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Some doors never close -some doors never open -some wait only for just the right hands.

Chihiro was in awe of the magnificence around her; the twining trail that appeared through the trees, following their path up the mountain -lined with faintly glowing lanterns. The house that looked almost as if the mountain had been built around it -and yet so lovingly maintained that it could have been placed there that morning. And the procession of kimono clad beings that began to approach as the pair slowly descended before the gate.

This place had all of the opulence she had ever dreamed of, -but it was not the same, with its moss covered roofs and the forest that spilled into it's gardens. It was so much more.

And as she slipped off of the Water God's back and took a tentative step toward the invitation of the gateway, she felt a soft breeze against the back. Almost as if it was pushing her forward.

She turned for a moment, looking back at the Myth that was becoming less of a myth, -watching the way he watched her. Almost as if he were waiting for something. Some sort of denial.

So instead she turned back to the house and stepped through the gateway without another moment of hesitation.

"Welcome, Chihiro Ogino, to the home of the Water God."

Note: As it's my day off, I'm sitting down to crank more of these out. Since it's about 10 degrees farenhight (-12 degrees celsius) and there is no way I'm going outside for any reason today. As always though, Reviews are a nice thing to leave, and they make the author feel good and want to write more.