Disclaimer: I do not own Spirited away.
Thanks you guys for all the wonderful reviews! It's so gratifying to know that people love reading my stories. So anyway, here are the romantic (awwwwww) scenes that I promised you all.
So sigh away….
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The rain pelted against the glass window violently, distorting her view of the outside world. It had started pouring the moment they had stepped into the house. After helping her into her pyjamas, her father placed her in the rocking chair by her bedroom window. Then he left for work. But not before kissing her firmly and whispering 'I love you honey'.
She heard him leave. Pressing her head against the window, she watched the storm rage with all its fury. Then she sighed his name.
Kohaku…where are you…
Dreamily, she drew his name in the condensation that formed on the glass, spreading and expanding like a white fog. Then she watched as the words blurred together and misted away. It was like as if they had never been written.
Like as if they had never existed at all.
Tiredly, she leaned back against the glass and tried to think about other things. Her favourite Sakura tree that stood right outside the window groaned as it swayed and bent with the force of the winds. Its branches were eerily illuminated by the street lamp, the only source of light apart from the occasional flickering of lightening in the distance. Cold seeped into her skin where it touched the glass, numbing her with its biting iciness.
"Chihiro! I've been looking everywhere for you dear. What are you doing sitting in the darkness? And don't lean against the glass. You might catch a cold!"
Why did everybody just automatically assume that she could get a cold at any moment?
Leaning back resignedly, she turned to the doorway and gave her mother a small sheepish smile.
That tantalizing aroma could only mean one thing. Hot chocolate! Her smile deepened into a grin of delight. Maybe there were some perks to being over pampered after all.
Taking the cup, she took a long sip of the hot, creamy drink. Then she placed the mug on the window still and thanked her mother.
"Drink it while it's still hot ok?"
She nodded and watched her mother stride to the door. Suddenly, a strange urgency came over her. She had to tell her mother something now, before it was too late.
"What is it Chihiro?"
Her voice caught. Now that she had her mother's attention, she had no idea what to say. Her fist was clenched so tightly that her nails bit painfully into her palm.
"I'm sorry…I didn't meant to get sick," she hastily bowed as a sign of respect, desperate to hide the fact that she was on the verge of bursting into tears, "thank you mum…for taking care of me."
"Chihiro…"
She gasped as her cold hands were suddenly encased in her mother's warm ones. Whipping her head up, she saw her mother kneel down beside her.
"Your sickness is not your fault Chihiro…it was never your fault. You are not a burden to me. You are my brave little Chihiro. And I love you so much. I love you so much Chihiro…"
Her heart felt so full of emotion that she thought it would burst. But yet at the same time, it was as light as a feather. The guilt that had been weighing down her spirits had been lifted. She was not burden. She was loved.
"I love you too mummy."
Her mother gave her a crushing hug and a big smacking kiss on both her cheeks. Then getting up and dusting her knees, gave her one last smile and strode to the door.
"Mum, I…"
"Yes dear?"
Emotions warred within her. This could be her last chance to say it. Time was running out.
"It's nothing."
The door clicked shut.
"Goodbye mum." She whispered into the darkness.
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He was mildly aware of the woman leaving the room, his eyes never leaving the delicate form of the girl by the window for even a moment.
She had changed so much over the years. Yet in some ways she was still his old Chihiro. She had grown taller, yet he knew that she would stand half a head shorter than him. Her beautiful brown tresses were completely gone and the plates of her skull showed through the smooth alabaster skin of her head. Her face was sharper, thinner; her eyes deeper, sadder. Even though her body had matured from that of a young girl's to a woman, it barely showed with all the weight she had lost. But he knew that to be the cause of her illness.
His Chihiro was dying.
He had been in the skies, preparing to search for her through the spirit of the storm. Then suddenly, his senses honed onto her spiritual presence.
She was by a river.
Seeking permission from the current spirit residing in the river, he whispered to her through the running water. She gave no sign that she had heard him, and for a moment he was paralyzed with a fear that she had forgotten. Forgotten the time she had spent in the spirit world. Forgotten about Rin, Kamajii and Zeniiba. But most of all, that she had forgotten him.
Before he could call out to her again, a man came and took her away.
He had followed; recklessly flying through masses of lightening and clouds of rain gathering in the high heavens. He would not… no, could not loose her so soon after finally finding her.
The man took her into a building. When she disappeared from his sight, he had almost gone frantic with worry. Sensing his agitation, the spirit of the storm unleashed one of its storms immediately, dousing the land with a heavy downpour. He gave the spirit a deep bow of gratitude, then plummeted to the ground riding on the wind and the lightening.
He saw her pale face almost immediately at the window. Different as she had become, she was still undeniably Chihiro.
His wonderful Chihiro.
He could sense her spirit fading, the warmth that embodied her body slowly ebbing away. He wanted to cry. He wanted to throw his head back and curse the heavens for letting her die. But he wanted most of all, more than anything in the world, to take her into his arms like he once had, and soothe all her troubles away by telling her that everything was going to be alright.
Because he was here now.
And he was never leaving her again.
He had so many things to tell her. He wanted to give her all the messages given to her from Rin, Bou, Zeniiba and Kamajii. He wanted to hold her and give her a thousand apologies for not coming sooner. He wanted to repeat again and again, just how many times he had thought of her during the past years. Just how much he had missed her.
It's going to be ok now Chihiro…
I'm here.
Readers,
Well…what did you think? He kept his promise. He's back. Now they can meet up, share hugs, then fly off to a distant land and have babies. So, technically I could just end this story right here. BUT, lucky for you guys, this story's to be a trilogy. cheers And I'm not done with Kohaku and Chihiro yet. So in short, don't worry, be happy, cause there's still more to come!
theLilyLady
