A Memory Not Forgotten
Disclaimer: * coughs * Would I even be doing a disclaimer if I owned it? Hey, I totally redid the first chapter. I think that this is much better. Oh, and if you didn't know, the girl in the chapter is Chihiro.
Exciting Events
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The clickety-clack of the keyboard pierced the stillness of the quiet, coffee-cup littered apartment. A girl of about twenty stared keenly at the bright covered screen of a computer as she typed even more swiftly. While hazel eyes were bright, dark smudges lurked beneath them and her normally glossy, chestnut hair was in disarray. Suddenly she crowed in delight.
"Yes! I'm done!"
Smiling in satisfaction, she slowly pressed the print button on her computer and leaned back in her chair as the slow printer struggled to get out the two hundred page story. 'Finally I'm done writing about Spirit World. Wow, it's taken me ten whole years to write it all, but it's all been worth it.' She stretched her arms and glanced at the clock. "What the- ?" her mouth dropped in horror. Her shrill cry rang throughout the apartment building.
"IT'S SEVEN-FORTY?!! OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE INTERVIEW!"
Rushing into the bathroom and muttering curses, she put her hair in a messy bun and shrugged into a yellow blouse and jeans, all the while still brushing her teeth and washing her face. Hopping on one foot as she put on her socks and shoes, she banged open the door and sprinted out into the hallway, holding her story in her mouth, which miraculously finished printing at the very last moment. Still cursing, she flew past the slow elevator and literally jumped down the staircase as she whipped out a pair of shiny car keys. Panting now, she made a beeline for a small, lime-green beetle. She threw open the door and jumped in, starting up the car in only a few seconds. Making her way into the road, she zoomed past the cars and only made a few illegal turns. Finally she stopped in front of an enormous office building, sporting in bright blue letters, Tokyo Publishing co.( Hey, I don't know what the major publishing company is.)
Heaving in deep breaths, she made her hair as best as she could and tried to still her rapid-beating heart. Taking another deep breath, she walked into the swinging doors, down the polished, tile floors and fished out a crumpled post-it note from inside her pocket. Looking at the numbers on the ratty slip of paper, she made her way toward one of the many gray doors and with a trembling hand, knocked on the door.
As the door slowly opened, Chihiro looked nervously at the small clock hanging on the wall. Mentally she breathed a soft sigh of relief. It was eight o' clock, she had made it right on the dot. A small man greeted her with a bright smile. His wispy black hair barely covered his decreasing hair line. A weathered, wrinkled face smiled good-humoredly at the nervous girl and he beckoned her in with a small wave of his hand. With another wave of his hand, he motioned for her to sit in a small leather chair. Extending his hand, he said in a warm, hearty voice,
"Hello, you must be Ogino Chihiro. I am Mr. Takashi and I will be your agent."
Chihiro gave him a weak smile. It took all her willpower not to panic. 'Wow, I can't believe they actually wanted to see if the story was good. B- but what if they don't like it?' Mr. Takashi smiled encouragingly at her. His look was sympathetic and one could tell that he knew what she was going through.
"Well, let me see your story then," he requested.
Chihiro hesitated, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the thick wad of papers. Seeming to sigh, her shoulders slumped and she slowly handed them to Mr. Takashi, who only shook his head and grinned. Taking them gently from her fingers, he sat in his chair and began to read. After a few moments, he looked up to see that the fidgeting girl was still there. Making a shooing motion, he told her,
"You can go now, I'll call you tomorrow."
With that, his eyes turned to the paper once more and his brow started to furrow. Chihiro hesitated as she gave a glance at the small man, but he seemed to have forgotten her as his eyes glided over the pages of words. Sighing again, she gradually let herself out of the chair and to the door. She was a little frantic now, her thoughts seeming to whiz by in her head. She skipped out nervously.
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Then next day, Chihiro stared at the phone, waiting for it to ring. As if hearing her thoughts, the phone began to ring. Shaking, she picked up the phone.
"H-hello?" her voice quavered.
"Hey Chihiro! It's Hiroshi Misao from work. I just called to tell you that there's been a fire and that you don't have to come to work today. Well, only our office building was damaged, but all our software was in there, so we don't have to come, alright?" her perky voice said from the other end of the line. (If you're wondering, the day before was a Sunday and she works as a computer software specialist.)
Chihiro's mouth twisted as she contemplated telling Misao to just fuck off, she didn't give a damn about the office building. (Sorry, I know, curse words, but she's twenty for crying out loud!) 'Urgh, why am I being so nasty today? Misao didn't do anything, even if she is one annoying little prep.' Chihiro heaved a sigh as she put the phone down on the receiver. As she put it down, it began to ring. Picking it up heavily, she asked in an annoyed tone,
"Hello?"
Mr. Takashi's warm voice answered, "Well, Miss Ogino, Tokyo Publishing co. has decided to publish your book, Spirited Away. I have not come across a better piece of literature in a long while." He paused. "Good job. Meet me tomorrow at, let's say, twelve thirty tomorrow to discuss the papers that need to be signed. Well, good-bye Miss Asagi and see you tomorrow." With that, the phone clicked and all that was left was the dial tone echoing through her ears. She sat there without moving for a few minutes, eyes wide in shock.
