Disclaimers Notice: I do not own any of the characters or any other such
part of Spirited Away-But I know that a wonderful ingenioused man named
Hayoa Miyazaki does and has created that wonderful masterpiece called
"Spirited Away"-Go Hayoa!
Authors Beginning Note: Ok, now the last I left you, you were caught up in a mysterious beginning. I know, your wondering, "what the heck happened huh? And Wussup with the blue light, is there like supposed to fire works or something?" -Well, I could tell you, but I think I'll let you read and find out.
Chapter 1 Reminiscing to Back Then
"Free me!" came an oddly familiar male voice. It was dark all around. I turned towards where I thought the voice was coming from. I started running towards it.
"Kohaku!" I stopped blinded by the sudden light. I put my arm over my face to shield my eyes. I put my arm down when the light wasn't near as blinding. There was a long tunnel and at the end of it there stood a boy. A tall boy about my height, with shoulder length dark hair, and he was wearing an odd assortment of white clothing and a green sash. But what was most capturing about him were his eyes. The most beautiful green you could ever find. More beautiful than the green leaves and the moss. More beautiful than water, and even more or so than the northern lights in their greatest splendor. Normally filled with laughter and happiness, they were filled with pain, sadness, and fear. He was lost.
"Kohaku!" I started running to him, and he started running towards me, but he stopped as if an invisible shield wouldn't allow him to move any closer. I started running even faster, feeling my heart beat against my chest and the nauseating feeling of fear almost choked me. I had to help him, but the faster I ran the farther away he seemed to be.
"Chihiro!"
"I'm coming Kohaku! I'm coming!"
"Kohaku!" I screamed sitting up.
"Free me." Were the echoing words to my dream. Each night I'd had the same dream and the more I had it, the more real it seemed and the farther away Kohaku became. I sat there in bed crying for a little bit. When I got myself under control I slipped out of bed and sat by my window. A storm was raging outside, reflecting my emotions. I remember that trip six years away. I remember everything. Clearer than my own name.
"I'll see you again someday."
"You promise?"
"I promise." Someday. When was someday? But what if he can't come? Could my dreams be telling me something? Even if they do, will I be able to go back? How many times had I biked up and down that trail? Only to find that the building isn't there, not even a sign that it had ever existed. Not even that creepy statue that gave me goose bumps each time I saw it.
It was hard for us, coming back from Kamikakushi..
(A/n Kamikakushi is translated into "world of magical disappearance". Kami no Sekai is translated into "world of gods". Both are translated into "Spirit World". )
..the fact that we had been gone for three months was a huge shock to my parents. They remembered nothing of kamikakushi. Maybe it is better for them. Maybe not. They almost didn't believe me, except for the nagging thought, than what did happen? They no longer had a job and the bank accounts were frozen so we couldn't withdraw any money. We still had our new house, that hadn't been sold, and the furniture was there, all in a heap right in the middle of the living room. We were thought to have run away, after all what else were they to believe? There was no recked car, no bodies lying around, not even a single ransom note.
When school started everyone wanted to know what had happened. I was willing to tell them, but when I told them, they began avoiding me, and started calling me a "freak" behind my back. Eventually I just gave up telling them what happened, and became good at being invisible.
Our lucky break came when Hayoa Myazaki and that crew became interested in my story. They said that they would pay us if they could make a movie out of my story, and I agreed. For once there were people willing to listen to what happened to me. They actually seemed interested in what I had to say. That money helped us financially, so we finally started to get back on our feet.
I would love to go back and live in kamikakushi. My parents are safe, they'd be here, other than them, I couldn't imagine anyone else missing me. I would be able to see all my friends. I would be able to see Kohaku. It would be wonderful, except..Yubaaba.
I sometimes wonder if I really am going crazy. Kamikakushi, could it just be a dream I had made up, to replace something really tragic that had happened to me? Kohaku. Did I make him up, along with the rest of the others? If that is true, than what really did happen? And where did my purple hair band come from? Sure it looked ordinary enough, but it was special. No. It was real, and I must keep believing. For their sakes.
I hit the window. I held my hand as I felt it throbbing from the pain it had caused. I gazed out my window once more, looking at the stormy clouds, seeing the leaves being ripped off of the trees, seeing the lightning streak across the sky.
