Disclaimer: I do not own Spirited Away, though I really want to. But luck
is just not on my side!
A/N: Hi people! This is my first attempt at Spirited Away fics. I just watch it yesterday, but I watched the Chinese version, so I am not sure with the Japanese names. I am sorry if the names complicated you all. Please kindly leave a note, telling me who is who. I know some of the characters, all which I will use in this chapter. Please tell me the name of the others! Thank you!
Chihiro's P.O.V.
"Now, go and don't turn back!"
Don't turn back. Don't turn back. Don't turn back. Don't turn back......
The voice was fading. I sat up and looked around. I am in the same room that I was using for the past 2 years. And I just had the same disturbing dream. The one that asked me not to turn back. No matter what day, or where I was, whenever I have the dream, I can't see the owner of the voice. Its as if the owner don't want to see me. But I don't believe it. The voice sounded.concern about me. As if he knew something about me that I don't know myself. The something that was lost from my memory 2 years ago. Nobody knew about my dream. I wouldn't want anyone laughing at such a silly dream. It might be silly, but having the same dream nearly every night for 2 years is not silly at all. There was something to the voice. I know the voice, but I don't know where I knew it. This was the accident's fault. It stole my memory away. Or at least, part of my memory. The part where the owner of the voice was concerned. The part about the boy who caused the accident. that part.
I remembered being sad and moody and also lonely. I don't remember why, but I suspect it has something to do with shifting in the middle of school year. I remembered how hard it was to say goodbye to my best friends- or, ex-best friends, since they had never written anything to me or reply my letters- and starting here as a new girl. I don't know anyone around here and I preferred to stay in big towns or cities rather that the countryside.
Yes, I remembered seeing a boy across the road. He smiled at me and motioned for me to cross over to him. He must've been someone important, because I remembered being really excited to see him. Though I couldn't remember anything except for that warm and sincere smile, I remembered wanting to get to him as fast as possible. So fast that I forgot all the rules about crossing the road. I forgot about looking left and right before crossing. I forgot about not standing in the middle of the road. I did all those. I crossed halfway and couldn't see the boy anymore. So I stood in the middle of the road, feeling really stunned and disappointed. And then, I heard a rude and loud honking sound before something knocking me and I felt extreme pain. That's all I remembered before I blacked out.
I woke up and found myself in the hospital. I saw my parents and close relatives all huddling around me and looked relieve when they saw me waking up. But their relieve was short term when I asked them "Who are all of you? What are you all doing in my room?" and then, I remembered asking them, "Who am I?" the ladies started crying and the men showed grief, though they did not cry. I remembered seeing my father (I did not know at that time!) shedding a few tears. Slowly, I regained my memory and I was happy. They told me my memory was complete. I did not- I refuse- to tell them about the boy I saw. I just told them that I was careless in crossing the roads. I did not know why, but I wanted to keep it a secret. I knew my memory was not complete, because I did not remember that boy or how he looks like. Or why I got excited and happy seeing him. That was when my dreams started. And it went on until now. I know that the owner of the voice must be the boy, but I don't know who! And I really want to find out.
"Chihiro!" my mother called me. I snapped out of my bothering thoughts. "Coming!" I replied, shouting so that she could hear me from downstairs. I recognize that tone straight away. It was the 1-am-trying-to-be-calm-and- reasonable tone. Which means I had done something wrong-again. It was the fourth time this week, and its only Tuesday. This is going to be a long week.
"Explain this to me!" She said, still in that tone, waving my report card. Oops! She must've found out about the 'E' I got for History. I tried to think of a way to get out of this mess. Finally, my 'smart-ass' brain came up with "That's my report card, mum." One look at her face and I know I am in hot soup. That answer is not for adults! Teenagers might think its funny, but certainly NOT adults! "Trying to be funny?" we'll see whether you think its funny when I do this!" my mother picked me up- I am considered light for my age- and dumped me- and I mean DUMPED ME- outside the door. "Don't even think of coming back until your history marks improve!" she yelled, loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear. I started to protest but she slammed the door shut before I could do so. I swore that I saw dust falling down. Definitely NOT my lucky day!
I decided to stay outside the door until my dad comes home- that is soon, I hope. He is pretty reasonable-though he is not reasonable when it comes to losing weight- and I know he will stand up for me. But my decision went down the drain when I saw him! THE BOY! The boy who haunted my thoughts for 2 years, and I am pretty sure it is his voice that haunted my dreams. The answer to part of my memory. Well, at least, I think is him. He started to walk away and I followed him. All worries about getting home were lost. I knew that curiosity kills the cat, but somehow someway, I felt that it is safe to follow him. As if I knew him well. No, I know I knew him, somewhere in the memory that I lost. I called him, but he did not reply. I tried to catch up with him, but he went faster each time I moved up. Almost flying. When I went out of breath, he stopped, as if waiting for me. Maybe, just maybe he was really waiting for me. I couldn't see his face again. I could only see his warm, sincere smile. I believed I knew him before and that he is NOT evil.
