Pokemon Spirited Away

Hello readers! WhiteOwl74 here again! Next chapter is up! And it surprises me that I've got the second already set, even though I just started typing yesterday. Ah well! When inspiration strikes, you better get it while it's hot!

Review from last chapter: While on a trip with her friends, White and company discover a gate that leads to an abandoned town. Despite White's dread, the group continues onwards, Cheren and Bianca shared a moment before the trio found a food stand. The later had some noodles when White's Snivy took off running, White following.

Alright enough of reviewing! Onward to the next chapter! Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or Spirited Away. I just own my soul, my books, and my imagination, not for sale!

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"Snivy!" White shouted as the little snake Pokémon darted around a corner. "Come on girl, what's the matter?"

White rounded the corner quickly and managed to scoop of the Grass-type. Snivy flailed around; worried someone else had snatched her before settling down, realizing it was White.

"What's wrong girl?" White cooed, gently petting the top of her partner's head. She looked around at their surroundings. She placed Snivy around her neck as she walked forward, curious.

The twosome walked up some stairs to see a massive tree standing guard over a tall statue. It was red with fancy gold corners, the top a house-like structure with white panels and black markings White couldn't understand. Her eyes flickered to the right and she let out a slight gasp of wonder.

A massive building stood before her, elegant and tall. The decor took White' breath away, with its red walls, and mint-green and golden trim. A steel chimney stretched out into the sky, belching out smoke, and White walked across a small wooden bridge that connected the building to the street. A man-made water fall stood within the confines of a walled garden in the front, steam rising up into the air. Paper lanterns hung from the roof as the light began to fade. White frowned; it had only been three when they had entered this amusement park. Why was it turning to night already?

"It looks like a bath house, right?" she asked Snivy. The Grass-Pokémon shrugged, she knew very little about architecture. "But seriously, when did it get so late?"

Rumble…rumble…WHOOOOOH.

White raced to the right side of the bridge to catch sight of something.

"There's the train," she said to Snivy as the red locomotive passed by underneath with a wave of smoke.

As it disappeared underneath the bridge, White and Snivy raced to the other side, curious to see where it was going, White perching on the railing to get a better look at the train. She turned, surprised, where she found that she and Snivy weren't alone after all.

A pale boy was staring at her in shock. He was taller than her, maybe a year or two older. His long hair was a tea green that was tied back and his grey-blue eyes widened with surprise. His clothes were a white top with blue trim and black pants, his shoes sandals. To White, he seemed strangely familiar.

The strange boy gave a slight gasp as he saw White more clearly.

"You shouldn't be here," he whispered to her before his voice grew harder. "Get out! Now!"

"What?" White asked as Snivy nodded earnestly and began to tug on White's leg.

"It's almost night. Leave now, before it gets dark!" the green-haired boy urged.

Indeed, the sun was starting to set, the sky turning orange. Again, White wondered how the time could pass by so quickly. The lanterns began to illuminate the growing darkness.

"Damn," the boy whispered. "There lighting the lanterns already." He shoved White away, back across the bridge.

"Hey what's going…"

The boy pushed her again. "Go! You've got to get out of here! Go across the river before nightfall! Just run, I'll make sure they won't catch you."

"Wait…" White said as he blew a flurry of pink cherry blossoms across the bridge.

"You're still here? Run! I'll cover you!"

White grimaced but did as she was told and ran down the steps, back towards the food stalls with Snivy. She paused as she was halfway down slightly before continuing, the lanterns flickering on. "What's with him?" she asked Snivy, who didn't say anything.

They hurried past several stalls when White realized that they weren't as empty as she had thought. As more lights came on, White saw black, see-through creatures with only white circles for eyes milling around inside the stalls. White gasped, but kept moving. She had to get Cheren and Bianca.

"Cheren! Bianca! Where are you guys? We have to go, now!" White shouted.

Then she heard the commotion, with her friends' voice calling out to her.

"White!" Bianca's wail cried.

White stiffened before taking off, her speed even faster than before. She turned the corner to see the stall she had left her friends at and gasped. There, a Purrloin with a red pair of glasses and a Deerling wearing a green hat were struggling against some of the black creatures White had seen. Tepig and Oshawott were fighting them off as well, but it looked like the battle was not going well.

"Cheren! Bianca! Where are you two?" White cried out.

The Purrloin wriggled out of one of the creatures grasp and shout in Cheren's voice, "White! Get out of here! YOU have to run!"

"Cheren!" White shrieked in surprise. Her eyes flashed to the poor Deerling, its hat lopsided. "Bianca?" she asked fearfully.

