A/N: okay! Wowie! *pauses* AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH, JAPANESE! SPIRITED AWAY!
JAPANESE SPSIRITED AWAY MOVIE OUT, YES? IT OUT IN AMERICA? USA? ANYWHERE IN
OREGON???!?!?!?!?!?!?? MUST HAVE JAPANEEEEEEEEESE VERION!!!!!!! *shakes
Chrissy like a rag doll* HOW YOU GET JAPANESE??!?!?!?!??? JAPANESE VERSION
OUT? IT OUT IN USA, RIGHT? I MUUUUUUUUUST KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JAAAAAAPAAAAANEEEEEESE!!!!!! *faints* ... *gets back up again*
JAAAAAAAAAAPAAAAAAAANEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSEE!!!!!!!!!!! JAPANESE
VEEEEEERSSSSSIIIIOOOOOUUNN!!!!! *deep breath* MUST KNOW! WANT! Geeze. Did
people out there actually KNOW that there was a Japanese version? And not
tell me? I MUST know! I mean, I know that there's plenty in Japan (Dur.)
but I want to Check America First. THEN I want a good Japanese site to
order it at... uh... do Japanese take VISA Cards?
Disclaimer: no own. NO OWN! I NO OWN, DANGIT!!!!! *gets dragged off to asylum screaming about disclaimers and Japanese versions*
Chapter Started: 5/3/03
Chapter Finished: 5/3/03
Chihiro's POV
During the last chap
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When I woke up, I didn't do anything. I could remember very well what had happened yesterday - or was it last night?
Kawago - whom I now mentally called Yajuu - was still sleeping, or I think he was. One of his arms was wound tightly around my waist, and I could feel his heartbeat, breath, and I could hear him, too.
I hated him. I hated him just like I hated Oni.
Father and Kawago. Oni and Yajuu.
I couldn't help myself, and began to cry, trying to ignore my still tightly bound wrists' bleeding, and my tightly bound ankles' throbbing - he had retied them to either end of the foot of the bed. I hated him. I hated him with all of my heart.
But what I hated more was that he had succeeded.
I was scared of him.
Silent tears streamed down my face, and I thought about mom and Yamato and Sakura and Daisuke. Were they all okay? I had promised mom that I would take care of the triplets. I had promised her that I wouldn't let them - or me - get hurt.
I promised.
I broke my promise. I hoped mom was okay and would understand.
I tried to turn my thoughts to Haku, solely to Haku, and this time his image did not disoriented or become Yajuu. He was the Haku I remembered. The one who had held me when I cried. Who had helped me when I had no chance on my own.
Who loved me. I loved him back.
Did he still love me? think of me?
I hiccuoghed a little, and unfortunately, woke Yajuu up.
Great. I cried harder as his rhythmic breathing stopped. My torture would begin shortly.
"Did you know you cry too much?" Yajuu said, sounding a little groggy from sleep. His arm tightened, and with his free hand he reached up and pushed my tears away.
I flinched and tried to twist away.
"Mmm, remember what I said about being feisty?" he remarked, sitting up. He stretched and cracked his neck, pushing a strand of hair that had used sweat to glue itself to his face away. he looked down at me, then stood up. I relaxed a tiny bit with his presence temporarily away from me, and I now squirmed until my wrists and ankles were bleeding again. But I had my feet free. Ignoring Yajuu completely, I twisted (thanking my gymnastics teacher from when I was ten, mentally) and managed to get in a kneeling position in front of my hands. He had done the ropes loosely, and for a moment I wondered if he cared about the threat the shadow-man had given him. The tiny, dim, barely there candle light (big candle) became brighter with a new host for the flame. Yajuu watched me with an amused expression until I had gotten my seriously bleeding and hurting wrists unbound, grabbed a sheet, and scrambled away, falling off the bed.
I wasted no time in wrapping it around me and attempting to get a hold of my shaking legs.
No use. They refused to hold me.
I collapsed, and watched fearfully, tears still streaming quietly down my face, shivering - from cold or fear or pain or soreness? - as he put the black pants and Toy Belt back on.
