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Author's note- This goes for all the chapters. I do not own Spirited Away, Chihiro, Kohaku *Sniffle*, or any of the other characters from that movie. Anyway, this is my first Spirited Away fanfic, so please review!
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Chihiro woke to the sound of her alarm clock, giving her a jump. She quickly sat up and turned off the blaring electronic and stared at the time. Written in red dots on the ebony screen was 7:35.
Chihiro flopped back on back onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"Monday mornings suck..." she moaned, and turned onto her stomach, covering her face with her arms and pillow. Her voice was deeper and more womanly now.
It had been six years since she'd ventured into the bathhouse, and Chihiro was sixteen.
"Chihiro!!! Get up, you'll miss the bus!" called her father from the kitchen downstairs.
"Daddy.... I don't wanna go to school!" she called, lifting her head from the pillow.
"Get up without a making fuss, will ya?"
She sat up and draped her legs over the side of her bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she slid her feet into the bunny slippers beside her bed.
She stood up, her hair falling down to her waist. Her body had indeed matured over the years. Her face no longer had the same childish look, but was the face of a young woman, though still kept her qualities like her pretty brown eyes and cute nose. She had slender curves, though she was more on the skinny side.
She blew the bangs up from her face with a puff of air.
"It's way to early to to miss a bus."
She made her way over to her vanity mirror and sat on the chair infront of it.
She picked up a brush and ran it through the dark chocolate locks of her hair, smoothing it and watching herself in the large mirror.
As she brushed, her eyes wandered over to a note, partially tucked into the frame. There was a message written in crayon, and a picture of a girl's face on it. It read; "I'll miss you, Chihiro. Your best friend, Rumi."
A smile played across Chihiro's lips as she looked at it. She remembered sitting with Kohaku, and when he gave it back to her along with her clothes, telling her her own name.
"Kohaku..." she whispered, placing the brush on the vanity table with a gentle tap.
She brought her hand up to touch the note lightly with her fingertips, "Oh, I miss you."
She smoothed her hair over in the mirror once more, before standing up and walking over to her closet.
Opening the doors, she pulled out her school uniform; a sailor suit, and hung the hanger on the handle.
She pulled off her pajama shirt, and pulled the sailor shirt over her form. She dropped the pajama pants to the ground and stepped out of them. She pulled the blue skirt up to her waist and smoothed the pleats.
She hung the hanger back on the rail and shut the door. Walking to her dresser drawer, she pulled out a pair of socks and slid off her slippers.
She sat down on the bed and pulled the socks up to her knees.
With a heavy sigh, she stood up again and walked back to her vanity. She picked up a small red hair clip from the table and put it in the right front of her hair to hold it away from her eyes.
She paused for a moment to pose infront of the mirror and smooth her hair over before walking to her door, pushing it open and making her way down the hall.
She barely made a noise until she got to the stairs. She stepped onto the first stair, and it creaked slightly. Not paying any attention she moved on, down the other steps. When she reached the bottom, she saw her mother and father eating breakfast, and a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs sitting infront of her spot at the table.
"Good morning mommy. Good morning daddy." she said, walking over and taking her seat.
"Good morning, sweetie." her mother said with a cheery smile.
"Hello, dear." her father mumbled, through a mouthfull.
"Dear, don't talk with your mouth open!" Chihiro's mother scolded.
Chihiro picked up her fork and knife and started eating.
"How did you sleep?" her mother asked.
"Pretty well."
"That's good."
The family wasn't much for talking while they ate their meal in the morning, but somehow they managed.
"The food is delicious, honey!" Her father managed after swallowing, to avoid being yelled at again.
"Thank you sweetheart."
Chihiro quickly finished her meal and kissed her mother on the cheek. "I'm going out to the bus stop now."
"Have a good day." her mother replied.
"See you after school." her father said cheerfully.
Chihiro got up and walked over to the door. She slipped on her black shoes and grabbed her nearby schoolbag, swinging it over her shoulder. She opened to door and with one last wave, exited and snapped the door shut behind her.
Her feet carried her to the sidewalk, and she turned to her left and started to walk down torwards the corner.
"You promised, Kohaku..." she mumbled to herself, knowing her couldn't hear her.
"You promised we'd see eachother again, and it's already been six years...."
