A/N This is my first Spirited Away fic, I REALLY LOVED the movie.by the
way; does anyone know if they are making a sequel? They should, but anyway,
back on topic. I intend to make this story long and not just stop it when
Chihiro meets Kohaku, and yes, there will be an actual plot *gasp*. I am
going to call Haku, Kohaku because that's his real name and since I don't
think Kohaku would call Chihiro, Sen. And the little song I put in it, yes
I know I didn't make it up, but right now I don't know who did, and I
altered it a little, so if you read the song, don't be offended please!
Since I have the next few chapters in my head, they should be out pretty
soon but don't attack me if they aren't *runs and ducks behind computer
chair* Read Enjoy and Review please!
Disclaimer: I do not own the brilliant story of Spirited Away or the characters that would be the genius Miyazaki. And I do not own the song in the middle as said before.thanks!
Spirit Moon
Chapter One
Thoughts
(corny name, I know)
Chihiro stared at it, trying to describe its beauty, 'How can something be so, so' she stopped. She had just finished the eighth grade, had seen things in her life that some could only dream of seeing, but yet she still couldn't find a word to describe the night sky, the moon. 'perfect' was the word she settled on.
Chihiro had lived in this small town for close to three years now, and still hadn't gotten used to it. Everything here was so different. She had friends, and they seemed very nice too, but Chihiro didn't talk too much anymore. A lot of people at her school (well, a lot for such a small town) thought that she was a Hopeless Romantic; she had all the signs. She would hardly talk, she seemed to be a loner, she was always staring outside and she was daydreaming nonstop. This is why, for the most part, people left her alone, but that was how Chihiro liked it. Everyone also thought it was a pity that Chihiro didn't seem to like people very much, she seemed nice and she was one of the prettiest girls in the town. Chihiro was very happy now that it was summer; that meant that she wouldn't have to put up with her schoolmates calling her a 'Hopeless Romantic' for a few months. But now, sitting on her windowsill, with the night breeze blowing in her face, she couldn't help but wonder, if she indeed was a romantic.
She didn't think that she was one, and just put it aside when his name came up in her head. Kohaku. That was the reason for her being like this, not that she minded, she was now far more tolerant and observant from when she was younger. She missed her friends so much, Lin, Kamaji, Boh, No- Face, Granny and Kohaku. She thought it was strange that she could remember them so clearly, as thought it was yesterday when she accidentally stumbled upon the Spirit World. But the harsh truth was that it wasn't, and she hoped that she wasn't living in a delusion by waiting for him to come.
When she had arrived back from the Spirit World, she had waited eagerly for the jade-eyed boy, but the days turned to weeks, weeks to months and here she was now, three years later still waiting. One might think that Chihiro would be angry, even in the slightest, with Kohaku for leaving her, not returning yet, but Chihiro wasn't. She knew that even if she wanted to be angry with him, she wouldn't be able to. And besides, if Kohaku wasn't here, she was sure that there was a very good reason. After all, her Kohaku would never break a promise to her purposely.
So here she was, staring up at the sky, marveling at its magnificence, doodling absentmindedly in her sketchbook. She didn't need to know what it was that her subconscious was having her draw; she already had a good guess. Nearly all the time when she was drawing things, it always turned out to be one of the same things that, anyone but her, would find rather strange. A huge bathhouse, strange looking creatures that only she would recognize as spirits, but most of the time, she found herself drawing a stunning dragon. One with sharp horns and caring eyes.
Occasionally she would color it in; an extremely light blue that seems white with a jade colored mane running down the length of its back and perfect jade eyes to match. The eyes were her favorite part, because they stayed like that (albeit smaller) when he was in his person form. Only she knew this dragon as Kohaku (well only her in the human world at least) and if someone were to look in any of her schoolbooks, they would find the same dragon populating everything. She looked at the clock on her wall and sighed, it was very late, around two in the morning, so she slowly got up and made her way to her mirror to undue her hair.
She took out her purple hair tie; which she used everyday, put it on her wrist, ran a brush quickly through her hair (which had now become slightly wavy due to the fact that she always pinned it up), and stalked over to her bed, careful to be quiet so she didn't wake her parents. While she was doing this, she was humming a song she made, one that she had never let the words out to anyone but her. It was really a poem set to music, but that didn't bother her. She started singing it softly while she fixed up the odds and ends in her room before bed.
Wishing on a dream that seems far off,
hoping it will come today.
Into the starlit night
foolish dreamers turn their gaze,
waiting on a shooting star!
