A/N: I apologize for not posting anything for the past 3-4 days. I decided to have some me time, and was a little lazy, but I know that as a writer I must tend to my pieces like a plant, and as a writer I must also be aware that people are waiting for the story to continue (Also saying this through experience of many very good but incomplete stories as a fanfic reader too, so I want to mark myself as a writer who would actually complete and dedicate oneself to the story, and I apologize if I have offended those who went on permanent or long term hiatus or have not managed to complete their stories. I'll try to complete my stories!) Anyhow here is chapter 4! (_)

Spirited Away belongs to Hayao Miyazaki.

Chihiro

After school had ended, Fumiko, our new friend Tatsuya and I walked home together. I was a little shocked to find out that Tatsuya lived in the same neighbourhood as us. I informed Tatsuya of the things about our school, while Fumiko 'informed' him of the juicy subjects going around lately. Although I had been the one who told the most informative things to the boy, I mostly remained silent, letting Tatsuya and Fumiko—erm, bond more.

Tatsuya was the first to part ways, leaving it back to just me and Fumiko.

"So, how was your talk with Tatsuya?" I teased. Fumiko blushed and lightly slapped my arm.

"Ogino Chihiro!" she scolded.

"Ito Fumiko!" I mocked.

We both laughed and continued walking. We spoke to each other some more until we had to part ways.

Finally reaching the plain blue house my parents and I lived in, I entered.

"I'm home!" No answer.

I wasn't surprised, considering how busy my parents sometimes were. I reached my room and dropped my bag. I plopped on the mattress of my bed that had a heap of blankets and pillows scattered everywhere.

I stared at the ceiling like I had in the morning, but thought of other things. Ordinary human things, but the ones a regular high schooler would think of. Things like homework, projects, grades, and even the gossip going around. I took off the purple hair tie that Zeniba had given me all those years ago, leaving my waist length brown hair free of its usual ponytail. I didn't bother changing, but I drowned myself in a heap of pillows and blankets, deciding to go for a nap. I quickly inspected the hair tie, and I decided to wear it around my wrist like a bracelet.

Glad it's magical, because I'm pretty sure by the time I woke up it would've completely cut off my circulation or something. I thought as sleep pulled me in its trance.

Third Person

Chihiro looked around her dream, and found herself in a cave. The light from the entrance lit the entire area, making every detail inside visible. She felt lucid and thought of what to do. Chihiro decided to go to the entrance and look outside. Her legs moved, dragging her to the entrance of the cave. Chihiro looked out, and saw buildings and trees scattered below her. She felt a strong, cold wind hit her, so she ran back in.

'I'm in a mountain,' Chihiro realized in shock and looked around once more. 'And in a cave up high,' she mentally added as she stared at the small patches of land from the entrance.

While inspecting the cave, she realized she was not alone anymore. In front of her stood a girl Chihiro's age. The girl was beautiful beyond words. She had long brown locks like Chihiro's hair, reaching down to her waist, straight but with a slight wave. It shone some dark blue tint, making Chihiro gawk at it.

The girl wore a long, flowing white kimono that reached the ground, covering the girl's feet like a gown. From the hip of the kimono was a scene etched on it, displaying the waves of the ocean with the winds and clouds representing the sky above it, and each wave and swirl was made of a beautiful sky blue.

Tied just below the breasts was a navy obi, with faint white swirls scorning the sash, and ending in a bow at the back. Pinned on the right of the sash is a simple yet elegant white flower with layered petals forming it. The sleeves of the kimono were long sleeved and hid the hands, with a pattern to create the ocean's waves and wind behind a navy blue background; the design starting at the end of each sleeve and reaching up to the middle. The outfit looked simple but elegant. From the design to the fabrics it looked like it was made for royalty.

'That outfit . . . so cute. Especially that swirly cloud hair pin,' Chihiro thought, still entranced by the mysterious girl's beauty and outfit. It was fairly obvious that this girl was not human, with her clothing and her absolutely gorgeous look. Chihiro opened her mouth, deciding to speak.

