This chapter was actually written a long time before the last one, but then
the idea for the last one kind of hit me, and since it only made sense
after the other one, I put it there before this one. This is going to be
the last of the memories, but there is going to be another series of
chapters like this one based on the other pool, the one that he didn't
choose, so I'm looking forward to that. Please, keep on reviewing after
reading this chapter.
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS;
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
PS: I don't own Spirited Away
*~*
Link found himself once again moving through a myriad of lost and forgotten memories. He traveled through his childhood, witnessing all of the different abuses that he had been forced to endure. Finally, he found himself in the middle of a scene that he remembered all too well, since it had only occurred not two months ago.
Chihiro and Haku were standing on a bridge, his arms around her waist, holding her close, and her lips on his, as they shared a kiss. He saw himself far off in the background, running away with his head down, paying no attention to anything that he passed. A tear rolled down the real Haku's cheek.
"My time is up. I have shown you memories, and tortured you. Now, it is up to you to return and confront those in the memories."
"Fat chance. There's no way I'm ever going to see my father or brother again, since I can't leave the tower."
"Perhaps that is not as true as you think." The Executioner began to fade away, and Link suddenly became aware that he was wet, surrounded by water, not able to breath. He began to push himself upwards, as the wetness around him became more and more real, his lungs on fire, begging him for air, when finally he broke the surface of the water and gasped in the cold air.
"I see that you've made it back." The voice belonged to Knoma, and when Link looked around, he saw that Jumari had disappeared. "You've been in there for a long time. What did you see?"
Link said nothing as he pulled his tunic back on, then he turned and followed the torch lit path back up into the tower, to his room, where he collapsed on his bed and fell asleep, his dreams haunted by the remnants of the memories that he had seen.
*~*
Chihiro lay with Haku on the couch in their quarters, and he played with her hair as she lay with her eyes closed. Nami had returned only a little while ago, and he had not said a word to either of them since he had gotten back. He had retreated into the book filled study, where he had locked himself away from them.
"Do you think that he's going to be okay?" Haku blinked, noticing that her voice was filled with concern.
"Who? Link or Nami?"
"Both. I mean, Link is going through some unknown torture even as we speak, and Nami could be going through his own little hell without us knowing. Who knows what that witch said to him when he tried to confront her."
"That's one of the things that I love about you. You're so concerned for other people, and think so little about yourself."
They lay there for several minutes, then Haku groaned and struggled to sit up.
"What's the matter?" Chihiro looked at him in concern.
"I just realized that I should go see what Nami is up to. If I'm right, he's probably plotting some way to kill Jumari, which wouldn't be a good thing for him to try."
Chihiro nodded and got off of Haku, allowing him to get to his feet. "I'll go with you."
"Suit yourself." Haku walked over to the door of the study and banged on it a couple of times. "Are you in there, Nami?"
"That's kind of a stupid question. Of course he's in there." Chihiro summoned some of her magic and carefully opened the door. The first thing that they noticed was that the room was empty, and the window was open. Haku walked to the window, then gasped.
There, on the ground fifty stories down, lay the spread eagled figure of Nami, cold and unmoving.
*~*
Well, this story has definitely taken a dramatic turn. How could Nami have been pushed out of the window without Chihiro and Haku knowing it? They WERE in the room right next to his. Well, keep reading to find out!
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS;
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
PS: I don't own Spirited Away
*~*
Link found himself once again moving through a myriad of lost and forgotten memories. He traveled through his childhood, witnessing all of the different abuses that he had been forced to endure. Finally, he found himself in the middle of a scene that he remembered all too well, since it had only occurred not two months ago.
Chihiro and Haku were standing on a bridge, his arms around her waist, holding her close, and her lips on his, as they shared a kiss. He saw himself far off in the background, running away with his head down, paying no attention to anything that he passed. A tear rolled down the real Haku's cheek.
"My time is up. I have shown you memories, and tortured you. Now, it is up to you to return and confront those in the memories."
"Fat chance. There's no way I'm ever going to see my father or brother again, since I can't leave the tower."
"Perhaps that is not as true as you think." The Executioner began to fade away, and Link suddenly became aware that he was wet, surrounded by water, not able to breath. He began to push himself upwards, as the wetness around him became more and more real, his lungs on fire, begging him for air, when finally he broke the surface of the water and gasped in the cold air.
"I see that you've made it back." The voice belonged to Knoma, and when Link looked around, he saw that Jumari had disappeared. "You've been in there for a long time. What did you see?"
Link said nothing as he pulled his tunic back on, then he turned and followed the torch lit path back up into the tower, to his room, where he collapsed on his bed and fell asleep, his dreams haunted by the remnants of the memories that he had seen.
*~*
Chihiro lay with Haku on the couch in their quarters, and he played with her hair as she lay with her eyes closed. Nami had returned only a little while ago, and he had not said a word to either of them since he had gotten back. He had retreated into the book filled study, where he had locked himself away from them.
"Do you think that he's going to be okay?" Haku blinked, noticing that her voice was filled with concern.
"Who? Link or Nami?"
"Both. I mean, Link is going through some unknown torture even as we speak, and Nami could be going through his own little hell without us knowing. Who knows what that witch said to him when he tried to confront her."
"That's one of the things that I love about you. You're so concerned for other people, and think so little about yourself."
They lay there for several minutes, then Haku groaned and struggled to sit up.
"What's the matter?" Chihiro looked at him in concern.
"I just realized that I should go see what Nami is up to. If I'm right, he's probably plotting some way to kill Jumari, which wouldn't be a good thing for him to try."
Chihiro nodded and got off of Haku, allowing him to get to his feet. "I'll go with you."
"Suit yourself." Haku walked over to the door of the study and banged on it a couple of times. "Are you in there, Nami?"
"That's kind of a stupid question. Of course he's in there." Chihiro summoned some of her magic and carefully opened the door. The first thing that they noticed was that the room was empty, and the window was open. Haku walked to the window, then gasped.
There, on the ground fifty stories down, lay the spread eagled figure of Nami, cold and unmoving.
*~*
Well, this story has definitely taken a dramatic turn. How could Nami have been pushed out of the window without Chihiro and Haku knowing it? They WERE in the room right next to his. Well, keep reading to find out!