She was snapped from her memories when she heard the sound of her friend at the corner calling her name.
"Chihiro!" a female voicec called, and Chihiro raised her head.
There stood a black haired girl in the same uniform as Chihiro, holding her bag and waving to her.
"Hey, Mika!" she called back, and broke into a jog to greet her friend.
But just as she reached her, they looked over and saw a glint of yellow; the schoolbus was on it's way.
The two giggled.
"Wish it was still Sunday?" Mika asked, smiling, though obviously wishing that stated.
"Absolutely." Chihiro replied, chucking.
The bus pulled up next to them and the two boarded, taking seats next to their friends.
One with blonde hair asked, "You guys study for the finals? They are next week you know..."
Chihiro snorted. "Yeah, I'd fry my last brain cell before they even come. I think not."
The girl chuckled. "Neither did I."
After a while of idle chit-chat, the bus pulled up infront of a large school.
"Himoru High School. Also known as prison." Chihiro mumbled, and got off the bus.
The friends said their goodbyes and went off on their seperate ways.
Chihiro ran up the stone steps and pushed the door to the school open.
Making her way to her locker, she passed the numerous talking students, all clad in their school uniforms, in front of their lockers.
She stopped infront of her locker and did the combination, turning the lock right first, then left, and finally right again.
She pulled the black door open and removed the books from her bag, putting them back in her locker, then collected a few other books, placing them in her bag.
Sighing dramatically, she shut the locker door and headed torwards her first class.
She passed an aquaintance on the way and smiled, waving.
Entering the room, she sat in her front desk, next to Mika.
The bell rang, and last minute students scrambled through the door, taking their seats.
The teacher came to the front of the room, so Chihiro looked at the man.
But it wasn't her normal teacher, instead, a substitute. The knowing students gave wicked little grins, but Chihiro sighed, not wanting to take in any part of the bullying of the poor substitute.
The man simply stood infront of the students and smiled.
He had black hair just above his shoulders, and bore a striking resemblance to Kohaku. Chihiro's eyes were widened as she looked over the young man.
He seemed to be in his early twenties, and winked at Chihiro, which made her blush.
"Do you know this guy?" Mika leaned over and whispered into Chihiro's ear.
Chihiro looked at the man, but thought that he looked too much older to be Kohaku, so shook her head gently. "I-- I don't think so."
"Alright..." Mika whispered and looked back at the teacher.
"Your teacher has broken her leg and is in the hospital, so I shall be teaching you until she gets better and returns." the man said, smiling. Even his voice sounded like an older version of Kohaku's, but Chihiro struggled to forget the reseblance and work normally.
Chihiro got the shivers looking at this man, but not in a bad way.
"Oh, I hope this is him..... but I can't get my hopes up..." she thought to herself in her mind, but averted her gaze to her book.
The class went by smoothly, although the substitute called on Chihiro and she simply stuttered, but when the bell rang, the class left and Chihiro followed suit, with one last glance back at the substitute who sat down at the desk and started working on papers.
"It couldn't be him..." the thought to herself, "He would have had me stay after class."
Chihiro's thoughts were interupted by the sound of her friend complaining about class.
"I don't need to read William Shakespear." Mika mumbled to her, as her other friends approached.
"Yeah, teachers treat us like clones. It's so annoying." the black haired girl added.
"Raise your hand, open your books, turn off that CD player... Every day it's the same old thing."
Chihiro nodded half-heartedly. "What good are Romeo and Juliet going to do for me when I'm older?"
"Well, I don't blame them." the blonde interupted. "They get payed to do this."
The others nodded in agreement.
"That's true." Chihiro added, "But I'd better head to my next class. I'll talk to you guys later."
And with that, she started off to her next class, passing the substitute teacher who grinned as she passed, watching her.
"I've found the girl. I'll lure her in soon." He then mumbled to a small fly on the wall.
The fly gave a nod, then flew out the nearby open window, and into the sky.
The substitute let out some evil laughter and entered his classroom again, to prepare for Chihiro.
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Author's note- Ok, just so you know, in case I haven't made it clear... the substitute is NOT Kohaku. Ok, I thought I should say that. Well, anyways, sorry for the short chapter, and now that you've read, I command you to review!!!!!
