AN: Hi all! This is my first shot at a Spirited Away fic! I can't actually believe that I'm
starting yet another fic! ._. I'm going to be dead before the end of this month if the
sailor moon fanfic readers find out about this. ^^;;;

I would like to say that I don't own Spirited Away. The wonderful Miyazaki Hayao owns
this beautiful tale and I won't steal it from him! Although I did wish he did come out
with a sequal or a better ending or SOMETHING! ^^;; But I don't own any of the characters
in this fic. They are all property of Miyazaki Hayao and no one else (well, maybe disney
but that's stretching it)

Also, this fic takes place AFTER the movie. If anyone is confused after reading the
chapters, please leave your question in my review box and I'll try to answer it to the best
of my abilty when I update.

I don't care if you don't review, but if you find something wrong with my fic please tell me
and give me some suggestions! I'd rather fix mistakes and get flames than have younger
fic authors read my story, follow my examples and leave good reviews.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy my fic!

-Niks

Thanks to Laz who has read this and given me some thumbs up.
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Sen Revisisted
By Nikitsuki
Rated: PG

Summary: Chihiro is at her new house and is lonely for something she can't describe.
Is it because all her old friends are back in Tokyo or that there's nothing to do in her
new town? Or maybe is it because she keeps getting these mysterious notes every
morning when she wakes up?
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"Chihiro! Get up! You have school!"

Chihiro pulled the covers down from over her head and looked at her clock.

'6:47'

She groaned and pulled them back over her head. Why did she have to be here?
Even though she had been living here for about a year now, she just couldn't understand
why her parents choose this place. Her mother had to go two towns over just for clothes
shopping and groceries. Her father was a mechanic so he was constantly busy with
rewiring circuts in the older houses on the other side of town. The money was
definatly a plus but they never did anything with it. Chihiro suspected that her parents
were saving the money so she could go to a good high school or university in the city
but she didn't say anything. Even if she did go to a city high school, none of her old friends
would remember her. She could try to convince her parents to have Yukari or Ayaka over
for a few weeks in the summer. Nothing went on though so she had no clue what they'd do.
The only thing that this town attracted were tourists and even then they didn't stay for long.
The only hotel was next to the highway so tourists could come in, sleep and then
leave bright and early the next morning.

Chihiro rolled over in bed and proceeded to stare at her wall. Her room was colorful enough.
Her walls were a shade of a pale green similar to her favorite green striped t-shirt. As she
thought about it, she realized that she still had her sneakers too. And those red shorts. They
still fit her as well.

In a surge of curiosity, she threw the covers away from herself and sat up. She stretched and
yawned, and then got up. Her eyes went wide as the cold wood floor touched her bare feet.
She rushed to her closet where there was a rug and sighed with relief.
She opened her white closet doors and stared at the multitude of dresses, pants, and t-shirts.
After searching for a few minutes she finally finds the white t-shirt and the red shorts.
She gave a small smile, remembering how she used to wear those clothes everywhere.
Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember why she did stop wearing them. It just
happened one day.
She thought about it again, and put them back in the closet and shut the door. She turned to
go to her dresser when she spotted a white piece of paper on her floor near her bedroom
door.

She went to the paper, picked it up and read it. Something was going on. Someone must
be playing a joke on her. That was it. It was just a joke.

But whoever had written the short sentence did not falter with the note and wrote in a broad script.
'Remember me and know that I am always watching you.'

How was she supposed to respond to something like that at seven in the morning?
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