The Deerling tossed its head to regarded White before crying out, "Oh White! Run! Please, you have to escape!"

"Wait," White cried when one of the creatures grabbed her shoulders. She shook furiously, trying to loosen the iron grip on her when a lock of her hair flew into her face. Before her very eyes, the brown curl began to turn a creamy white. She let out a wail and fought harder, but it was no use. She felt her body change slightly, growing leaner, her hair shortening. That's when an outside force tackled the creature who was gripping White.

"Leave her alone! Take me instead!" Cheren shouted as he fought the creature, White dropping to the ground, splayed out a bit before leaping back to her feet.

"Cheren! Bianca!"

"Run! Take our partners with you," Cheren shouted as he struggled again. Bianca managed to kick a spirit in the face. "We'll distract them. Hurry! You can get out of here!"

"But!"

"GO!"
And with that, her friends' partners in tow, White ran. For a second, Cheren thought he saw a white Pokémon with a blue band around its waist in his friend's place, before White's shoes were smacking the pavement again, her brown hair falling from her Ponyta tail. He clawed another figure as she disappeared from view, making a solemn promise to herself that she would help her friends.

White blinked away tears that plummeted to the ground as Tepig and Oshawott jogged to keep up with her pace that could outrun a Zebstrika.

"I swear you two, I'm coming to return and save you both," White said aloud.

"That's fine and dandy, but first we need to save our own skins if we're going to help them out," a female voice said from around White's neck.

White gasped and nearly skidded to a stop. "Snivy! You can talk!"

"I've always been able to talk, you just don't listen close enough," the Grass-type replied. "Maybe it's this place. I don't know. Hey! You two! What happened back there?" she shouted, addressing the other Pokémon.

"I…I don't know," Oshawott whimpered, nearly falling over. White hurriedly scooped him and Tepig up into her arms, not breaking pace. "Cheren and Bianca were just waiting for you guys to come back and to pay the person, then suddenly all these black things poured out of nowhere and surrounded them!"

"When they backed away, Cheren and Bianca," Tepig said sadly, "Had turned into Pokémon. They started to attack us then."

White cried softly as she ran down the street, the sun sinking behind her. It took her a moment to figure out which direction to go in. By the time White was nearing the place where she and her friends had entered a short while ago, the sky was turning a deep blue-black. Hopefully there was still time to cross back into the station.

SPLASH!

"Water!" White shouted, swimming back to her side.

The empty river bed from early had somehow filled up to become a colossal body of water, more like a lake than a river. White winced at all the water in front of her. She could swim, but not to the station. Besides, she had had bad experience with water in her past and water put out fire. She squinted her eyes, trying to see if, by some chance of dumb luck or faith she could reach the other shore.

A distant glow caught her eye. The building White and her friends had exited from earlier, was glowing like a neon light! It was the center of a twinkling city. White shook furiously. There had been only one building earlier and now it was surrounded by others. What was going on?

"What is this?" Snivy asked.

"I must be dreaming," White whispered as she stared at the sight.

White sank to the ground, her knees like jelly. Snivy patted her shoulder as Oshawott and Tepig nuzzled her comfortingly. Snivy let out a gasp.

"Waah! White! Y-y-your hands!"

White blinked and held them out. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. They were see-through, like a ghost! She could just make out the thin outlines of hands as a glowing, festive steam boat pulled up onto the shores of the stairs. The doors opened as floating masks levitated out. Once they neared the edge of the boat, reaching land, they gained a scarlet cloak around their bodies, purple headgear, and a fan clasped in a hand. Other creatures appeared too, all heading in the same general direction.

White tried to remain calm as she back up with the Pokémon, who were also beginning to fade away. That calm lasted only a few moments, before the girl scooped them all up again and race up the grassy hillside, leading them to an abandoned shed nearby.

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The boy from the bathhouse, at the moment, was ducking through the crowds, searching every corner for any sign of the girl from earlier. He had a mission to follow, but he had his own priorities now. It was important to find the girl. It was clear she hadn't been able to reach the river by them. He swore angrily at himself. If he had sent her away faster, then she could have made it, but he had been too surprised by her sudden appearance to react as quickly. Now she was stuck here and her friends had been turned into Pokémon. She herself had narrowly escaped the same fate. But things weren't looking very good if he couldn't find her soon.

His ears twitched as he heard a lite sob. It was the girl. She was by the river, hidden in a shed with three Pokémon, one for herself and the others belonging to her friends. Scanning the hills, the boy found the shed and raced over to the lost girl.

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Wow! Two chapter in one night? I'm on a roll! Any guesses on the mystery boy? Find out by reading the next chapter! It'll be here soon!