*Hi, hi, everybody! Here's a bit of stuff you should know before you could continue reading: Part 1 is set about 100 years before "Spirited Away". Kaonashi (Who you probably know as No-Face), is the subject of this story. Chapter 1 is kind of boring, but trust me. Chapter 2 is a LOT better. Note: I do not own any of the characters or anything from "Spirited Away." Don't sue me.*
Part 1- RHYTHM
Chapter 1- Start at the beginning.
There was once a young boy conceived on a rainy night in May, who was born into a life of comfort and all the trimmings attached. His inheritance was superior, as was his family line. The villagers that lived below him were forced to bow down to him, despite the fact he had done nothing to earn it, but had received his respect by chance. He was Kaonashi, and he had no obligations other than to make appearances at social gatherings of high prestige and to look stunning while doing so. Because of his birth onto the velvet laurels of society, Kaonashi never felt the need to expand his intellect, or help others, or do anything productive, for that matter. The servants were responsible to teach him the difference between right and wrong and educate him, but Kaonashi was such an unruly child, he could not be contained for even the simplest of lessons. His parents didn't even try to help the situation any, other than just a quick "behave" and a dismissal. His life consisted of nothing but enjoying the pleasures of his affluence, and in doing so, he became an empty person of little worth, despite the money.
On the eve of Kaonashi's seventeenth birthday, he found himself inclined to take a leisurely walk to the commons, where the poor villagers would rush up to him, begging for money and trying to "get on his good side" with meager offerings which they claimed to be the best of the goods they were forced by their own birthright to sell. Kaonashi loved it when they treated him like a king... plus, he had found himself starting to wonder what life was like outside his mansion filled with servants and items of amazing expense. Who knows, maybe he could even find a girl who, for a meager sum, would give him some exotic pleasures. Gladdened at the prospect of this idea, he ventured away from his home and onto the city streets.
The city was buzzing with activity that Thursday night, even before the rich and powerful Kaonashi had tread upon its cobblestone roads. The people, alerted by the almost lighting speed of word through the grapevine, put to display their best and freshest products, to appease this man of aristocracy. Kaonashi cherished every moment of it, reveling in his own glory, an empty glory, but glory all the same. He watched as the villagers tried to get him to buy out their stock, watched as the girls almost threw themselves to him, for what was in his pocket rather than what was in his heart. But he didn't even dwell on what they cared about. He sized them up, a quick glance for each. After deciding that none of them were worthy of his upper-class body, he strolled on, still perpetrating like he noticed nothing.
He had been walking and reveling for thirty minutes, when he noted that he was near the outskirts of the city. Kaonashi had never been this far before, but he didn't let the forboding nature of the place frighten him. Less and less people were on the streets as he trudged on, and when he crossed the city border, there was no one to be seen. The streets were quiet and the buildings had been subject to wear and tear, their windows were like wide black eyes, staring and accusing. Kaonashi was perplexed at this. Why had this seemingly unordinary city vanished? He used his limited intellect to ponder this as he continued on, curious about the place. The man decided to turn a sharp corner, and it was then that he heard it. It was the sound of music. A music that the likes of which he had never heard before, its sound was sensual and forbidden, but light and energetic at the same time. Intrigued, he made the choice to investigate the source of this unusual music. He felt himself running towards the music on the winding cobblestone path, and he ran with unceasing persistence for a full half-mile. When he finally reached the destination he had sought after, he was amazed to see a street like no other he had ever seen before.
There were lights of many colors adorning what seemed to be newly built houses, and the houses themselves had been painted outrageous colors, and they highly contrasted the buildings made of stone he was so accustomed to seeing in a city. The music seemed to be all around him, and the very sound seemed to be pushing him onward. The streets were filled with people, wearing clothing as ornate as the houses they supposedly lived in. But something was different about these people... They were happier than the villagers. They smiled and laughed and acted as though life was a joyous game, rather than a rat-race in the doldrums of society. They also, to Kaonashi's disgust, didn't seem to notice, or care, that Kaonashi was a man of immense wealth. Try as he might, no matter how lavishly he walked, or how much money "accidentally" found its way out of his pocket and into his hands, the people showed no sign of interest in him. He continued down the street, hoping that somebody would rush out into the streets and announce, in an excited voice, "Look! It's Kaonashi!" But no one did any such thing. Growing more and more aggravated by this, Kaonashi's walk became more and more violent. However, once he reached the building of gold, his anger floated away, and greed replaced it.
He turned and faced the structure, made entirely out of gold. The moonlight seemed to radiate from it, and the multicolored lights added an even more astonishing effect. The music was strongest in front of the building. Maybe he could buy this amazing building from whoever owned it, and how envious his colleagues would be! A building built of solid gold was almost unheard of! It would be hard to separate this magnificent building from its owner, but it was not impossible. With a new mission, Kaonashi tactfully strolled into the building conceived from El Dorado, not realizing that he was marching into his own cruel fate.
