Disclaimer: I do NOT own Spirited Away or Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi.
Constructive Criticism is welcome! If I screwed on something, let me know, please! And since I am for some reason unable to upload Bold, Italic, or Underlined fonts on FF.Net (I don't know why!) dreams or accented words or ANYTHING will either be between asterisks (i.e. dreams are in ***dreams***) or in caps (i.e. "CAPS LOCK, DANGIT!!!") Understand?
Third Person POV
After school, Chihiro is walking home
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Remembering The Past
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She had missed the bus. Again. Not to mention Chihiro was in a foul mood. Cure her meekness. Pooh.
As a result, she entered the house at four, a bit later than usual.
"Chihiro, where were you?" Yuuko asked, looking out from the kitchen. Chihiro didn't say anything, but took off her shoes, coat, backpack, and hugged Yukio as he shot down the stairs to meet her.
"Chihiro, your mother asked you a question," Akio said from the living room, stating the obvious.
"I missed the bus," Chihiro mumbled. "Gomen Nasai."
"I hope so," Akio remarked.
Yuuko sighed and went back to making sure the bread dough was ready before she baked it for dinner. Chihiro took her backpack and Yukio upstairs to her room, where she did her homework and told a sympathetic Yukio about her time at Akio's boss's house.
Then, with a confused sigh, she told Yukio all about the dreams she had been having lately. All of the important details had been forgotten, but she still knew she was having basically the same dream over and over again.
"I'm going to go see if I can check out a book from the public library before dinner today," she said. "would you like to come, Yukio-san?"
Yukio barked, of course. Chihiro laughed. "I knew you would!" she got up, put her now-finished homework away, and went downstairs, Yukio on her tail.
"Hey okaasan, otousan, can I go to the library? I'll be back before six."
"Stay safe, "Yuuko instructed, watching Chihiro as she pulled on her coat and attached a leash to Yukio's collar.
"I will," she said softly, then opened the door and let Yukio drag her around town for a bit, wearing himself out, before she dragged him to the library. There, she got a book on dreams, checked it out, and made it home BY six.
After dinner and brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed, Chihiro and Yukio sat up in her room, reading the book out loud.
It gave her no answers.
With a sigh, Chihiro admitted defeat and went to bed, Yukio curling up at her feet.
*** Sen walked silently along through a large grassy field. Her bare feet made no sound, indeed, it seemed as though they didn't even touch the ground. She was wearing her old white shirt with green stripe on it, and pink shorts. Both were too small for her now. Finally, she stopped in the middle of the greenness and looked all around her as voices echoed silently on the wind.
"Once you've met someone you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"No, no, no, no, no, no!"
"Once You've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Now just stay clam; by the power of the wind and water within thee, unbind her."
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Help! Help, my legs won't work, what do I do?"
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Aah! I'm see through!"
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"it's just a dream, a dream!"
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"You have to eat food from this world or you'll fade away forever. Don't worry, it won't turn you into a pig; chew it and swallow."
She looked around, wishing she knew where she was. It was so beautiful! But there was something wrong, and with a scream she plummeted through an abyss, landing with a splash in cold, blue water, and somewhere far off she caught out of the corner of her eye a pink shoe - her pink shoe - and being carried away. She knew she would drown.
Suddenly, though, she was on dry land, coughing up water.
"You promised."
She turned around to see who was behind her ***
"Chihiro! Get up, you'll be late for school!" Yuuko's voice called, and there was a (rude!) knock on her bedroom door as Yuuko walked in. "Chihiro! Get up! Come on, girl; four more days until this week is over, and one more week until school is out. You can make it!"
"Whatever. Thanks, okaasan." Chihiro mumbled, sitting up. Yukio yawned and stretched, then bounced downstairs with Yuuko in hopes of an early breakfast.
"Hey, okaasan? Otousan?" Chihiro asked, halfway through a hot bowel of oatmeal. "Have you ever had the same dream over and over again, only it's not exactly the same dream?"
"No," both replied. "Why do you ask, hon?"
"No reason." Chihiro lied. She stood up quickly. "See you after school?"
