(A/N:) Well, you asked for it, so I'm giving it to you. This part probably doesn't matter all that much to you, but it won't do any harm.

Anyways, this now-on-going story goes to sidechain, eragonroxmysox, Lauramichca, Jafilish, and Chocolatecoveredespressobean, for encouraging me to do this sequel!
Also to ElektricStorm, sidechain, and fireshock, for putting this story on alert (sly way of asking for a sequel. heehee).

Stuff you should know: This story takes place... well, right after the movie left off. Right when the car drives off. So you should get a pretty good idea of who everyone looks like, where they are, blah blah blah. Easier on your part. And mine.

Disclaimer: Let's say I did own Spirited Away and all of this. Now imagine me writing fanfiction on something when all the while I could just make it come true... Yeah, those two scenarios don't really match up, so there's your disclaimer for any of you who think that fanfiction-writers need one. This one goes for the whole story to come.

Spirited Away

The Bookcase

It didn't take long for Chihiro to find sleep, for before they even turned on the main road, she drifted off into a deep slumber. Her mom looked back to find her curled up without her seatbelt on. She shook her head and smiled.

When they got to the house, Chihiro's mom turned around in her chair again to wake up her sleeping daughter, "Chihiro… Chihiro, wake up, we're here,"

Chihiro grumbled and lingered in half-sleep for some time before forcing herself to move. She rubbed her eye with the hand holding the dragon scale, "H-huh?" She looked at her hand when she saw that she was holding something. When she caught sight of the scale, she bit back racing tears. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream.

Chihiro put the scale away. When she looked back up, her parents already got out of the car. They were waving at her from outside, "Chihiro!"

Her dad smiled, "Chihiro, come look at your new home!" He held his arms up, and Chihiro glanced in his direction… then deadpanned. Her dad looked retarded, standing like a clown auctioning off a bright blue circus tent. With eyes crusty, Chihiro sauntered after her parents in a sleep-walk toward the house.

Her house.

Her new house.

Outside, the house undoubtedly looked like every other house on their street: old and abandoned. So why would Chihiro's dad be so excited about it? Chihiro shook off the thought, too tired to think about anything at the moment.

Boxes piled on boxes were randomly strewn over their yard, and the moving van was nowhere to be seen. Chihiro looked up at the house from the cobblestone sidewalk, coming to see bent shutters and cracked blue plaster. The roof over the porch was adequate. But just adequate. Chihiro's gaze tore from up; she would sneeze if she looked up long enough. Glancing left and right down her street, she saw few things interesting. One thing that caught her attention was the 'For Sale' signs on both neighbors' yards.

Perfect.

Chihiro sighed out loud. This was going to be interesting. Even though everything was going to be new, it wasn't going to feel new. New, to Chihiro, was in the form of a bathhouse, with spirits running around carrying out orders from a witch with a head the size of Earth. Or Jupiter.

Yeah, definitely Jupiter.

Chihiro smiled. A slight smile, but enough to get her moving again. She stepped on to the porch.

Suddenly, her body twitched, like she was delicately jolted by electricity. She lifted her foot off the porch in a heartbeat. That was weird, Chihiro thought. She gritted her teeth; something was wrong. All wrong.

She heard voices from inside the open doorway, "Okay, honey, the electricity's working now!"

"That's good to hear."

Chihiro furrowed her eyebrows and huffed. That couldn't have been it. But, she took a deep breath; planted her foot like she did on the stairs back when—

She bit her lip. Try not to think about it, Chihiro. Not now. She tried a second time, and the jolt didn't come. Electricity or not, that didn't feel so good. Don't tell me there's another spirit world here, she thought. One was enough.

Tidbits of her parents' conversation could be heard as Chihiro walked across the warped porch.

"The movers probably left already."

"So they just came, unloaded, and left? That's very professional."

"I'll call them tomorrow, now that the phone works. Strange, this place looks like it wasn't touched in five days."

Chihiro walked into her house and looked around from the doorframe. To her left she saw closed double shoji doors, possibly leading to an office. To her right was an open doorway to the dining area, guessing from the size of the room and the mirror taking up the whole wall opposite the doorway. In front of her to the right was a sagging staircase, and the rest of the space was a hallway that led to the living area. There was one column in front of the living room to hold up the top floor. If you stood on the second floor like you were standing on the column, you would see the whole foyer area where Chihiro was if you looked down and diagonally left. It looked roomy from where the front door was.

The kitchen couldn't be seen from the front door. That's probably where her parents were. That's where the conversation drifted from anyway.

"I'm going to check out the back. Making sure they kept their promise."

"Their promise?"

"Yeah. I picked this house because our agents promised it had the best view!"

"View?" Chihiro sighed. With her dad, it was all about the view. The girl then decided to venture; what else would she do? Help unpack? Fat chance. Her muscles were still sore from cleaning, pulling a bicycle out of a river spirit and wrestling an injured dragon.

Nonetheless, she would give anything to do that again.

