((Author's Note: Aye, this is my first fic here. ^_^ I hope it is liked. Now for the legal stuff. I don't own Spirited away, I am just a broke child with a favorite movie. Don't hurt me. X_x))
It was raining again. The masked spirit known only as No-face sat alone in the small cottage of Zeniiba. How long had he been here? He couldn't remember, it had been so long. How long had Zeniiba been gone? For too long. She had left for reasons unknown, and hadn't come back. The sadness of being alone had begun to lurk in the dark corners of his mind, and now it had nearly overcome him. He remembered a time like this. Before he had come here, he had stood alone on the bridge to the bathhouse, not sure what to do. Then that human girl had come. She was kind to him, and he finally felt as though he had a friend. The he left her here. It wasn't bad. He had someone to keep him company. Then that company left. He was back where he started, and one thing was on his mind. That girl. He thought for a wile. What had her name been? Then it all returned to him. 10 years ago, the human girl Sen, no, Chihiro had left him here.
By the time No-Face had stepped from the cottage, he had decided what he wanted to do. He would find Chihiro, or that bathhouse. He needed someone to keep him company, or he feared that he would go insane once more. He stepped into the rain, and memory fragments became whole once more.
In the rain.. Waiting outside.. Girl with bucket opens door.. Invites me in. I go.
The rest No-Face could not remember, but something within him wanted something. He thought it had to do with what had happened in the bathhouse. He had eaten too much. He had eaten people. The memory caused him to freeze. It was their greed, he thought vainly. It made me go insane. But inside, he knew that there was a deeper truth. Something in his past. Then he continued.
No-Face walked for a bit, until he came to the train station. It was still raining, and the land was already wet. He stepped onto the tracks, and began the long journey back to the bathhouse.
No-Face walked for days, eating the occasional fish or bird. His main difficulty was that of the train. He would look and listen for it, avoiding it every time it passed. It was an uneventful trip, but the masked spirit continued diligently on. Then, after he had been walking for about a week, he reached the bathhouse. He swam weakly to a ledge sticking from the building, and climbed onto it. Then, he began the ascent to the bridge.
It was night, so the bridge was full of life (or it wasn't. n_n;; ). No-Face slipped into the crowd, hoping not to be noticed. He was greeted by one of the workers, who looked at him for a moment. No-Face did not recognize the worker, and it seemed that the worker did not either. He took the gold that No-Face offered greedily, and lead him to the foreman with a cheerful "This way, sir." While the two walked, a small frog named Aogaeru froze, seeing the black spirit. He was unable to speak, his shock and fear were so great. No-Face saw him, and froze as well. He now remembered. He had swallowed the small Aogaeru and stolen his voice.
A cry went up as No-Face was recognized by more workers. It turned into utter chaos in mere instants. Everyone in the bathhouse was attempting to make No-Face leave in violent ways. He didn't dare fight back, he was afraid. So he started running back to the entrance, as best he could with all his attackers. He burst out the front gate, rushing to get out. And then he was free, rushing through the streets, not daring to look back.
((Oi. Well, I will be continuing soon. I'd like to thank Astaire, who's story helped me to actually dare to make an account and post this.. Er, creation. Thank you! ^_^ ))