"Um, hello?" The human teenager got no reply. 'Okay then.'

"Hello?" she tried again, but was still left unanswered. "Erm, who are you?" she added.

"Soon," the beautiful girl answered with an elegant smile.

With a swish of her long, flowing kimono, the girl walked to the end of the cave and vanished, leaving behind a very puzzled Chihiro.

'What just happened?' Chihiro wondered.

"Chihiro," a familiar voice whispered. Chihiro still stared at the spot where the girl once stood.

"Chihiro," the same voice whispered, only a little louder. Chihiro now started to glance at every detail in the cave, her mind still going in circles.

"CHIHIRO!"

Chihiro quickly sat up. "Huh, wha-?"

"Jeez, did you know how worried I was? I've been trying to wake you up for the last three minutes! For a moment there I thought you were in a coma," Fumiko remarked worriedly and flicked Chihiro's forehead.

"Ow . . ."

"That's what you get for making me worry, Bakahiro!" Fumiko scolded.

"How'd you get here anyway?" Chihiro asked. Fumiko snorted.

"I told your mom I was sleeping over. After all, there's no school tomorrow."

"My mom came back?"

"Yeah. You've been out since your parents returned, and two more hours after, they said." Chihiro sighed.

"That long, huh?" Chihiro quietly asked.

Fumiko nodded with a grin. Fumiko suddenly jumped and her grin faded. "I almost forgot! Your parents are waiting for us so we can have dinner together. C'mon!" Fumiko remembered and quickly grabbed Chihiro's arm, leading her to the dining room.

Strange. I don't remember the dream I had while I was napping. I've always remembered my dreams since my adventures in the Spirit World. Chihiro shrugged and followed Fumiko.

Fumiko, Chihiro, and her parents conversed as they ate, switching topics every so often. They finished the rest of their meal and moved on with their evening.

"So Chi, you wanna join the festival next month with me? My older sister will be coming along, and I'll also be asking Tatsuya if he could come too. So, what d'ya say?" Fumiko asked and giggled at mentioning the boy's name.

Chihiro smiled. "Sure, why not? I don't have much going on in my schedule anyway. Other than to lay in bed and going for a trip to Dreamland of course. Oh, and the occasional homework that I get done as soon as I start it," she responded with a shrug.

"Then it's settled!" Fumiko cheered.

Chihiro

After a few more hours of chatting, we got ready for bed. I slipped under the warm blankets of my bed, while Fumiko made herself comfortable in the extra futon splayed out beside my bed.

"Ah, what a night! I honestly can't wait for the festival! It also gives me the chance to dress you up into a pretty little doll!" Fumiko whispered excitedly, so as to not disturb my nearby sleeping parents. I hummed in response.

After a couple more minutes I scooted towards the edge of my bed to look at Fumiko, only to find her already asleep.

"Have a good night Fumiko," I whispered tenderly. I rolled to the center of my warm bed, thinking some more about many strange things. I tried to remember the dream about my nap, but nothing about it seemed to come up when my mind drifted to it. I decided to think the usual, and the occasional schoolwork I have to deal with before I go to the festival with Fumiko. After a few more minutes of thinking, sleep finally brought me into its soothing embrace.

Talking and spacing out somehow managed to make me feel tired, but I was thankful for it, or else I would've been up all night doing and thinking of the most miscellaneous of thoughts. The last thing I saw was the plain white ceiling, the darkness making it look grey.

A/N: Welp, that is the end for this chapter. Without a doubt I may have given away a huge part of the story (for those who are perceptive enough to notice and piece together the given details of Chi's dream), but I'll deal with that through a lot of twists and turns, just so you know! But yeah, cya! ;)

-MarshmallowAkire

Edit: That 'Bakahiro' was rather bad. XD