"No, actually, Chihiro dear, we needed to talk to you about that," Yuuko sighed, glancing at her watch. "Your aunt Maple... she died yesterday of stroke, and I need to go up today and see her and my family, I mean, your father will be staying here with you."
"Oh." Chihiro said. She knew she should feel sorry for her aunt, but from what she had heard, Yuuko's family had disowned her for marrying Akio. How could they? Chihiro was ashamed for them.
Plus, Akio always worked late on days like these. So, in other words, she would be on her own for dinner.
Yuuko handed her some money to buy a hot pocket or eat out.
Chihiro left.
School, like usual, passed slowly and painfully. 'Almost the end of the year,' she told herself whenever somebody brushed by her, purposefully spilling her books. 'Then I nice, wonderful summer spent in France with daddy's brother and his family.....'
On her way home, she stopped by the store and bought the week's supply of candy and chocolate milk. What she would be surviving on.
After homework was done, Yukio settled on her lap, and movie popped in (with a bowel of chocolate covered popcorn) Chihiro sighed, pressing Play. The Tragedy Of Romeo and Juliet. It was in English, thus subtitled, but was still a beautiful story. Some of the lines Chihiro recited, in English.
However, as with all late-night movies, warm puppies on laps, and sleepiness after school, Chihiro ended up falling asleep.
And, seeing as this ficlet is being written by KKgirl, she had a dream.
*** Sen sighed joyfully, floating in a painless oblivion. She was floating - literally, it seemed, when a sudden coldness seized her and she gasped. She was wearing her old white shirt with green stripe on it, and pink shorts. Both were too small for her now. Finally, the coldness became to cold that she went numb, just like that, and breathed a sigh of relief. Her bare feet touched something, and she was standing once more. She looked over, and gasped once more, seeing images and voices flicker around her. She wished she could discern them...
"Once you've met someone you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"You've been chosen for a very important project, My Dear."
"Once You've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Did your parents ever tell you stories of the Spirit World?"
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Spirits can be made - by extracting the spirit out of a human being. You're so little, and have no family - so that makes you perfect for this project."
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Your progress will be watched by two of our top scientists."
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"You'll never remember any of this until it starts to surface..."
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Dr. Ogino, take good care of her. She is to never to know of this little..."
She looked around, the pictures and voices taken away just as quickly as they had come. The darkness around her lifted, and she saw a little girl - her, as a baby - sitting alone on some dry dead grass. Was she in front of a grave? She heard her speak. Couldn't discern her voice - this girl was her? No, no, her eyes were blue. They sparkled with an inner wisdom and pain that no child should have. Curious, Sen stepped forward, and screamed as she began falling, falling, falling, landing with a splash in cold, blue water. Somewhere far off she caught out of the corner of her eye a pink shoe - her pink shoe - being carried away. She knew she would drown.
Abruptly, though, she was back in the dark coldness, choking on water.
"You promised."
She turned around to see who was behind her... ***
Chihiro jerked awake to Yukio's yapping. She looked around, and saw that she was laying on the couch, TV off, and a blanket over her. Akio must have come home and found her asleep.
A storm was brewing outside, and each time thunder clapped together with enough force to rattle the window, Yukio raised the tone of his yapping, bouncing up and down in his spot next to the couch, next to Chihiro. This was no thunder storm! It couldn't be! Best to bark at it and make it go away.
Of course, Chihiro was unaware of this.
"Yukio, stop it," she grumbled, sitting up. Obviously, she wouldn't get any more sleep with Yukio going on like that. "Stop it, Yukio, stop it," she held out her arms and took him into her embrace, falling back now on her side on the couch as he quieted down. She tried to collect the dream, but it had shattered, was shattered, and she could only step on little fragments without feeling them.
When she fell asleep again, she didn't have any more dreams.
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A/N: The Plot Thickens! Muahahahahaa! Okay. So! I decided that I might as well let my readers know a little more, now, so, there ya go. :D what a baka I am! Haha, Baka desu ne? BUAHAWHAW!!! 'Nyway.
