A.N. - This all started when I was thinking, "Man, Chihiro and Haku need to be older so they can get it on!" But then I thought, "That's incredibly selfish and the movie is about pure love and Chihiro's coming of age." So instead of my previous plotless fantasy this story is about Chihiro maturing as a person and growing up.
Now before all of you start reading the actual story there are a few things I need to say first.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Spirited Away" nor any of its characters. This is a work of fiction and written purely for entertainment purposes.
Warnings: There will be fowl (hehe fowl, yu-bird flies away). Ahem, there will be foul language, mature situations, mature themes, overly mature fruit, heavy use of personification, sex, drugs, alcohol, and probably other things people will find offensive.
Now you may read the story.
Chihiro sat in the back of her parent's car. The car gentle jostled Chihiro as she daydreamed. The car hit a particularly bad pot hole which jolted her out of her thoughts. Looking down at the object clenched in her hands her mood darkened. The said object was a bouquet.
Upon further inspection her mood darkened even farther, "Mom! My flowers died!"
Her mother tucked a stray strand of hair behind her face before answering her daughter, "Well, it's no surprise considering how tightly you were holding them."
"But, Mom!" Chihiro's protest was cut short by her mother.
"Don't worry, dear. We'll put them in some water when we get to the house." Getting no sympathy from her mother Chihiro slumped in her seat.
Slouching even further into her seat Chihiro muttered to herself, "This sucks. I finally get a bouquet and it's a goodbye present. It's depressing."
Her mother tried to cheer Chihiro up, "What about the rose your father and I got you for your birthday?"
Chihiro snapped at her mother, "It was one rose! One flower doesn't make a bouquet." Chihiro was in a full blown sulk when her eyes landed on the cute goodbye card. Starting at the offending card she angrily removed it and stuffed it in to her short's pocket. Pink shorts nonetheless, they should be black or red. Pink kind of detracts from the whole angry mood. Card dealt with Chihiro let the bouquet fall to the floor.
Chihiro switched positions so she was lying across to seat. She put her feet up on the window opposite her. She then proceeded to glare at her sneakers as if it was their fault she was moving.
Her staring match with her shoes was interrupted when her father called out, "Look Chihiro! There's your new school."
Her mother tried to lift Chihiro's mood, "It doesn't look so bad."
Chihiro twisted in her seat and lifted her head to stick her tongue out at the offending building. How dare it interrupt her staring match! "It's gonna stink! I liked my old school." Chihiro was seventeen when her parents decided to move, in her last year of high school no less. She flopped down onto the seat again to resume the staring match with her sneakers.
"I'm going to roll down to windows, dear." Chihiro ignored her mother and continued with the staring match. That is until her mother meet word with action and the wind playfully blow her hair into her eyes, causing her to blink. Damn.
Chihiro crossed her arms and turned away, refusing to meet the snickering eye of her shoes, shoes that won both staring matches. It was embarrassing, beaten by her own shoes. Damn shoes, they were gloating too.
Growing bored, as teenagers are wont to do, Chihiro sat up when her dad pulled the car to a stop.
"Did I miss a turn somewhere?" he asked looking out the window and scratching the top of his head.
"Look dear! Our house is right there, it's the blue one at the end." Chihiro's mom said pointing out the window. Chihiro looked at the house. The house was a pretty blue color and didn't look that bad. Of course she would never admit to it, but still.
It's probably just because it's blue. Blue's my favorite color so it isn't playing fair. Thus convinced that the house was cheating and that if it was any color other than blue she would hate it Chihiro examined the surrounding area.
"Ah ha! I'll just take this road. It's a shortcut." Hearing those words from her dad Chihiro knew she was in trouble.
"Dear," Chihiro's mother tried to prevent the disaster that was approaching, "The movers will get there before us. Let's go back."
"Nonsense, it's a shortcut." Chihiro's mother sighed. She had lost the battle.
As the car started forward Chihiro looked down at the base of an old tree. Lots of little square rocks with a hole in the middle lay around the tree overgrown with weeds. "Mom, what are those stones?"
Chihiro's mom looked to see what her daughter was talking about, "They're little house, for the spirits.
"Oh," Chihiro's sullen mood was left behind as her father drove deeper into the woods. Behind some trees she thought she saw a squat frog statue.
The frog statue was forgotten as they left all semblance of civilization behind and her father accelerated to what Chihiro was sure was a dangerous level, "Dad! Are we lost?"
"Don't worry, I've got four-wheel drive!" Her father switched into four-wheel drive and put on a burst of speed, throwing Chihiro back into her seat.
"The car speed around a curve and bumped over a stone road. The road straightened out revealing a large lump of stone and a red building at the end. Chihiro's dad slammed on the breaks and managed to stop the car bare foot away from the lump of stone.
Chihiro and her parents poured from the car. Chihiro recognized the lump of stone to be a statue like the frog statue she saw earlier. On further inspection the red building turned was actually a tunnel.
Chihiro's dad stood facing the tunnel scratching his head, "Huh, I wonder what it's doing here? Ah, let's go explore."
"Come on dear, the mover's will get there before us," Chihiro's mom tried to get her husband to return to the car.
"They have keys; let them get started with out us." Chihiro's dad shrugged off his wife's concerns.
Giving up on convincing her husband to stay Chihiro's mom followed him into the tunnel.
"Dad! Mom! Don't go! It's—" Chihiro struggled to think of a reason for her parents not to go, "It's creepy! I'm not going!" Satisfied with her answer Chihiro stomped her foot and ran over to the frog statue.
"Fine Chihiro," he mother sighed, "Wait in the car for us." Her mother then turned and headed into the tunnel. Chihiro stood next to the statue pouting. Looking at it next to her she could she the smile of both sides of the statue.
The double smile freaked Chihiro out a bit as tried to think of what to do. She could stay next to the double smiling frog or she could follow her parents into the dark unknown tunnel. Creepy frog statue or unknown tunnel with her parents. Finally she made her decision, "Mom, wait for me!"
Chihiro ran to catch up with her mom. When she got there latched on to her mom's arm. "Chihiro, don't grip my arm so tight. You'll make me trip." Chihiro lessen the death grip on her mother only slightly.
Chihiro couldn't help it. The dark reminded her of the monsters she thought she could see when she was little. They were always there: under her bed, in her closet, beneath the stairs, behind the doors, everywhere. She knew now that they weren't real, just figments of her imagination. But the dark still brought back bad memories.
While Chihiro was remembering the numerous hiding places for monsters the tunnel got lighter, and the family stepped into a strange room.
A.N. – Alright everybody, let me know what you think. Please. Have a good day.