"Kohaku." I whispered in the silent night. I crept back into bed and fell asleep.
Authors Beginning Note: Ok, now the last I left you, you were caught up in a mysterious beginning. I know, your wondering, "what the heck happened huh? And Wussup with the blue light, is there like supposed to fire works or something?" -Well, I could tell you, but I think I'll let you read and find out.
Chapter 1 Reminiscing to Back Then
"Free me!" came an oddly familiar male voice. It was dark all around. I turned towards where I thought the voice was coming from. I started running towards it.
"Kohaku!" I stopped blinded by the sudden light. I put my arm over my face to shield my eyes. I put my arm down when the light wasn't near as blinding. There was a long tunnel and at the end of it there stood a boy. A tall boy about my height, with shoulder length dark hair, and he was wearing an odd assortment of white clothing and a green sash. But what was most capturing about him were his eyes. The most beautiful green you could ever find. More beautiful than the green leaves and the moss. More beautiful than water, and even more or so than the northern lights in their greatest splendor. Normally filled with laughter and happiness, they were filled with pain, sadness, and fear. He was lost.
"Kohaku!" I started running to him, and he started running towards me, but he stopped as if an invisible shield wouldn't allow him to move any closer. I started running even faster, feeling my heart beat against my chest and the nauseating feeling of fear almost choked me. I had to help him, but the faster I ran the farther away he seemed to be.
"Chihiro!"
"I'm coming Kohaku! I'm coming!"
"Kohaku!" I screamed sitting up.
"Free me." Were the echoing words to my dream. Each night I'd had the same dream and the more I had it, the more real it seemed and the farther away Kohaku became. I sat there in bed crying for a little bit. When I got myself under control I slipped out of bed and sat by my window. A storm was raging outside, reflecting my emotions. I remember that trip six years away. I remember everything. Clearer than my own name.
"I'll see you again someday."
"You promise?"
"I promise." Someday. When was someday? But what if he can't come? Could my dreams be telling me something? Even if they do, will I be able to go back? How many times had I biked up and down that trail? Only to find that the building isn't there, not even a sign that it had ever existed. Not even that creepy statue that gave me goose bumps each time I saw it.
It was hard for us, coming back from Kamikakushi..
(A/n Kamikakushi is translated into "world of magical disappearance". Kami no Sekai is translated into "world of gods". Both are translated into "Spirit World". )
..the fact that we had been gone for three months was a huge shock to my parents. They remembered nothing of kamikakushi. Maybe it is better for them. Maybe not. They almost didn't believe me, except for the nagging thought, than what did happen? They no longer had a job and the bank accounts were frozen so we couldn't withdraw any money. We still had our new house, that hadn't been sold, and the furniture was there, all in a heap right in the middle of the living room. We were thought to have run away, after all what else were they to believe? There was no recked car, no bodies lying around, not even a single ransom note.
When school started everyone wanted to know what had happened. I was willing to tell them, but when I told them, they began avoiding me, and started calling me a "freak" behind my back. Eventually I just gave up telling them what happened, and became good at being invisible.
Our lucky break came when Hayoa Myazaki and that crew became interested in my story. They said that they would pay us if they could make a movie out of my story, and I agreed. For once there were people willing to listen to what happened to me. They actually seemed interested in what I had to say. That money helped us financially, so we finally started to get back on our feet.
I would love to go back and live in kamikakushi. My parents are safe, they'd be here, other than them, I couldn't imagine anyone else missing me. I would be able to see all my friends. I would be able to see Kohaku. It would be wonderful, except..Yubaaba.
I sometimes wonder if I really am going crazy. Kamikakushi, could it just be a dream I had made up, to replace something really tragic that had happened to me? Kohaku. Did I make him up, along with the rest of the others? If that is true, than what really did happen? And where did my purple hair band come from? Sure it looked ordinary enough, but it was special. No. It was real, and I must keep believing. For their sakes.
I hit the window. I held my hand as I felt it throbbing from the pain it had caused. I gazed out my window once more, looking at the stormy clouds, seeing the leaves being ripped off of the trees, seeing the lightning streak across the sky.
"Kohaku." I whispered in the silent night. I crept back into bed and fell asleep.