I desperately wanted a shower. And I wanted to be with mom and the triplets and Haku, and have everything else fade into nothingness.
No such luck.
"Now that you've had time to stretch, you might want to get back on the bed now," he said blandly. I hated how he looked so much like Haku.
I shook my head furiously and spoke in a scathing, cracked voice. "I Hate you, Baka. You aren't breaking me - in any way - you can rot in Hell!"
He laughed tauntingly. "Ooh, I'm SO scared. Why don't you come and kill me then make your grand escape, now?" his face twisted into a sneer. "I'm afraid it won't be that easy, my sweet little Chihiro."
I just thought of something. "How do you know my name?"
"I have known you ever since you were very little, Chihiro-chan. I was naught but a droplet of water in a grand river - I was nothing. But then I became a stream, and now here I am." His smirk widened. "but enough about me, Chihiro. We have a spirit to break." He waved an arm, and I was jerked onto the bed, the sheet falling where it was. He chained my wrists above my head and my ankles as well, and I knew I would never get out of this one.
Now just put the fact that I was still undressed on top of everything else.
I was crying again, with shame added.
"Just take my spirit, but let me go!" I sobbed. "please, please!"
"I can't just take your spirit unless you love me back," he said sweetly. I hated that sweet little voice of his. "once you and another are truly in love, then your spirit - and heart and soul - are given to them. Should you and a spirit love each other deeply enough - well, you're mortal - so the spirit would have your heart, mind, soul, and spirit."
I froze. If a spirit and I loved each other? Haku?
"and what if I DO love a spirit currently?"
"I assure you, Chihiro, the only spirit you will love is me. you will soon learn to hate me and love me."
"But I mean, what if?"
"Well, I can't break a spirit if it isn't there, now, can I."
I coughed a little. This could be good and bad - I know that I love Haku with all of my heart. Does he love me? if he did, then I could either be beat to death, or Kawago would give up. I was willing to bet that I would be beat to death first.
"Then you wouldn't be able to get my spirit?"
"I'd have to have a "duel" of sorts with him or her. If I won, then I'd get your spirit free of charge. Your mind, body, heart, soul would be yours free to give."
Did he just say 'or her'? sick. Sick, sick, sick!
"WAIT!" I cried as he raised the whip - I was laying on my back! Would he really whip me on my front? "but I do love another spirit, the spirit of the Kohaku River!" I continued, trying desperately to ignore pain and soreness.
Look on the bright side Chihiro! What bright side? at least he isn't devirginizing you! whoopee-do.
He froze, frowned, then shook his head. "I don't believe it." he raised the whip again, but I arched my back - knowing what affect it would have - and cried out, "But it's true! He has my - how did you put it? mind, body, soul, and spirit - he has them!" I prayed he wouldn't bring that whip down.
"You are only saying that to get me to stop."
"Well, isn't there a way to test me? if I own my spirit or not?" I was getting desperate.
"Of course there is," Yajuu scoffed.
"What is it? can't you try it?"
He gave an exasperated sigh and lowered the whip. He looked over me, and I felt my face go bright red as his eyes lingered...
"Whomever has your spirit and I would have to fight to the death. The winner would get your soul, and the loser would be... dead." He chuckled to himself, and raised the whip again.
"NO!" I cried. Didn't this guy know when to give up?
"Your brother! It's, it's Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi, I think, Haku! I love him, okay?"
Oh, smart, Chihiro. Put Haku in mortal danger why don't ya.
"Nice try."
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A/N: sorry that chap was SO short. *sweatdrop* this was really more of an information-giver, or something like that. How Kawago would have to get Chihiro's spirit and all. Ya know? I really really really want to get to the scene where Kawago and Haku meet up. ^_^ I don't know what I'll do then, though. I've been free writing this entire thing - whatever comes to mind. Actually, I'm free writing ALL of my ficlets. And something sad is that I'm facing writers' block on one, "Dark and Twisted Games" is what I called it I think. .~_~. Ack! And that ficlet there has gotten me more reviews then anything else! I mean, I remember thinking twenty was amazing with my LotR fic, but then D and T G landed me over thirty in a less amount of time! So you'll understand my lack for updating my other ficlets, yes? I started all of these fics and now I must update them all. *sighs* there, now, and see? I've just had inspiration for another fic. Great. 'nyway, bye- ee!