Constructive Criticism is welcome! If I screwed on something, let me know, please! And since I am for some reason unable to upload Bold, Italic, or Underlined fonts on FF.Net (I don't know why!) dreams or accented words or ANYTHING will either be between asterisks (i.e. dreams are in ***dreams***) or in caps (i.e. "CAPS LOCK, DANGIT!!!") Understand?
Third Person POV
After school, Chihiro is walking home
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~
Remembering The Past
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.
.
She had missed the bus. Again. Not to mention Chihiro was in a foul mood. Cure her meekness. Pooh.
As a result, she entered the house at four, a bit later than usual.
"Chihiro, where were you?" Yuuko asked, looking out from the kitchen. Chihiro didn't say anything, but took off her shoes, coat, backpack, and hugged Yukio as he shot down the stairs to meet her.
"Chihiro, your mother asked you a question," Akio said from the living room, stating the obvious.
"I missed the bus," Chihiro mumbled. "Gomen Nasai."
"I hope so," Akio remarked.
Yuuko sighed and went back to making sure the bread dough was ready before she baked it for dinner. Chihiro took her backpack and Yukio upstairs to her room, where she did her homework and told a sympathetic Yukio about her time at Akio's boss's house.
Then, with a confused sigh, she told Yukio all about the dreams she had been having lately. All of the important details had been forgotten, but she still knew she was having basically the same dream over and over again.
"I'm going to go see if I can check out a book from the public library before dinner today," she said. "would you like to come, Yukio-san?"
Yukio barked, of course. Chihiro laughed. "I knew you would!" she got up, put her now-finished homework away, and went downstairs, Yukio on her tail.
"Hey okaasan, otousan, can I go to the library? I'll be back before six."
"Stay safe, "Yuuko instructed, watching Chihiro as she pulled on her coat and attached a leash to Yukio's collar.
"I will," she said softly, then opened the door and let Yukio drag her around town for a bit, wearing himself out, before she dragged him to the library. There, she got a book on dreams, checked it out, and made it home BY six.
After dinner and brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed, Chihiro and Yukio sat up in her room, reading the book out loud.
It gave her no answers.
With a sigh, Chihiro admitted defeat and went to bed, Yukio curling up at her feet.
*** Sen walked silently along through a large grassy field. Her bare feet made no sound, indeed, it seemed as though they didn't even touch the ground. She was wearing her old white shirt with green stripe on it, and pink shorts. Both were too small for her now. Finally, she stopped in the middle of the greenness and looked all around her as voices echoed silently on the wind.
"Once you've met someone you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"No, no, no, no, no, no!"
"Once You've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Now just stay clam; by the power of the wind and water within thee, unbind her."
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Help! Help, my legs won't work, what do I do?"
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Aah! I'm see through!"
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"it's just a dream, a dream!"
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"You have to eat food from this world or you'll fade away forever. Don't worry, it won't turn you into a pig; chew it and swallow."
She looked around, wishing she knew where she was. It was so beautiful! But there was something wrong, and with a scream she plummeted through an abyss, landing with a splash in cold, blue water, and somewhere far off she caught out of the corner of her eye a pink shoe - her pink shoe - and being carried away. She knew she would drown.
Suddenly, though, she was on dry land, coughing up water.
"You promised."
She turned around to see who was behind her ***
"Chihiro! Get up, you'll be late for school!" Yuuko's voice called, and there was a (rude!) knock on her bedroom door as Yuuko walked in. "Chihiro! Get up! Come on, girl; four more days until this week is over, and one more week until school is out. You can make it!"
"Whatever. Thanks, okaasan." Chihiro mumbled, sitting up. Yukio yawned and stretched, then bounced downstairs with Yuuko in hopes of an early breakfast.
"Hey, okaasan? Otousan?" Chihiro asked, halfway through a hot bowel of oatmeal. "Have you ever had the same dream over and over again, only it's not exactly the same dream?"
"No," both replied. "Why do you ask, hon?"
"No reason." Chihiro lied. She stood up quickly. "See you after school?"