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Author's note- This goes for all the chapters. I do not own Spirited Away, Chihiro, Kohaku *Sniffle*, or any of the other characters from that movie. Anyway, this is my first Spirited Away fanfic, so please review!
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Chihiro woke to the sound of her alarm clock, giving her a jump. She quickly sat up and turned off the blaring electronic and stared at the time. Written in red dots on the ebony screen was 7:35.
Chihiro flopped back on back onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"Monday mornings suck..." she moaned, and turned onto her stomach, covering her face with her arms and pillow. Her voice was deeper and more womanly now.
It had been six years since she'd ventured into the bathhouse, and Chihiro was sixteen.
"Chihiro!!! Get up, you'll miss the bus!" called her father from the kitchen downstairs.
"Daddy.... I don't wanna go to school!" she called, lifting her head from the pillow.
"Get up without a making fuss, will ya?"
She sat up and draped her legs over the side of her bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she slid her feet into the bunny slippers beside her bed.
She stood up, her hair falling down to her waist. Her body had indeed matured over the years. Her face no longer had the same childish look, but was the face of a young woman, though still kept her qualities like her pretty brown eyes and cute nose. She had slender curves, though she was more on the skinny side.
She blew the bangs up from her face with a puff of air.
"It's way to early to to miss a bus."
She made her way over to her vanity mirror and sat on the chair infront of it.
She picked up a brush and ran it through the dark chocolate locks of her hair, smoothing it and watching herself in the large mirror.
As she brushed, her eyes wandered over to a note, partially tucked into the frame. There was a message written in crayon, and a picture of a girl's face on it. It read; "I'll miss you, Chihiro. Your best friend, Rumi."
A smile played across Chihiro's lips as she looked at it. She remembered sitting with Kohaku, and when he gave it back to her along with her clothes, telling her her own name.
"Kohaku..." she whispered, placing the brush on the vanity table with a gentle tap.
She brought her hand up to touch the note lightly with her fingertips, "Oh, I miss you."
She smoothed her hair over in the mirror once more, before standing up and walking over to her closet.
Opening the doors, she pulled out her school uniform; a sailor suit, and hung the hanger on the handle.
She pulled off her pajama shirt, and pulled the sailor shirt over her form. She dropped the pajama pants to the ground and stepped out of them. She pulled the blue skirt up to her waist and smoothed the pleats.
She hung the hanger back on the rail and shut the door. Walking to her dresser drawer, she pulled out a pair of socks and slid off her slippers.
She sat down on the bed and pulled the socks up to her knees.
With a heavy sigh, she stood up again and walked back to her vanity. She picked up a small red hair clip from the table and put it in the right front of her hair to hold it away from her eyes.
She paused for a moment to pose infront of the mirror and smooth her hair over before walking to her door, pushing it open and making her way down the hall.
She barely made a noise until she got to the stairs. She stepped onto the first stair, and it creaked slightly. Not paying any attention she moved on, down the other steps. When she reached the bottom, she saw her mother and father eating breakfast, and a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs sitting infront of her spot at the table.
"Good morning mommy. Good morning daddy." she said, walking over and taking her seat.
"Good morning, sweetie." her mother said with a cheery smile.
"Hello, dear." her father mumbled, through a mouthfull.
"Dear, don't talk with your mouth open!" Chihiro's mother scolded.
Chihiro picked up her fork and knife and started eating.
"How did you sleep?" her mother asked.
"Pretty well."
"That's good."
The family wasn't much for talking while they ate their meal in the morning, but somehow they managed.
"The food is delicious, honey!" Her father managed after swallowing, to avoid being yelled at again.
"Thank you sweetheart."
Chihiro quickly finished her meal and kissed her mother on the cheek. "I'm going out to the bus stop now."
"Have a good day." her mother replied.
"See you after school." her father said cheerfully.
Chihiro got up and walked over to the door. She slipped on her black shoes and grabbed her nearby schoolbag, swinging it over her shoulder. She opened to door and with one last wave, exited and snapped the door shut behind her.
Her feet carried her to the sidewalk, and she turned to her left and started to walk down torwards the corner.
"You promised, Kohaku..." she mumbled to herself, knowing her couldn't hear her.
"You promised we'd see eachother again, and it's already been six years...."