Upstairs was tenfold more exciting than downstairs. After venturing for five seconds, Chihiro already picked out her room: a veiled room behind a secret bookcase. How she found it so fast she could not comprehend. Her feet just walked, no, ran right to the bookcase like it was involuntary. She already knew there was a room there before she could guess. That's strange. There's usually a switch somewhere, she thought. Scanning over the books, she pouted.

There was no switch.

Well, she'd look for it later. There was plenty of time before dark, and she had more exploring to do. She was an explorer at heart after all.

That's what got her Spirited Away in the first place.

Chihiro took some time to inspect the bookcase beside a hallway leading to the other rooms. Far away, it really looked nothing more than an ordinary bookcase. Up close, it looked extraordinary.

Intricate designs of waves cascaded down and around the wooden framework. There were five levels, but Chihiro's eye level reached only the third. There were also different colored stones embedded millimeters apart from each other on the wooden shelves. They were even in the back behind the books. Now that was weird, thought Chihiro. How did the carpenter do that? The wood would've… oh well. It's pretty. The stones were, too. They were really smooth and shiny, each a different vibrant color.

Chihiro touched a stone.

"Ah!" she jerked her hand away. That feeling came again; this time with a white light. Chihiro found herself on the ground. She must've developed too much inertia from rebounding her hand forcefully. Looking up at the bookcase from the ground, it looked like a monster. The girl's heart was beating fast now. Too many strange encounters from this one house already.

Chihiro dreaded night.

Picking herself up, she scurried away from the bookcase and rounded the corner right of the bookcase, going past its left side. She found four doors in the hallway. Well, three and a half. Two doors on either side of Chihiro were facing each other, one other door on the left end, and one door at the end of the hall on the right. That door was so small Chihiro would have to crawl to get through. Probably the attic.

Chihiro looked to her right and reached for the doorknob. She stopped herself. Will I get shocked again? She tried it anyway, that ambitious child, and soon she found herself in a bedroom. Nothing special, so she closed the door. In the hall, she turned and walked forward. She looked at the little door, but just noted to come to it later. Chihiro chose to open the bigger door instead. Inside was the bathroom. Again, same old same old.

Chihiro suddenly felt sluggish, probably from the depleting adrenaline she had from exploring her house. She was even more tired than before. Walking back down the hall, she realized she didn't get to explore the door on her left. Well, on her right now, but whatever. She would do that some other time. "Not that I'm leaving anytime soon," She thought aloud. She walked out of the hall and to the left to get to the top of the stairs.

Then she glanced back at the bookcase. It looked ordinary from far away, but she had a feeling it wasn't. It wasn't.

Chihiro bounded back down the steps to meet her mother.

Her mom blinked, "Chihiro, where were you?"

The girl looked up, "Upstairs."

Her mom shook her head, "You kids, so curious."

Chihiro nodded, agreeing to whatever her mom was saying. She was tired, so nodding her head was all she offered as a response. Hopefully her mom didn't ask her to do something important.

"Your dad's outside in the backyard; checking out the view."

Nod.

"You should go see it, too."

Nod.

"The only reason he likes this house is because of it. Your dad really made the right choice to pick this house."

Nod.

"We have a wonderful view of the river. You remember when I told you about that river? Oh, what's it called… The… Kohaku River—?"

Nod—"What?!"

Before her mom could finish, Chihiro burst out the back door and looked around frantically, "Dad?! DAD?!" She saw him sitting on a boulder next to a river. That river.

He looked at Chihiro, "Oh, Chihiro, look at this! Bring back any memories?"

Chihiro was speechless. You have no idea.

(A/N:) So I was watching Spirited Away in my bed before going to sleep (again), and then I finally switch it off at one-o-clock in the morning, give or take a couple

minutes. The next thing I knew, I'm dreaming about bath-houses and river dragons. When I woke up, I thought to myself, "Great, not only am I thinking about it

when I'm awake, but it takes over my mind when I'm asleep." Pretty cool, but also freaky knowing that I could actually think of something for twenty-four hours...

Give or take a few.

Or not.

My Take on Reviews.
(Typed for people who have nothing else to do) I have nothing else to do so I'll just share some thoughts.

Reviews would be cool. Not just to have them, but to see where I'm at in terms of writing. I see reviews as REVIEWS, not as things I "have to have so more people would love me or see me as an ingenous writer" (Don't make me laugh)

"Review so I can have reviews so people can read my story and review!" ...Endless, but pointless cycle.

"ooo look, 167 reviews, dang she's amazing! It's better then this person they only have 30! ... And i have, like, 100 chapters while that person has 1." ...That's 1 or 2 review(s) per chapter while that girl has 30 per chapter. Read her story instead, it could be more interesting.

Another thing: read everyone's story (ESPECIALLY if they have 0 reviews). Maybe that story is the best thing you will ever read, but you don't want to because it has 0 reviews. Just read it, don't look at the review count.

(A/N 2:) Laughing Well, share your thoughts if you want to. Should I go on or should this story be dropped into the Kohaku River like Chihiro was?