A/N: Once again, thanks to all of you who, not only read my ficcy, but review it as well. I am glad that you all like it but I am terribly ashamed of all the errors in chapter 1 and 2! I hurried through both but I wanted to die when I saw that I had written that the bad bad man's legs were 'licked' into place! My malevolent imagery shattered! *bursts into tears* But its okay! *sniffle* I'm going to repost that chapter very soon, NYA! AHEM.
Also, I'd like to give a special thanks to Salamander. Your attention to detail will make my corrections much easier. T'ank U!!! *huggles*

Disclaimer: La la la! Spirited Away! La la la! Doesn't belong to me. La la la! I am broke! La la la! Plz, don't sue me!

Chapter 3

The sound the boy made as he slumped to the ground echoed across the sudden stillness of the boiler room. Kamaji, frozen, was only jolted out of his trance by the sudden and furious activity of the soots. They swarmed around the newcomer in a frenzy of curiosity. It took Kamaji only a second to reach the stranger but calming the frantic soots took more energy. "You stupid furballs! Get away from there! You wanna turn back into soot?" was the familiar threat. The soots subdued enough to let Kamaji through, then pressed in close again for a better look. The kid looked terrible. He was burned, scratched, cut, bruised, broken, and - completely naked. "Strange..." he murmured as he lifted the boy. With two of his arms Kamaji laid out a blanket while he used two others to put the stranger down. Kamaji sighed. He really shouldn't be doing this; Yubaba wouldn't like it. But what else could he do? Kamaji reached for his herbs.

Kamaji rarely awoke to the warm colors of dawn but that morning sunrise was allowed to spill through the open door of the boiler room and over the inhabitants within. Kamaji yawned, sat up, and check his guest. The stranger's chest rose and fell to the easy rhythm of sleep. The sunlight that lit the room cast a healthy glow over the sleeping youth but Kamaji was pleased to see that the color in his face was not the sun's doing alone. His skin, though pail, had regained its natural vibrancy and his cuts and burns had all but healed. Last night, while Kamaji had cleaned and bandaged the newcomer, the inconstant light of fire had hidden his face. Now, in the natural light of day, his features were clearly visible. The stranger had a kind face. His features, though young, were strong and well defined. His straight nose and mouth game the impression of honesty and his triangular jaw looked as if it were frequently clenched with determination. Hair that was faintly green framed his angular face. It was straight and stopped abruptly at his jaw. His bangs were cut short enough that his almond eyes, supported by high cheekbones, would not be veiled. Kamaji wondered absently what color those eyes would be once opened, but brushed the inconsequential thought away. Day was breaking; it time to work. The newcomer must have sensed it too because he stirred and opened his clear emerald eyes.