But what if that star is not come?
Will my dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizon darkens most,
I just need to believe there is hope!
Is a sprit watching closely over me?
Can there a guiding light I've yet to see?
I know my heart should guide me but,
there's a hole within my soul.
What will fill this emptiness inside of me?
Am I truly satisfied without knowing?
I wish then for a chance to see.
Now all I need
is my star to come...
She finished at the same time she finished her room. Chihiro looked around, admiring her room. When she had moved here it was a pink room, one she didn't like too much, but her parents said that she could change it when she was twelve, so she had designed it herself. It was mainly various shades of blue, but had a lot of white and black in there also. She had put her bed against the wall across the window so she could look at the moon before she fell asleep. All of her friends who had the privilege of seeing her room thought it was gorgeous. Chihiro thought it reminded her of Kohaku, all the blue. She had even gotten posters with things like waterfalls and rivers and hung them on her walls. She had thought about putting dragon posters on her walls, but went against it; none of them were her dragon. She didn't know what possessed her to put in some black and white, but those colors also attracted her attention for some reason, so she threw them in. When you walk into Chihiro's room it makes you feel like you were in a cavern with water trickling down the sides of the wall. She even had her own little fountain on her desk, the small sound calmed her, it sounded similar to Kohaku's voice.
She was walking to her bed and glanced at her calendar; it was July the eleventh, two days 'till her birthday. She sighed another birthday without meeting her friends again. She slowly got into bed, pulling the covers up to her torso and looked at her most recent drawing of Kohaku. This one was one of her better ones. Sometimes she just felt a random inspiration, like a fresh wave of how he looked and smelled. Another thing she loved about Kohaku, he smelled of rainwater, like after a storm.
Chihiro put her sketchbook on her bedside cabinet, not bothering to close it. She liked to sleep, because when she slept, she would dream. She looked up at the moon, willing for a distant slender shape to fly up and dance in front of it, but no such thing happened. As sleep started to take her over, she allowed a single tear to silently make its way down her cheek, not knowing that she was being watched.
____(Yeah.a little confusing but whatever)____
Kohaku watched Chihiro stare up at the moon and sky and wished he could actually be there, staring at the moon with her. He wasn't complaining, he absolutely loved the fact that he could see Chihiro every once and a while, but she couldn't see him. He knew that it was a little selfish; to be able to see her and not have her able to see him, but these were the times that he wanted to see her more. The only reason he could be here in the first place was because he would store up his strength for a month or so at a time and then would be able to transfer his spirit and go to see her. She couldn't see him, or hear him. He was little invisible and his spirit wouldn't be able to be heard. He could still use minor magic though, mainly wind, because it was the most natural to her state. He had only been able to watch Chihiro a couple of times before, but had never seen her room. When he appeared there, he was shocked and almost embarrassed. After all, the room was obviously dedicated to him because of the water and all. Kohaku actually thought of it as an extremely striking room, of the likes he had never seen before, and was honored to have it made after him. He had watched her look at the moon and clean up her room while lightly singing, and he noticed he had heard her hum the tune of the song before, apparently she and made it up herself, and he had never heard it with the words. He listened to her sing, in a daze. Her voice was beautiful, it seemed like he had heard something like it before, but never like this. He also took note of the words; he knew that the song also involved him. It was really heartbreaking to him; he couldn't comfort her this time, not like in the sprit world. When she had finally settled into her bed he walked over to her, gazing at her face as the moons glow engulfed her. He watched as a single tear rolled down her face and was miserable because he couldn't help her; couldn't wipe the tear from her face.
Sighing he made his way to the bed stand and looked at the thing she was so interested in. He was surprised when he saw himself staring back at him. He looked over Chihiro's drawing, amazed by it. He had never seen drawings like this; it looked just like him in his dragon form, identical. It was as though someone had taken a black and white picture of him while he was flying in the sky. He stared, transfixed, at the portrait. Kohaku slowly raised his hand and allowed a small wind to flow from it, slowly turning the pages of the book (he couldn't touch anything, his hands would go right through it) and gaped in awe at all the pictures. After a few minutes he looked at his hand to see it was starting to fade. Sighing, he realized his time here with Chihiro was up. He walked over to her knelt in front of her and looked at her intently. She was easily the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, for a mortal, spirit or god. He looked her directly in the face and whispered sadly "Goodnight Chihiro." even though he knew it was for deaf ears, letting a small tear escape one of his eyes also. And within a minute's time, he had faded completely, going back to where he came from, only leaving the faint smell of water behind to prove his existence there in the first place.