P.S. I "hinted" towards Chihiro losing virginity, I didn't say that Kawago actually raped her. Sheesh. I'm not THAT cruel. *frowns* some body parts just... got really cozy together, that's all.
Well, okay, maybe I DID say that, but some person made me grow a stupid conscious can you believe it? *scowls darkly*
Disclaimer: no own. NO OWN! I NO OWN, DANGIT!!!!! *gets dragged off to asylum screaming about disclaimers and Japanese versions*
Chapter Started: 5/3/03
Chapter Finished: 5/3/03
Chihiro's POV
During the last chap
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When I woke up, I didn't do anything. I could remember very well what had happened yesterday - or was it last night?
Kawago - whom I now mentally called Yajuu - was still sleeping, or I think he was. One of his arms was wound tightly around my waist, and I could feel his heartbeat, breath, and I could hear him, too.
I hated him. I hated him just like I hated Oni.
Father and Kawago. Oni and Yajuu.
I couldn't help myself, and began to cry, trying to ignore my still tightly bound wrists' bleeding, and my tightly bound ankles' throbbing - he had retied them to either end of the foot of the bed. I hated him. I hated him with all of my heart.
But what I hated more was that he had succeeded.
I was scared of him.
Silent tears streamed down my face, and I thought about mom and Yamato and Sakura and Daisuke. Were they all okay? I had promised mom that I would take care of the triplets. I had promised her that I wouldn't let them - or me - get hurt.
I promised.
I broke my promise. I hoped mom was okay and would understand.
I tried to turn my thoughts to Haku, solely to Haku, and this time his image did not disoriented or become Yajuu. He was the Haku I remembered. The one who had held me when I cried. Who had helped me when I had no chance on my own.
Who loved me. I loved him back.
Did he still love me? think of me?
I hiccuoghed a little, and unfortunately, woke Yajuu up.
Great. I cried harder as his rhythmic breathing stopped. My torture would begin shortly.
"Did you know you cry too much?" Yajuu said, sounding a little groggy from sleep. His arm tightened, and with his free hand he reached up and pushed my tears away.
I flinched and tried to twist away.
"Mmm, remember what I said about being feisty?" he remarked, sitting up. He stretched and cracked his neck, pushing a strand of hair that had used sweat to glue itself to his face away. he looked down at me, then stood up. I relaxed a tiny bit with his presence temporarily away from me, and I now squirmed until my wrists and ankles were bleeding again. But I had my feet free. Ignoring Yajuu completely, I twisted (thanking my gymnastics teacher from when I was ten, mentally) and managed to get in a kneeling position in front of my hands. He had done the ropes loosely, and for a moment I wondered if he cared about the threat the shadow-man had given him. The tiny, dim, barely there candle light (big candle) became brighter with a new host for the flame. Yajuu watched me with an amused expression until I had gotten my seriously bleeding and hurting wrists unbound, grabbed a sheet, and scrambled away, falling off the bed.
I wasted no time in wrapping it around me and attempting to get a hold of my shaking legs.
No use. They refused to hold me.
I collapsed, and watched fearfully, tears still streaming quietly down my face, shivering - from cold or fear or pain or soreness? - as he put the black pants and Toy Belt back on.
I desperately wanted a shower. And I wanted to be with mom and the triplets and Haku, and have everything else fade into nothingness.
No such luck.
"Now that you've had time to stretch, you might want to get back on the bed now," he said blandly. I hated how he looked so much like Haku.
I shook my head furiously and spoke in a scathing, cracked voice. "I Hate you, Baka. You aren't breaking me - in any way - you can rot in Hell!"
He laughed tauntingly. "Ooh, I'm SO scared. Why don't you come and kill me then make your grand escape, now?" his face twisted into a sneer. "I'm afraid it won't be that easy, my sweet little Chihiro."