"No, actually, Chihiro dear, we needed to talk to you about that," Yuuko sighed, glancing at her watch. "Your aunt Maple... she died yesterday of stroke, and I need to go up today and see her and my family, I mean, your father will be staying here with you."
"Oh." Chihiro said. She knew she should feel sorry for her aunt, but from what she had heard, Yuuko's family had disowned her for marrying Akio. How could they? Chihiro was ashamed for them.
Plus, Akio always worked late on days like these. So, in other words, she would be on her own for dinner.
Yuuko handed her some money to buy a hot pocket or eat out.
Chihiro left.
School, like usual, passed slowly and painfully. 'Almost the end of the year,' she told herself whenever somebody brushed by her, purposefully spilling her books. 'Then I nice, wonderful summer spent in France with daddy's brother and his family.....'
On her way home, she stopped by the store and bought the week's supply of candy and chocolate milk. What she would be surviving on.
After homework was done, Yukio settled on her lap, and movie popped in (with a bowel of chocolate covered popcorn) Chihiro sighed, pressing Play. The Tragedy Of Romeo and Juliet. It was in English, thus subtitled, but was still a beautiful story. Some of the lines Chihiro recited, in English.
However, as with all late-night movies, warm puppies on laps, and sleepiness after school, Chihiro ended up falling asleep.
And, seeing as this ficlet is being written by KKgirl, she had a dream.
*** Sen sighed joyfully, floating in a painless oblivion. She was floating - literally, it seemed, when a sudden coldness seized her and she gasped. She was wearing her old white shirt with green stripe on it, and pink shorts. Both were too small for her now. Finally, the coldness became to cold that she went numb, just like that, and breathed a sigh of relief. Her bare feet touched something, and she was standing once more. She looked over, and gasped once more, seeing images and voices flicker around her. She wished she could discern them...
"Once you've met someone you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"You've been chosen for a very important project, My Dear."
"Once You've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Did your parents ever tell you stories of the Spirit World?"
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Spirits can be made - by extracting the spirit out of a human being. You're so little, and have no family - so that makes you perfect for this project."
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Your progress will be watched by two of our top scientists."
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"You'll never remember any of this until it starts to surface..."
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them; it just takes a while for your memories to return..."
"Dr. Ogino, take good care of her. She is to never to know of this little..."
She looked around, the pictures and voices taken away just as quickly as they had come. The darkness around her lifted, and she saw a little girl - her, as a baby - sitting alone on some dry dead grass. Was she in front of a grave? She heard her speak. Couldn't discern her voice - this girl was her? No, no, her eyes were blue. They sparkled with an inner wisdom and pain that no child should have. Curious, Sen stepped forward, and screamed as she began falling, falling, falling, landing with a splash in cold, blue water. Somewhere far off she caught out of the corner of her eye a pink shoe - her pink shoe - being carried away. She knew she would drown.
Abruptly, though, she was back in the dark coldness, choking on water.
"You promised."
She turned around to see who was behind her... ***
Chihiro jerked awake to Yukio's yapping. She looked around, and saw that she was laying on the couch, TV off, and a blanket over her. Akio must have come home and found her asleep.
A storm was brewing outside, and each time thunder clapped together with enough force to rattle the window, Yukio raised the tone of his yapping, bouncing up and down in his spot next to the couch, next to Chihiro. This was no thunder storm! It couldn't be! Best to bark at it and make it go away.
Of course, Chihiro was unaware of this.
"Yukio, stop it," she grumbled, sitting up. Obviously, she wouldn't get any more sleep with Yukio going on like that. "Stop it, Yukio, stop it," she held out her arms and took him into her embrace, falling back now on her side on the couch as he quieted down. She tried to collect the dream, but it had shattered, was shattered, and she could only step on little fragments without feeling them.
When she fell asleep again, she didn't have any more dreams.
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A/N: The Plot Thickens! Muahahahahaa! Okay. So! I decided that I might as well let my readers know a little more, now, so, there ya go. :D what a baka I am! Haha, Baka desu ne? BUAHAWHAW!!! 'Nyway.