Post Note: Okay, I know it was a little confusing, but it will all be explained a little later.and yes, I also know that it is a really bad name for a story but I am not the most creative of the bunch.Well anyway. Please Review and put in your critique, I like to improve my writing! Thanks.
Heirofarwen
Disclaimer: I do not own the brilliant story of Spirited Away or the characters that would be the genius Miyazaki. And I do not own the song in the middle as said before.thanks!
Spirit Moon
Chapter One
Thoughts
(corny name, I know)
Chihiro stared at it, trying to describe its beauty, 'How can something be so, so' she stopped. She had just finished the eighth grade, had seen things in her life that some could only dream of seeing, but yet she still couldn't find a word to describe the night sky, the moon. 'perfect' was the word she settled on.
Chihiro had lived in this small town for close to three years now, and still hadn't gotten used to it. Everything here was so different. She had friends, and they seemed very nice too, but Chihiro didn't talk too much anymore. A lot of people at her school (well, a lot for such a small town) thought that she was a Hopeless Romantic; she had all the signs. She would hardly talk, she seemed to be a loner, she was always staring outside and she was daydreaming nonstop. This is why, for the most part, people left her alone, but that was how Chihiro liked it. Everyone also thought it was a pity that Chihiro didn't seem to like people very much, she seemed nice and she was one of the prettiest girls in the town. Chihiro was very happy now that it was summer; that meant that she wouldn't have to put up with her schoolmates calling her a 'Hopeless Romantic' for a few months. But now, sitting on her windowsill, with the night breeze blowing in her face, she couldn't help but wonder, if she indeed was a romantic.
She didn't think that she was one, and just put it aside when his name came up in her head. Kohaku. That was the reason for her being like this, not that she minded, she was now far more tolerant and observant from when she was younger. She missed her friends so much, Lin, Kamaji, Boh, No- Face, Granny and Kohaku. She thought it was strange that she could remember them so clearly, as thought it was yesterday when she accidentally stumbled upon the Spirit World. But the harsh truth was that it wasn't, and she hoped that she wasn't living in a delusion by waiting for him to come.
When she had arrived back from the Spirit World, she had waited eagerly for the jade-eyed boy, but the days turned to weeks, weeks to months and here she was now, three years later still waiting. One might think that Chihiro would be angry, even in the slightest, with Kohaku for leaving her, not returning yet, but Chihiro wasn't. She knew that even if she wanted to be angry with him, she wouldn't be able to. And besides, if Kohaku wasn't here, she was sure that there was a very good reason. After all, her Kohaku would never break a promise to her purposely.
So here she was, staring up at the sky, marveling at its magnificence, doodling absentmindedly in her sketchbook. She didn't need to know what it was that her subconscious was having her draw; she already had a good guess. Nearly all the time when she was drawing things, it always turned out to be one of the same things that, anyone but her, would find rather strange. A huge bathhouse, strange looking creatures that only she would recognize as spirits, but most of the time, she found herself drawing a stunning dragon. One with sharp horns and caring eyes.
Occasionally she would color it in; an extremely light blue that seems white with a jade colored mane running down the length of its back and perfect jade eyes to match. The eyes were her favorite part, because they stayed like that (albeit smaller) when he was in his person form. Only she knew this dragon as Kohaku (well only her in the human world at least) and if someone were to look in any of her schoolbooks, they would find the same dragon populating everything. She looked at the clock on her wall and sighed, it was very late, around two in the morning, so she slowly got up and made her way to her mirror to undue her hair.
She took out her purple hair tie; which she used everyday, put it on her wrist, ran a brush quickly through her hair (which had now become slightly wavy due to the fact that she always pinned it up), and stalked over to her bed, careful to be quiet so she didn't wake her parents. While she was doing this, she was humming a song she made, one that she had never let the words out to anyone but her. It was really a poem set to music, but that didn't bother her. She started singing it softly while she fixed up the odds and ends in her room before bed.
Wishing on a dream that seems far off,
hoping it will come today.
Into the starlit night
foolish dreamers turn their gaze,
waiting on a shooting star!
But what if that star is not come?
Will my dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizon darkens most,
I just need to believe there is hope!
Is a sprit watching closely over me?
Can there a guiding light I've yet to see?
I know my heart should guide me but,
there's a hole within my soul.
What will fill this emptiness inside of me?
Am I truly satisfied without knowing?
I wish then for a chance to see.