Quivering, she put down the phone. A huge grin plastered itself onto her face as she got up little by little from her seat. Unexpectedly, she jumped into the air and screamed in excitement.
"My book is getting published!"
She just had too much energy and nowhere to let it all out. After a few moments of pacing, she came up with a brilliant idea. She was going for a drive. Now she just had to find those stupid car keys.
Thirty minutes later Chihiro was down the elevator and into the parking lot. As she stepped out, she felt something hit her foot. When she looked down, it glinted in the sun and she saw that it was a small gold coin. Bending down, she picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds. Engraved upon it were some strange symbols surrounding a tiny eye that was wreathed in feathers. Busy studying the strange coin, she didn't notice the sudden change of temperature and a tiny, swift shadow that sped to her car. When it got there, it engulfed the engine and for a moment it glowed sinisterly before settling back into its regular color. Chihiro's eyes were still inspecting the small coin when it just dropped from her hands and when she looked to find it, it was gone. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, she finally shrugged it off and made her way toward the car.(By the way, the symbol on the coin is going to have a connection to something later in the story.*hint hint*)
Just as she was getting in, she felt a strange power that made her neck hairs rise. She couldn't explain how she knew that it was a power, but it was there and it certainly wasn't very nice. Suddenly she saw the power and her breath caught in her throat. It was somehow connected to the engine, and in her curiosity, she put the key in ignition and turned it to see what would happen.
The events that happened next seemed to go in slow motion. Her hand was abruptly clutched in someone else's and it wrenched her out of the car with surprising force. The next moment, a shattering explosion rocked the parking lot and pieces of her car rained down, but it was soon out of her mind as she gripped her shoulder that had suddenly blossomed in pain. Then.the pain was gone, replaced with a cool numbness. As Chihiro looked to see who her savior was, her body stiffened in shock and her eyes went wide. Her breath caught in her throat as she choked out a single name.
"Haku."
A/N: To all those who already read the chapter I wrote before this, you know what's going to happen next. And I want to give a special thanks to Imp, you always gave me good reviews and advice. I just want to thank you. Well, I'm not going to update soon; I have to go to Italy.( Oh, well! It's good for me, anyway!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA! Ehehehe * sweatdrop* Well, I've packed my bags and I'm going soon! So, seeya in two weeks!
Disclaimer: * coughs * Would I even be doing a disclaimer if I owned it? Hey, I totally redid the first chapter. I think that this is much better. Oh, and if you didn't know, the girl in the chapter is Chihiro.
Exciting Events
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The clickety-clack of the keyboard pierced the stillness of the quiet, coffee-cup littered apartment. A girl of about twenty stared keenly at the bright covered screen of a computer as she typed even more swiftly. While hazel eyes were bright, dark smudges lurked beneath them and her normally glossy, chestnut hair was in disarray. Suddenly she crowed in delight.
"Yes! I'm done!"
Smiling in satisfaction, she slowly pressed the print button on her computer and leaned back in her chair as the slow printer struggled to get out the two hundred page story. 'Finally I'm done writing about Spirit World. Wow, it's taken me ten whole years to write it all, but it's all been worth it.' She stretched her arms and glanced at the clock. "What the- ?" her mouth dropped in horror. Her shrill cry rang throughout the apartment building.
"IT'S SEVEN-FORTY?!! OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE INTERVIEW!"
Rushing into the bathroom and muttering curses, she put her hair in a messy bun and shrugged into a yellow blouse and jeans, all the while still brushing her teeth and washing her face. Hopping on one foot as she put on her socks and shoes, she banged open the door and sprinted out into the hallway, holding her story in her mouth, which miraculously finished printing at the very last moment. Still cursing, she flew past the slow elevator and literally jumped down the staircase as she whipped out a pair of shiny car keys. Panting now, she made a beeline for a small, lime-green beetle. She threw open the door and jumped in, starting up the car in only a few seconds. Making her way into the road, she zoomed past the cars and only made a few illegal turns. Finally she stopped in front of an enormous office building, sporting in bright blue letters, Tokyo Publishing co.( Hey, I don't know what the major publishing company is.)
Heaving in deep breaths, she made her hair as best as she could and tried to still her rapid-beating heart. Taking another deep breath, she walked into the swinging doors, down the polished, tile floors and fished out a crumpled post-it note from inside her pocket. Looking at the numbers on the ratty slip of paper, she made her way toward one of the many gray doors and with a trembling hand, knocked on the door.
As the door slowly opened, Chihiro looked nervously at the small clock hanging on the wall. Mentally she breathed a soft sigh of relief. It was eight o' clock, she had made it right on the dot. A small man greeted her with a bright smile. His wispy black hair barely covered his decreasing hair line. A weathered, wrinkled face smiled good-humoredly at the nervous girl and he beckoned her in with a small wave of his hand. With another wave of his hand, he motioned for her to sit in a small leather chair. Extending his hand, he said in a warm, hearty voice,
"Hello, you must be Ogino Chihiro. I am Mr. Takashi and I will be your agent."
