Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Confabulation
She stood there for an impossibly long time, just taking in the place she'd once called home while she searched for a way to save her parents.
It was times like this, as she stared at the front gate, she realized the extent of the confabulation of her memories; she'd forgotten the grandeur of this place, the sheer magnificence of the bathhouse. She hadn't wanted to remember. And filled in the gaps with memories of her fear, memories of the lengths she'd taken to save her loved ones; memories of him.
Chihiro remained rooted to the spot, standing in the center of the bridge until the lanterns started to light, and the doors creaked open, revealing to her eyes face she never thought to see again, faces that hadn't aged a day and mirrored her own in disbelief.
"S... Sen?"
"Aniyaku," She bowed in acknowledgment, a slight smile tilting her lips as she towered over the man who was once someone she had to look up. "Do you know where I can find Haku?"
Note: Hey look! She's Finally made it TO the bathhouse. Yes, I know that pacing of this story is really slow; but that's because they are drabbles. And I'm trying to keep this from spinning out really quickly. So don't worry; She does meet up with Kohaku. It IS coming; I'm just taking my sweet time getting there.