((*sarcasm abundant* I own Spirited Away…..This Encounter shall be in Kohaku's POV; if Chihiro's mother has stopped her tirade of abuse (hopefully), guess who's left. If you guessed right, you get a cookie and Christmas cocoa! Oh, and thanks to all of the people who have reviewed my story! *hugs the reviewers* Bold italics are flashbacks; italics are thoughts; capital italics are spells that either Lin or Kohaku recites.))
Kohaku's POV
I felt myself melt into the shadows of night as I slunk into the hallway, searching for Chihiro's parents' bedroom. At last, I found it after only 5 minutes of searching and slipped underneath the door and reappear next Chihiro's father (who sounded like a pig with a stuffy nose), thankfully asleep. Perfect timing…
I dissipated once again, with the use of a certain spell, and found myself within his conscience. I saw Chihiro when she was an infant, up to when her shoe dropped into my river, and when he saw her again on the other side of the tunnel; over the span of Chihiro's growth, I saw that ever since her return, he has grown increasingly cold toward his daughter while his wife soon followed. There was one moment in particular that really made me burn; Chihiro, get down here, you lazy little twig! 'Yes, Father…' I saw an 11-year- old Chihiro wearing a red Japanese maidservant's kimono walk over to her father, who was at a table waiting to be fed. So, what's to eat, huh? 'Tonkatsu, a few bowls of rice, domburi, along with an option of California rolls, some tempura with tuna. There is also another option of miso soup, as well as Hamburg steak, and spicy curry.' Well, don't just stand there, you idiot, start cooking! 'Yes, Father…' Fifteen minutes later, I witnessed something truly more appalling than the sight of Yubaba when she wakes up in the morning; Come on, you excuse of a child, where's dinner? 'I'm coming!' I saw Chihiro slip and fall over her feet as she staggered under the weight of the tray; all I saw in the next few seconds was a growl, a sound of running feet hitting the floor, a high shriek, and the chilling sound of a hand hitting a cheek. I heard a voice in my head scream, 'Just go ahead and scare him to death! The scumbag deserves it! Kill him and do a favor for your Chihiro!' No, I responded with a devilish grin, I have a much more….amusing idea on how to deal with him. 'You really do? Tell me, tell me now!' The voice demanded as my grin grew wider with each section of my plot; How about this: instead of telling you my plan, I'll SHOW you. Will that keep you sated? 'Yes, yes it will~.' Good, now keep quiet!
((CLIFFHANGER!))