Chihiro gave him a weak smile. It took all her willpower not to panic. 'Wow, I can't believe they actually wanted to see if the story was good. B- but what if they don't like it?' Mr. Takashi smiled encouragingly at her. His look was sympathetic and one could tell that he knew what she was going through.
"Well, let me see your story then," he requested.
Chihiro hesitated, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the thick wad of papers. Seeming to sigh, her shoulders slumped and she slowly handed them to Mr. Takashi, who only shook his head and grinned. Taking them gently from her fingers, he sat in his chair and began to read. After a few moments, he looked up to see that the fidgeting girl was still there. Making a shooing motion, he told her,
"You can go now, I'll call you tomorrow."
With that, his eyes turned to the paper once more and his brow started to furrow. Chihiro hesitated as she gave a glance at the small man, but he seemed to have forgotten her as his eyes glided over the pages of words. Sighing again, she gradually let herself out of the chair and to the door. She was a little frantic now, her thoughts seeming to whiz by in her head. She skipped out nervously.
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Then next day, Chihiro stared at the phone, waiting for it to ring. As if hearing her thoughts, the phone began to ring. Shaking, she picked up the phone.
"H-hello?" her voice quavered.
"Hey Chihiro! It's Hiroshi Misao from work. I just called to tell you that there's been a fire and that you don't have to come to work today. Well, only our office building was damaged, but all our software was in there, so we don't have to come, alright?" her perky voice said from the other end of the line. (If you're wondering, the day before was a Sunday and she works as a computer software specialist.)
Chihiro's mouth twisted as she contemplated telling Misao to just fuck off, she didn't give a damn about the office building. (Sorry, I know, curse words, but she's twenty for crying out loud!) 'Urgh, why am I being so nasty today? Misao didn't do anything, even if she is one annoying little prep.' Chihiro heaved a sigh as she put the phone down on the receiver. As she put it down, it began to ring. Picking it up heavily, she asked in an annoyed tone,
"Hello?"
Mr. Takashi's warm voice answered, "Well, Miss Ogino, Tokyo Publishing co. has decided to publish your book, Spirited Away. I have not come across a better piece of literature in a long while." He paused. "Good job. Meet me tomorrow at, let's say, twelve thirty tomorrow to discuss the papers that need to be signed. Well, good-bye Miss Asagi and see you tomorrow." With that, the phone clicked and all that was left was the dial tone echoing through her ears. She sat there without moving for a few minutes, eyes wide in shock.
Quivering, she put down the phone. A huge grin plastered itself onto her face as she got up little by little from her seat. Unexpectedly, she jumped into the air and screamed in excitement.
"My book is getting published!"
She just had too much energy and nowhere to let it all out. After a few moments of pacing, she came up with a brilliant idea. She was going for a drive. Now she just had to find those stupid car keys.
Thirty minutes later Chihiro was down the elevator and into the parking lot. As she stepped out, she felt something hit her foot. When she looked down, it glinted in the sun and she saw that it was a small gold coin. Bending down, she picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds. Engraved upon it were some strange symbols surrounding a tiny eye that was wreathed in feathers. Busy studying the strange coin, she didn't notice the sudden change of temperature and a tiny, swift shadow that sped to her car. When it got there, it engulfed the engine and for a moment it glowed sinisterly before settling back into its regular color. Chihiro's eyes were still inspecting the small coin when it just dropped from her hands and when she looked to find it, it was gone. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, she finally shrugged it off and made her way toward the car.(By the way, the symbol on the coin is going to have a connection to something later in the story.*hint hint*)
Just as she was getting in, she felt a strange power that made her neck hairs rise. She couldn't explain how she knew that it was a power, but it was there and it certainly wasn't very nice. Suddenly she saw the power and her breath caught in her throat. It was somehow connected to the engine, and in her curiosity, she put the key in ignition and turned it to see what would happen.
The events that happened next seemed to go in slow motion. Her hand was abruptly clutched in someone else's and it wrenched her out of the car with surprising force. The next moment, a shattering explosion rocked the parking lot and pieces of her car rained down, but it was soon out of her mind as she gripped her shoulder that had suddenly blossomed in pain. Then.the pain was gone, replaced with a cool numbness. As Chihiro looked to see who her savior was, her body stiffened in shock and her eyes went wide. Her breath caught in her throat as she choked out a single name.
"Haku."
A/N: To all those who already read the chapter I wrote before this, you know what's going to happen next. And I want to give a special thanks to Imp, you always gave me good reviews and advice. I just want to thank you. Well, I'm not going to update soon; I have to go to Italy.( Oh, well! It's good for me, anyway!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA! Ehehehe * sweatdrop* Well, I've packed my bags and I'm going soon! So, seeya in two weeks!