND NIGHT!! I have to put on this fake smile everyday and pretend that I have the best job in the world...but you know what? It sucks DAMN MR. FUMIKI TO HELL!!"

My mom was trying to calm him down but he just wouldn't. He was a volcano that had all ready erupted and cannot be stopped by any power known to man. My father continued in a loud and booming voice

"That's why I quit today and have an idea that will make this family rich!!"

My mom tried again effortlessly to calm him down but this rant would not subside so she asked in a trembling voice

"W-what is your idea h-h-hun?"

He looked at her with a flash of gratitude in his eyes possibly from the fact she is not going to call the cops on him

"I am going to open up my own restaurant. It will serve the finest foods and I will finally be my own boss and I won't have to take orders from the likes of sleaze bags like Mr. Fumiki" my mother nodded in approval and said soothingly

"Let's go up stairs and talk more about this"

My Dad agreed and they went upstairs…my dad breathing in very deep breaths as his anger had weakened. I came out of the closet with tears in my eyes and a look of confusion and sadness.

I shivered from the memory. It made me scared and taught me to not get me dad mad… he eventually got his dream restaurant that he wanted. It was called "Spirit Cafe" the irony in that always got me but I loved to go anyway my dad named it that because of the legends of the spirits that live there, I of course know that they are true because I witnessed them first hand. We moved to this town because you see the only place we can get an affordable place was all they way out here which is also where my dad goes to cooking school. He has his license but he always is up for new recipes that would knock your socks off. He was an excellent cook and the food at the Spirit Café was so yummy and best of all it was really popular with the locals and that's how we got our main income besides my mom's job which is a school teacher at the elementary school.

I made my bed and went into the bathroom. I looked at my reflection which didn't surprise me. I was a mess. My hair looked like I had spiked it with gel and left it in. My face was all red from sleep and my eyes were crusty like my dad's special okinamiyaki that has a very crusty crust…hence the crust part. If Hesaw how I looked this morning he would probably laugh that beautiful wistful laugh and flash His smile that made me fall in love with Him in the first place. I missed it so much it was as if everyday was a new challenge that I had to get through and at the end of those challenges there He would be, smiling and holding His arms out for me. I had my doubts though. He was still trapped in the spirit world and I don't even know if He got out of Yubaba's old and withering clutches. Just the thought of that witch made a shiver go up my spin. Just the memory of all the manual labor she made me do came flooding back into my mind, the powerful spirit who smelled so atrocious was the worst job. I had to scrub the big tub so hard I had blisters for a week and the smell never really came out of my cloths and I still kept those cloths down deep in my closet so the smell will be suppressed. I didn't want to wash them for so many reasons, one was the fact that even thought there was a horrible smell the smell that He radiated overpowered the odor, and it was the only thing that had evidence that it all wasn't some dream, some strong illusion that made me imagine his features and his voice. I sighed at those thoughts; I can't keep living in hope for one day for us to be reunited.

I knocked that thought out of my head. I sill had one shred of hope left in me and I held on real tight for dear life. As I got read for school by doing my daily routine of showering, brushing my hair, my teeth, I got to the part of the day that mad my stomach lurch, I looked at the violet hair-holder. It glimmered with the light coming through my bathroom window (which was connected to my room). I could see a very faint reflection of my friends in the glimmering purple holder, I wasn't sure if it was Zeniba's power or my own memory. I saw the pale white face of my dear friend No Face, he seemed to be happy on Zeniba's farm and had finally found where he was wanted and loved, I saw the fat face of Yubaba's baby Kuno, he looked so happy as he played with Yubaba'a old bad henchman Yu-bird, Then I saw His face and I couldn't help but feel hot tears well up in the corners of my eyes but I quickly wiped them away. I had to get through the day…one more challenge. So I put the protective band on in a ponytail style in my brown hair and I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I looked at the Shiba High School Uniform that I was forced to wear. It was a long white shirt with a maroon sweater with an "S" on the top left corner of the sweater knitted in a gold yarn. I wore a long grey skirt with knee-highs and the ugliest black opened-toed shoes I had ever seen. It was supposed to add fashion to this dull and ugly ensemble but it ruined it even more. They were too big and I stumbled whenever I walked down the stairs in them, which was bad because in Shiba High there was A LOT of stairs…and plenty of ways to embarrass myself in front of the student body that all ready treated me like an outcast. In my opinion I would love to stay in the Spirit World and work my knuckles to the bone then be at that hellhole, at least there I had friends like Lin, Kamaji, all of the Soot Mites, No-Face, the workers at the bathhouse, and so many more I couldn't think of them all at the same time. I was interrupted from my looking at the mirror by my mother calling from upstairs

"Chihero, Time for breakfast your rice is getting cold!!"

"Hai!!" I yelled down (1)

I opened my white, wood door and ran down the creaky steps. I saw my mother at the stove cooking what smelled like eggs, and my father sitting down reading the newspaper. Grunting once in a while depending upon the article he read. When I came down the stares there was a loud CLUNCK! from the stove. I looked at where it was located, which was at the back of the kitchen and saw my mother pick up a metal spatula. She looked at me and said

"OH Chihero you surprised me! You came down the stairs so quietly you could have been a ghost"

I laughed and said with a hint of confusion in my voice

"Heh sorry Mom I won't do it again"

A thought had occurred to me then, I thought I heard the stairs creak as I went down them. I replayed the last 16 seconds in my head and got to the part where I was going down the stairs. I remember hearing a CREAK….this was way weird. I looked at my dad and he looked back at me and greeted me with the same old

"Hey Chihero"

"Hey Dad"

"Listen, I need you to help work at the restaurant today. I have a party of 34 that I need an extra hand with. Can you please help us?"

I replied hiding a sigh of knowing what I have to come home to, a long night was ahead of me when I was done with working. Our teachers give us a lot of homework and I am always done at 10 every night. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LAST THE NEXT MORNING WITH A PARTY OF FRICKIN 34?

"Y-yeah Dad"

"Great!" My dad leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I smiled up at him, I didn't want to hurt his feelings…and I didn't want to get hurt myself…he has been through so much with quitting his job, spending countless hours awake looking for a good place that was cheap so where he could start his dream…and plus…though he doesn't remember…he, like my mom, where turned to pigs. Sometimes when I look at them a flash of there pork selves comes into view...and there squeals fill my head. It's not like I wasn't happy they where human and that I was moving on…but it's hard to forget what I was though.

Mom put the yellow eggs on the table with a red and white checkered tablecloth. The steam smelled so good that I was salivating. I picked up my cutlery and began eating. I ate and ate my food until my mom came over and said

"Chihero you're eating like a pig"

At that statement I dropped my fork and knife and swallowed my last piece of egg I would most likely ever had. I wiped the excess egg from my face and got up. The bus wouldn't be there for another 6 minutes but I needed to leave and clear my thoughts of what my mom just said. I got my book bag with a lunchbox already installed in it, courtesy of Mom. I managed to quiver out

"B-bye family I'm off to school"

"Have a nice day!" my parents replied. At that moment the images of the pig-parents I once had with squealing and all came into my head. I rushed out the white door and onto the dirt driveway to the mailbox that belonged to our family, where the bus would pick me up.

in case you didn't know "Hay" Is "yes" in Japanese

me: YEAHH I DID IT!! and its not that long!! Go me go me!!

Chihero: wow did you have to make me so sad and say he all the time?

Me: yeah

Chihero: why?

Me: CAUSE I SAID SO THAT'S WHY!! Please people read and review!!!