I noticed that he was taking me to a place I did not recognize, but seems familiar. I wanted to ask him about it, but I knew he will not answer. He will only smile his smile. We walked on a path that seems not been used for a few years. On my left and right were trees and trees. The trees here were thicker and darker shade of green the other trees I've seen before. I went to explore forests before when I first came to this countryside, but I did not remember coming to this part. Or, at least, I think I don't remember. The whole place seems vaguely familiar.
He finally stopped walking. I looked at my surrounding and saw an old red tunnel opening. There's a grotesque looking stone in the shape of a demon? It seems to be guarding the opening of the tunnel. I look at the boy. He gave me one last encouraging smile before disappearing into the tunnel at the speed of light. Not knowing what to do, I just follow him into the dark tunnel.
"Don't grip me too hard, Chihiro. I can't walk!"
Huh? Where did that thought came from? That was mother's voice, but I don't recall when she said that. But I knew I heard it twice. It's just a feeling that I have. I can't explain why, but I just knew. I made a mental note to ask her about it later. The tunnel was really dark and I couldn't even see my hands in front of me. But, just before I chickened out and turn behind, I saw the other end of the tunnel. Light was coming through and I ran towards it, ready to dish the dark tunnel. I ran out, expecting the boy to be there. But no one was around.
A new- or old? - land came to view. I saw a bridge in front of me and my body automatically crossed it. I reached a town. Or, should I say, a dead town. No one was around and it was silent. A pin drop could be heard from far away. I walked around the shops, peeking into some. The familiar feeling was coming back. I know I've been here before. But when? The sun was setting and I had to choose my destination. It had gotten darker. The darker it got, the town seems to get alive. Lights flicked on and food seems to appear out of nowhere. I saw a ferry- with passengers?- arriving at the dock. I walked towards the building in the middle of the town. The building attracted me the most.
On my way there, I saw a young lady with long brown hair and carrying a basket who seems to be rushing to the same direction as I am. I stopped her, by catching her wrists. (A/N: lets just say that the medicine Haku gave Chihiro still works) "Hi! could you, by any chance, tell me." I couldn't finish my sentence as she interrupted me with squeals of delight and in a blink of an eye; she was hugging me, saying that she missed me. When she realize that I wasn't hugging back or feeling as excited as she is, she held me at an arms length. She studied me curiously. "Sen? Are you alright? Why did you come back? Did you come back to look for Haku?" I was silent for a moment, trying to understand what she was saying. Came back? That means I came here before! But. I had to ask her "Who are you? Who is Haku? I came here before?"
To be continue!
Reviews please!
I know this is kinda short, but I am going to make other chapters longer.
I am not sure what is going to happen, but I will think of the plot and finish the story, hopefully. So please review, so that I will have ideas!
A/N: Hi people! This is my first attempt at Spirited Away fics. I just watch it yesterday, but I watched the Chinese version, so I am not sure with the Japanese names. I am sorry if the names complicated you all. Please kindly leave a note, telling me who is who. I know some of the characters, all which I will use in this chapter. Please tell me the name of the others! Thank you!
Chihiro's P.O.V.
"Now, go and don't turn back!"
Don't turn back. Don't turn back. Don't turn back. Don't turn back......
The voice was fading. I sat up and looked around. I am in the same room that I was using for the past 2 years. And I just had the same disturbing dream. The one that asked me not to turn back. No matter what day, or where I was, whenever I have the dream, I can't see the owner of the voice. Its as if the owner don't want to see me. But I don't believe it. The voice sounded.concern about me. As if he knew something about me that I don't know myself. The something that was lost from my memory 2 years ago. Nobody knew about my dream. I wouldn't want anyone laughing at such a silly dream. It might be silly, but having the same dream nearly every night for 2 years is not silly at all. There was something to the voice. I know the voice, but I don't know where I knew it. This was the accident's fault. It stole my memory away. Or at least, part of my memory. The part where the owner of the voice was concerned. The part about the boy who caused the accident. that part.
I remembered being sad and moody and also lonely. I don't remember why, but I suspect it has something to do with shifting in the middle of school year. I remembered how hard it was to say goodbye to my best friends- or, ex-best friends, since they had never written anything to me or reply my letters- and starting here as a new girl. I don't know anyone around here and I preferred to stay in big towns or cities rather that the countryside.
Yes, I remembered seeing a boy across the road. He smiled at me and motioned for me to cross over to him. He must've been someone important, because I remembered being really excited to see him. Though I couldn't remember anything except for that warm and sincere smile, I remembered wanting to get to him as fast as possible. So fast that I forgot all the rules about crossing the road. I forgot about looking left and right before crossing. I forgot about not standing in the middle of the road. I did all those. I crossed halfway and couldn't see the boy anymore. So I stood in the middle of the road, feeling really stunned and disappointed. And then, I heard a rude and loud honking sound before something knocking me and I felt extreme pain. That's all I remembered before I blacked out.