*Excited yet? Well, stay tuned for Chapter 2- Dying To Meet You.*
~Astaire
Part 1- RHYTHM
Chapter 1- Start at the beginning.
There was once a young boy conceived on a rainy night in May, who was born into a life of comfort and all the trimmings attached. His inheritance was superior, as was his family line. The villagers that lived below him were forced to bow down to him, despite the fact he had done nothing to earn it, but had received his respect by chance. He was Kaonashi, and he had no obligations other than to make appearances at social gatherings of high prestige and to look stunning while doing so. Because of his birth onto the velvet laurels of society, Kaonashi never felt the need to expand his intellect, or help others, or do anything productive, for that matter. The servants were responsible to teach him the difference between right and wrong and educate him, but Kaonashi was such an unruly child, he could not be contained for even the simplest of lessons. His parents didn't even try to help the situation any, other than just a quick "behave" and a dismissal. His life consisted of nothing but enjoying the pleasures of his affluence, and in doing so, he became an empty person of little worth, despite the money.
On the eve of Kaonashi's seventeenth birthday, he found himself inclined to take a leisurely walk to the commons, where the poor villagers would rush up to him, begging for money and trying to "get on his good side" with meager offerings which they claimed to be the best of the goods they were forced by their own birthright to sell. Kaonashi loved it when they treated him like a king... plus, he had found himself starting to wonder what life was like outside his mansion filled with servants and items of amazing expense. Who knows, maybe he could even find a girl who, for a meager sum, would give him some exotic pleasures. Gladdened at the prospect of this idea, he ventured away from his home and onto the city streets.
The city was buzzing with activity that Thursday night, even before the rich and powerful Kaonashi had tread upon its cobblestone roads. The people, alerted by the almost lighting speed of word through the grapevine, put to display their best and freshest products, to appease this man of aristocracy. Kaonashi cherished every moment of it, reveling in his own glory, an empty glory, but glory all the same. He watched as the villagers tried to get him to buy out their stock, watched as the girls almost threw themselves to him, for what was in his pocket rather than what was in his heart. But he didn't even dwell on what they cared about. He sized them up, a quick glance for each. After deciding that none of them were worthy of his upper-class body, he strolled on, still perpetrating like he noticed nothing.
He had been walking and reveling for thirty minutes, when he noted that he was near the outskirts of the city. Kaonashi had never been this far before, but he didn't let the forboding nature of the place frighten him. Less and less people were on the streets as he trudged on, and when he crossed the city border, there was no one to be seen. The streets were quiet and the buildings had been subject to wear and tear, their windows were like wide black eyes, staring and accusing. Kaonashi was perplexed at this. Why had this seemingly unordinary city vanished? He used his limited intellect to ponder this as he continued on, curious about the place. The man decided to turn a sharp corner, and it was then that he heard it. It was the sound of music. A music that the likes of which he had never heard before, its sound was sensual and forbidden, but light and energetic at the same time. Intrigued, he made the choice to investigate the source of this unusual music. He felt himself running towards the music on the winding cobblestone path, and he ran with unceasing persistence for a full half-mile. When he finally reached the destination he had sought after, he was amazed to see a street like no other he had ever seen before.
There were lights of many colors adorning what seemed to be newly built houses, and the houses themselves had been painted outrageous colors, and they highly contrasted the buildings made of stone he was so accustomed to seeing in a city. The music seemed to be all around him, and the very sound seemed to be pushing him onward. The streets were filled with people, wearing clothing as ornate as the houses they supposedly lived in. But something was different about these people... They were happier than the villagers. They smiled and laughed and acted as though life was a joyous game, rather than a rat-race in the doldrums of society. They also, to Kaonashi's disgust, didn't seem to notice, or care, that Kaonashi was a man of immense wealth. Try as he might, no matter how lavishly he walked, or how much money "accidentally" found its way out of his pocket and into his hands, the people showed no sign of interest in him. He continued down the street, hoping that somebody would rush out into the streets and announce, in an excited voice, "Look! It's Kaonashi!" But no one did any such thing. Growing more and more aggravated by this, Kaonashi's walk became more and more violent. However, once he reached the building of gold, his anger floated away, and greed replaced it.
He turned and faced the structure, made entirely out of gold. The moonlight seemed to radiate from it, and the multicolored lights added an even more astonishing effect. The music was strongest in front of the building. Maybe he could buy this amazing building from whoever owned it, and how envious his colleagues would be! A building built of solid gold was almost unheard of! It would be hard to separate this magnificent building from its owner, but it was not impossible. With a new mission, Kaonashi tactfully strolled into the building conceived from El Dorado, not realizing that he was marching into his own cruel fate.
*Excited yet? Well, stay tuned for Chapter 2- Dying To Meet You.*
~Astaire