I just thought of something. "How do you know my name?"
"I have known you ever since you were very little, Chihiro-chan. I was naught but a droplet of water in a grand river - I was nothing. But then I became a stream, and now here I am." His smirk widened. "but enough about me, Chihiro. We have a spirit to break." He waved an arm, and I was jerked onto the bed, the sheet falling where it was. He chained my wrists above my head and my ankles as well, and I knew I would never get out of this one.
Now just put the fact that I was still undressed on top of everything else.
I was crying again, with shame added.
"Just take my spirit, but let me go!" I sobbed. "please, please!"
"I can't just take your spirit unless you love me back," he said sweetly. I hated that sweet little voice of his. "once you and another are truly in love, then your spirit - and heart and soul - are given to them. Should you and a spirit love each other deeply enough - well, you're mortal - so the spirit would have your heart, mind, soul, and spirit."
I froze. If a spirit and I loved each other? Haku?
"and what if I DO love a spirit currently?"
"I assure you, Chihiro, the only spirit you will love is me. you will soon learn to hate me and love me."
"But I mean, what if?"
"Well, I can't break a spirit if it isn't there, now, can I."
I coughed a little. This could be good and bad - I know that I love Haku with all of my heart. Does he love me? if he did, then I could either be beat to death, or Kawago would give up. I was willing to bet that I would be beat to death first.
"Then you wouldn't be able to get my spirit?"
"I'd have to have a "duel" of sorts with him or her. If I won, then I'd get your spirit free of charge. Your mind, body, heart, soul would be yours free to give."
Did he just say 'or her'? sick. Sick, sick, sick!
"WAIT!" I cried as he raised the whip - I was laying on my back! Would he really whip me on my front? "but I do love another spirit, the spirit of the Kohaku River!" I continued, trying desperately to ignore pain and soreness.
Look on the bright side Chihiro! What bright side? at least he isn't devirginizing you! whoopee-do.
He froze, frowned, then shook his head. "I don't believe it." he raised the whip again, but I arched my back - knowing what affect it would have - and cried out, "But it's true! He has my - how did you put it? mind, body, soul, and spirit - he has them!" I prayed he wouldn't bring that whip down.
"You are only saying that to get me to stop."
"Well, isn't there a way to test me? if I own my spirit or not?" I was getting desperate.
"Of course there is," Yajuu scoffed.
"What is it? can't you try it?"
He gave an exasperated sigh and lowered the whip. He looked over me, and I felt my face go bright red as his eyes lingered...
"Whomever has your spirit and I would have to fight to the death. The winner would get your soul, and the loser would be... dead." He chuckled to himself, and raised the whip again.
"NO!" I cried. Didn't this guy know when to give up?
"Your brother! It's, it's Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi, I think, Haku! I love him, okay?"
Oh, smart, Chihiro. Put Haku in mortal danger why don't ya.
"Nice try."
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A/N: sorry that chap was SO short. *sweatdrop* this was really more of an information-giver, or something like that. How Kawago would have to get Chihiro's spirit and all. Ya know? I really really really want to get to the scene where Kawago and Haku meet up. ^_^ I don't know what I'll do then, though. I've been free writing this entire thing - whatever comes to mind. Actually, I'm free writing ALL of my ficlets. And something sad is that I'm facing writers' block on one, "Dark and Twisted Games" is what I called it I think. .~_~. Ack! And that ficlet there has gotten me more reviews then anything else! I mean, I remember thinking twenty was amazing with my LotR fic, but then D and T G landed me over thirty in a less amount of time! So you'll understand my lack for updating my other ficlets, yes? I started all of these fics and now I must update them all. *sighs* there, now, and see? I've just had inspiration for another fic. Great. 'nyway, bye- ee!
P.S. I "hinted" towards Chihiro losing virginity, I didn't say that Kawago actually raped her. Sheesh. I'm not THAT cruel. *frowns* some body parts just... got really cozy together, that's all.
Well, okay, maybe I DID say that, but some person made me grow a stupid conscious can you believe it? *scowls darkly*