I woke up and found myself in the hospital. I saw my parents and close relatives all huddling around me and looked relieve when they saw me waking up. But their relieve was short term when I asked them "Who are all of you? What are you all doing in my room?" and then, I remembered asking them, "Who am I?" the ladies started crying and the men showed grief, though they did not cry. I remembered seeing my father (I did not know at that time!) shedding a few tears. Slowly, I regained my memory and I was happy. They told me my memory was complete. I did not- I refuse- to tell them about the boy I saw. I just told them that I was careless in crossing the roads. I did not know why, but I wanted to keep it a secret. I knew my memory was not complete, because I did not remember that boy or how he looks like. Or why I got excited and happy seeing him. That was when my dreams started. And it went on until now. I know that the owner of the voice must be the boy, but I don't know who! And I really want to find out.
"Chihiro!" my mother called me. I snapped out of my bothering thoughts. "Coming!" I replied, shouting so that she could hear me from downstairs. I recognize that tone straight away. It was the 1-am-trying-to-be-calm-and- reasonable tone. Which means I had done something wrong-again. It was the fourth time this week, and its only Tuesday. This is going to be a long week.
"Explain this to me!" She said, still in that tone, waving my report card. Oops! She must've found out about the 'E' I got for History. I tried to think of a way to get out of this mess. Finally, my 'smart-ass' brain came up with "That's my report card, mum." One look at her face and I know I am in hot soup. That answer is not for adults! Teenagers might think its funny, but certainly NOT adults! "Trying to be funny?" we'll see whether you think its funny when I do this!" my mother picked me up- I am considered light for my age- and dumped me- and I mean DUMPED ME- outside the door. "Don't even think of coming back until your history marks improve!" she yelled, loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear. I started to protest but she slammed the door shut before I could do so. I swore that I saw dust falling down. Definitely NOT my lucky day!
I decided to stay outside the door until my dad comes home- that is soon, I hope. He is pretty reasonable-though he is not reasonable when it comes to losing weight- and I know he will stand up for me. But my decision went down the drain when I saw him! THE BOY! The boy who haunted my thoughts for 2 years, and I am pretty sure it is his voice that haunted my dreams. The answer to part of my memory. Well, at least, I think is him. He started to walk away and I followed him. All worries about getting home were lost. I knew that curiosity kills the cat, but somehow someway, I felt that it is safe to follow him. As if I knew him well. No, I know I knew him, somewhere in the memory that I lost. I called him, but he did not reply. I tried to catch up with him, but he went faster each time I moved up. Almost flying. When I went out of breath, he stopped, as if waiting for me. Maybe, just maybe he was really waiting for me. I couldn't see his face again. I could only see his warm, sincere smile. I believed I knew him before and that he is NOT evil.
I noticed that he was taking me to a place I did not recognize, but seems familiar. I wanted to ask him about it, but I knew he will not answer. He will only smile his smile. We walked on a path that seems not been used for a few years. On my left and right were trees and trees. The trees here were thicker and darker shade of green the other trees I've seen before. I went to explore forests before when I first came to this countryside, but I did not remember coming to this part. Or, at least, I think I don't remember. The whole place seems vaguely familiar.
He finally stopped walking. I looked at my surrounding and saw an old red tunnel opening. There's a grotesque looking stone in the shape of a demon? It seems to be guarding the opening of the tunnel. I look at the boy. He gave me one last encouraging smile before disappearing into the tunnel at the speed of light. Not knowing what to do, I just follow him into the dark tunnel.
"Don't grip me too hard, Chihiro. I can't walk!"
Huh? Where did that thought came from? That was mother's voice, but I don't recall when she said that. But I knew I heard it twice. It's just a feeling that I have. I can't explain why, but I just knew. I made a mental note to ask her about it later. The tunnel was really dark and I couldn't even see my hands in front of me. But, just before I chickened out and turn behind, I saw the other end of the tunnel. Light was coming through and I ran towards it, ready to dish the dark tunnel. I ran out, expecting the boy to be there. But no one was around.
A new- or old? - land came to view. I saw a bridge in front of me and my body automatically crossed it. I reached a town. Or, should I say, a dead town. No one was around and it was silent. A pin drop could be heard from far away. I walked around the shops, peeking into some. The familiar feeling was coming back. I know I've been here before. But when? The sun was setting and I had to choose my destination. It had gotten darker. The darker it got, the town seems to get alive. Lights flicked on and food seems to appear out of nowhere. I saw a ferry- with passengers?- arriving at the dock. I walked towards the building in the middle of the town. The building attracted me the most.
On my way there, I saw a young lady with long brown hair and carrying a basket who seems to be rushing to the same direction as I am. I stopped her, by catching her wrists. (A/N: lets just say that the medicine Haku gave Chihiro still works) "Hi! could you, by any chance, tell me." I couldn't finish my sentence as she interrupted me with squeals of delight and in a blink of an eye; she was hugging me, saying that she missed me. When she realize that I wasn't hugging back or feeling as excited as she is, she held me at an arms length. She studied me curiously. "Sen? Are you alright? Why did you come back? Did you come back to look for Haku?" I was silent for a moment, trying to understand what she was saying. Came back? That means I came here before! But. I had to ask her "Who are you? Who is Haku? I came here before?"
To be continue!
Reviews please!
I know this is kinda short, but I am going to make other chapters longer.
I am not sure what is going to happen, but I will think of the plot and finish the story, hopefully. So please review, so that I will have ideas!