Now all I need
is my star to come...
She finished at the same time she finished her room. Chihiro looked around, admiring her room. When she had moved here it was a pink room, one she didn't like too much, but her parents said that she could change it when she was twelve, so she had designed it herself. It was mainly various shades of blue, but had a lot of white and black in there also. She had put her bed against the wall across the window so she could look at the moon before she fell asleep. All of her friends who had the privilege of seeing her room thought it was gorgeous. Chihiro thought it reminded her of Kohaku, all the blue. She had even gotten posters with things like waterfalls and rivers and hung them on her walls. She had thought about putting dragon posters on her walls, but went against it; none of them were her dragon. She didn't know what possessed her to put in some black and white, but those colors also attracted her attention for some reason, so she threw them in. When you walk into Chihiro's room it makes you feel like you were in a cavern with water trickling down the sides of the wall. She even had her own little fountain on her desk, the small sound calmed her, it sounded similar to Kohaku's voice.
She was walking to her bed and glanced at her calendar; it was July the eleventh, two days 'till her birthday. She sighed another birthday without meeting her friends again. She slowly got into bed, pulling the covers up to her torso and looked at her most recent drawing of Kohaku. This one was one of her better ones. Sometimes she just felt a random inspiration, like a fresh wave of how he looked and smelled. Another thing she loved about Kohaku, he smelled of rainwater, like after a storm.
Chihiro put her sketchbook on her bedside cabinet, not bothering to close it. She liked to sleep, because when she slept, she would dream. She looked up at the moon, willing for a distant slender shape to fly up and dance in front of it, but no such thing happened. As sleep started to take her over, she allowed a single tear to silently make its way down her cheek, not knowing that she was being watched.
____(Yeah.a little confusing but whatever)____
Kohaku watched Chihiro stare up at the moon and sky and wished he could actually be there, staring at the moon with her. He wasn't complaining, he absolutely loved the fact that he could see Chihiro every once and a while, but she couldn't see him. He knew that it was a little selfish; to be able to see her and not have her able to see him, but these were the times that he wanted to see her more. The only reason he could be here in the first place was because he would store up his strength for a month or so at a time and then would be able to transfer his spirit and go to see her. She couldn't see him, or hear him. He was little invisible and his spirit wouldn't be able to be heard. He could still use minor magic though, mainly wind, because it was the most natural to her state. He had only been able to watch Chihiro a couple of times before, but had never seen her room. When he appeared there, he was shocked and almost embarrassed. After all, the room was obviously dedicated to him because of the water and all. Kohaku actually thought of it as an extremely striking room, of the likes he had never seen before, and was honored to have it made after him. He had watched her look at the moon and clean up her room while lightly singing, and he noticed he had heard her hum the tune of the song before, apparently she and made it up herself, and he had never heard it with the words. He listened to her sing, in a daze. Her voice was beautiful, it seemed like he had heard something like it before, but never like this. He also took note of the words; he knew that the song also involved him. It was really heartbreaking to him; he couldn't comfort her this time, not like in the sprit world. When she had finally settled into her bed he walked over to her, gazing at her face as the moons glow engulfed her. He watched as a single tear rolled down her face and was miserable because he couldn't help her; couldn't wipe the tear from her face.
Sighing he made his way to the bed stand and looked at the thing she was so interested in. He was surprised when he saw himself staring back at him. He looked over Chihiro's drawing, amazed by it. He had never seen drawings like this; it looked just like him in his dragon form, identical. It was as though someone had taken a black and white picture of him while he was flying in the sky. He stared, transfixed, at the portrait. Kohaku slowly raised his hand and allowed a small wind to flow from it, slowly turning the pages of the book (he couldn't touch anything, his hands would go right through it) and gaped in awe at all the pictures. After a few minutes he looked at his hand to see it was starting to fade. Sighing, he realized his time here with Chihiro was up. He walked over to her knelt in front of her and looked at her intently. She was easily the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, for a mortal, spirit or god. He looked her directly in the face and whispered sadly "Goodnight Chihiro." even though he knew it was for deaf ears, letting a small tear escape one of his eyes also. And within a minute's time, he had faded completely, going back to where he came from, only leaving the faint smell of water behind to prove his existence there in the first place.
Post Note: Okay, I know it was a little confusing, but it will all be explained a little later.and yes, I also know that it is a really bad name for a story but I am not the most creative of the bunch.Well anyway. Please Review and put in your critique, I like to improve my writing! Thanks.
Heirofarwen