She was snapped from her memories when she heard the sound of her friend at the corner calling her name.
"Chihiro!" a female voicec called, and Chihiro raised her head.
There stood a black haired girl in the same uniform as Chihiro, holding her bag and waving to her.
"Hey, Mika!" she called back, and broke into a jog to greet her friend.
But just as she reached her, they looked over and saw a glint of yellow; the schoolbus was on it's way.
The two giggled.
"Wish it was still Sunday?" Mika asked, smiling, though obviously wishing that stated.
"Absolutely." Chihiro replied, chucking.
The bus pulled up next to them and the two boarded, taking seats next to their friends.
One with blonde hair asked, "You guys study for the finals? They are next week you know..."
Chihiro snorted. "Yeah, I'd fry my last brain cell before they even come. I think not."
The girl chuckled. "Neither did I."
After a while of idle chit-chat, the bus pulled up infront of a large school.
"Himoru High School. Also known as prison." Chihiro mumbled, and got off the bus.
The friends said their goodbyes and went off on their seperate ways.
Chihiro ran up the stone steps and pushed the door to the school open.
Making her way to her locker, she passed the numerous talking students, all clad in their school uniforms, in front of their lockers.
She stopped infront of her locker and did the combination, turning the lock right first, then left, and finally right again.
She pulled the black door open and removed the books from her bag, putting them back in her locker, then collected a few other books, placing them in her bag.
Sighing dramatically, she shut the locker door and headed torwards her first class.
She passed an aquaintance on the way and smiled, waving.
Entering the room, she sat in her front desk, next to Mika.
The bell rang, and last minute students scrambled through the door, taking their seats.
The teacher came to the front of the room, so Chihiro looked at the man.
But it wasn't her normal teacher, instead, a substitute. The knowing students gave wicked little grins, but Chihiro sighed, not wanting to take in any part of the bullying of the poor substitute.
The man simply stood infront of the students and smiled.
He had black hair just above his shoulders, and bore a striking resemblance to Kohaku. Chihiro's eyes were widened as she looked over the young man.
He seemed to be in his early twenties, and winked at Chihiro, which made her blush.
"Do you know this guy?" Mika leaned over and whispered into Chihiro's ear.
Chihiro looked at the man, but thought that he looked too much older to be Kohaku, so shook her head gently. "I-- I don't think so."
"Alright..." Mika whispered and looked back at the teacher.
"Your teacher has broken her leg and is in the hospital, so I shall be teaching you until she gets better and returns." the man said, smiling. Even his voice sounded like an older version of Kohaku's, but Chihiro struggled to forget the reseblance and work normally.
Chihiro got the shivers looking at this man, but not in a bad way.
"Oh, I hope this is him..... but I can't get my hopes up..." she thought to herself in her mind, but averted her gaze to her book.
The class went by smoothly, although the substitute called on Chihiro and she simply stuttered, but when the bell rang, the class left and Chihiro followed suit, with one last glance back at the substitute who sat down at the desk and started working on papers.
"It couldn't be him..." the thought to herself, "He would have had me stay after class."
Chihiro's thoughts were interupted by the sound of her friend complaining about class.
"I don't need to read William Shakespear." Mika mumbled to her, as her other friends approached.
"Yeah, teachers treat us like clones. It's so annoying." the black haired girl added.
"Raise your hand, open your books, turn off that CD player... Every day it's the same old thing."
Chihiro nodded half-heartedly. "What good are Romeo and Juliet going to do for me when I'm older?"
"Well, I don't blame them." the blonde interupted. "They get payed to do this."
The others nodded in agreement.
"That's true." Chihiro added, "But I'd better head to my next class. I'll talk to you guys later."
And with that, she started off to her next class, passing the substitute teacher who grinned as she passed, watching her.
"I've found the girl. I'll lure her in soon." He then mumbled to a small fly on the wall.
The fly gave a nod, then flew out the nearby open window, and into the sky.
The substitute let out some evil laughter and entered his classroom again, to prepare for Chihiro.
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Author's note- Ok, just so you know, in case I haven't made it clear... the substitute is NOT Kohaku. Ok, I thought I should say that. Well, anyways, sorry for the short chapter, and now that you've read, I command you to review!!!!!
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