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
Simplification
Kohaku nodded against her shoulder, lowering himself to the ground again so she might climb up onto his back.
She hesitated. "Are you sure? You look pretty tired."
He merely snorted in reply, bumping her in the ribs with the flat of his head until she complied.
"Fine, fine. Bossy." She mumbled as she settled herself into his fur; grasping hold of his antlers to steady herself when he took off into the air again.
This time he kept high so as to avoid getting caught by another of the shadow beasts, for which she was thankful; something about seeing the vicious and mindless way he had torn into the Demon had shook her.
She had always known he had his own beast that lived alongside the man, but seeing him act like an animal for the first time had driven the point home with painful accuracy. Really, the simplification of the whole issue was that to her, Kohaku had always been elegant. Refined. An image of control. But he wasn't. He was a Spirit; an ambivalent creature, who's actions she could not judge by any mortal standard of right and wrong.
He just was. And he was hers.
Note: -Yawns- Sorry about not getting this out sooner. The world was conspiring to keep me from the internet. I took a day off to relax, came back and my stepfather had crashed my computer, and once it was finally fixed I spent all day out at a photo-shoot. This is the first opportunity I had to get back here. my apologies.