WEEEE! Hope all of you out there reading enjoyed that last chapter. Hope someone reviews soon. pouts I'm updating fast because I JUST started writing this story today at school so, yeah I'm going to keep at it and I dont see myself getting block from this anytime soon. My head is FILLED with ideas! so...enjoy!
The weekend was uneventful. Trini had left on an unexpected trip to Tokyo for three weeks. Her stepfather loved to surprise her and her mother with last minute getaways. But Trini wasn't complaining.
Kazuo had been surprisingly quiet all weekend and Monday morning, but she said nothing. She doubted her parents noticed.
Chihiro walked home from school alone Monday afternoon. She was about the turn off onto the road that led to her house but something silvery caught her eye. She froze and looked around her. To her left was a dirt road surrounded by trees. The wind blew lightly, tossing strands of her straight auburn hair about her beautiful face.
"Remember Chihiro. I'm your friend." A wise strong male voice said in her head. It sounded so familiar yet so, distant. Without much thought she turned down the road and walked towards the strange forest. Small tiny rocks shaped like little houses were scattered all along the entrance of the path.
She looked up the high grassy slope to see her house. Somehow she remembered this place. She lost track of time as she walked farther and farther down the trail. The wind blew around her frantically and gave her an anxious feeling. She broke into a run down the trail. I have to get there, before it's too late. She thought to herself. What was she talking about? She turned a sharp corner and came face to face with a plump round stone statue that smiled up at her alarmingly. She looked around her. A tall stonewall stood before her, framing an arched tunnel. What now? A voice asked her inside her head.
"What am I doing here?" She muttered to herself then turned around to leave but nearly ran into Nanashi. She gasped and looked up at the tall women. Her demeanor had changed since Friday afternoon. Her ice blue eyes were no longer warm and welcoming, and she was no longer calm and mysterious. Her eyes were steely and cold, she carried herself as if she were on a mission and in her arms was Kazuo, fast asleep.
"Nanashi!" Chihiro exclaimed. "What are you doing with Kazuo?" Nanashi didn't answer and shoved past Chihiro, whose jaw dropped with astonishment. She ran to Nanashi and tugged on her robes.
"What are you doing?" Chihiro demanded. Nanashi turned around, her eyes seemed to be filled with fire. A raging wind picked up and blew upon her, blowing her silvery hair and robe wildly about. She reached out her hand and from it ejected a black ball of energy, knocking Chihiro off of her feet and onto the dirt ground.
"This child is no longer yours." Her deep voice bellowed through Chihiro's ears. The wind suddenly died and Nanashi looked as though she were at peace. Without saying a word she walked through the archway and into the tunnel. Chihiro tried to stand but the fall had taken the wind out of her. So she collapsed back on he ground and was rendered unconscious.