Hey everyone! So I read this amazing story called Spirited Away 2: The Unfamiliar Realm by PiiXXiiEE, and it inspired me to try and write this as well as she did hers. And I want to thank my reviewers. I don't have many, but the ones I do are amazing!

Chapter 4: I Dream of War

I wasn't sure how, but I had somehow gotten into the Sprit World, and was now standing in front of the bath house. But the bath house was different. Instead of the usual delicately painted wood and the lovely plants that grew beside it, there was a dull rotting building with dead plants everywhere.

There was no sign of life anywhere. The place looked completely abandoned, yet something was telling me to go inside. As I took a step forward, the door to the bath house opened wide, like it was sucking me in, but right before I had been fully sucked in, the image changed, and I was now in the middle of what seemed like a battlefield.

There were spirits in front of me with weapons of many kinds, some I had seen others foreign. What was really odd was that they were all looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. Something rang from my mouth and they all lifted their weapons and began running at an unseen enemy. I just stood at the top of the hill and watched.

"You're going to be ok." I heard from next to me. I turned to see a tall boy, my age with neatly-cut black hair that was down to his shoulders. He wasn't skinny, but he was thin and seemed very strong. He wore what looked like ancient bronze armor over a traditional bath house uniform. If it wasn't for the familiar Peridot eyes, then I would have thought he was some amazing unknown warrior. But there was no doubt about it; this was my dear friend Kohaku.

"I'm not worried about myself." My dream self said, giving him a worried glance. "I don't want anybody dying for my sake. Especially you."

He gave me a small smile. "If I do go down, know that I won't let it be for just anybody." He said before the image changed again, and I was standing in Zeniba's house next to No-face.

Zeniba handed me an armful of clothes. "We've got a lot to discuss. But for now, go clean up. The war isn't going to get here overnight."

I knew I was dreaming, but I wasn't sure if it was actually a dream. As I felt myself waking up, I got one last image of me fighting. There was a small, but extremely fast shadow coming right at me, and before everything faded, I turned to see Haku take a deadly blow.

I woke up in a cold sweat and was relieved to see that I was still in my room completely safe. I breathed a sigh of relief before opening the window to the bright Friday morning. No-face was standing next to the bed with the usual expression on his face. I smiled at him letting him know I was fine.

I stood to get dressed and almost slipped on something. Quickly looking down I found I was standing on a large pile of papers filled with the drawings No-face had drawn last night.

"You were busy." I said bending over and picking them up. I looked in wonder at all of the amazing pictures. They were all of the bath house and the garden up until halfway where I flipped a page and saw an image of Zeniba. She looked exactly the same, the only difference was that she looked worried. I flipped to the next page and found a picture of Yubaba. I wasn't sure how I had known the difference, but I did. It might have something to do with the fact that their eyes held different expressions. One held worry and happiness while the other held malice and greed.

I flipped through the rest of them. One was of Kamaji, another of Lin, and another of Boh and Yubird. I stopped on the one that I had been looking for. It was an image of Haku; he looked exactly the same as when I had last seen him, but his eyes looked happier even if his faced showed that he was sad. He looked like he found his place, but was missing the thing keeping him there.

"This is how they looked right before you left, right?" I asked. No-face nodded and started in a new drawing.

'This can't be right. I've been gone for five years, and they look like they haven't aged a bit. But then again, they're spirits and live forever while I'm mortal.' I sighed before setting the pictures of my friends into a separate pile before stretching. I had been expecting at least Haku to look like the person in my dream.

"I'll be back in a few hours, No-face. You can do whatever you like while I'm gone as long as everything is the same when my parents get home." He nodded, and I went to get ready for school.

As I was walking to the bathroom across the hall from me, I heard my mom call me into the kitchen. I slowly and hesitantly walked in and took a seat at an empty stool. My aunt, who had come home sometime during last night had just entered the room. She looked like she knew exactly what was going on.

"Chihiro." My dad started. "As you know, we've been thinking of moving recently." My heart immediately jumped into my throat. "We found a house in Brazil, and we bought it. We know how much you love this place, so we've decided to keep this as a summer home, but the rest of the time we're going to be living in Brazil. I know it's far away and a lot different than here, but…"

"No." I suddenly said. I hadn't even known I had said it until my dad stopped talking.

"No?" he inquired.

"I'm not going." I said simply shaking my head. I was not leaving this place, and I was not going to fight about this.

"Chihiro, you're only fifteen, you can't live by yourself. Plus, what about us?" My mom added.

"I'm staying here. I don't care what it takes." Then I got a really good idea. "I can go to that live-in private school down the street."

"I thought you said you didn't want to go there?" My aunt asked. I was really irritated with her at the moment. She had been the one to plant the idea of moving in my parent's heads.

"I don't care what it takes. I'm not leaving and I'm not arguing about this with you. My home is and always will be here."

The finally seemed to understand that my feet were firmly planted in this and that they weren't going to get anywhere.

"Alright Chihiro, we'll sign you up for the boarding school, but if you change your mind at any time, you let us know." I nodded in agreement, even though I knew I would not change my mind.

Within the weekend, we had all fully packed what we needed and were now having our goodbye dinner. No-face was standing in the corner of the room, invisible to everybody, but I saw him stealing some food from a few of the dishes when nobody was looking. I couldn't help but snicker a few times when my dad would go to eat something and it would be gone.

"Have you changed you mind Chihiro? You know we won't be upset if you did." My aunt asked hopefully. I knew that if I said no, then she was going to throw a hissy fit. Sometimes, I wondered about my aunt's maturity, so I didn't give a straight answer.

"I'll make my final decision tomorrow morning before you leave." I said before saying goodnight and going up to get ready for bed.

Out of everything I had packed to move into my room in the school, what took up a lot of the bag space were my mythology books and drawings that No-face had done. I didn't know who to expect to room with at the new school, but I guess you could say I was expecting what everyone would say they expected. Stereotypical rich snobs with expensive designer clothing and cars that cost more than houses.

I went to bed Sunday night with a clear conscious, excitedly waiting for the unknown.

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