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
Confliction
There was a confliction in her dragon. An unsettlement that reverberated though his very being, leaving him torn and unsure. She wasn't sure what that confliction was, but she could feel it in him. His every movement spoke of it.
The game was changing. The maze was throwing illusions at them now, shifting around them more rapidly until walls were nothing more than a blur of discomforting feeling and they could be sure of nothing but what they were touching.
Murals that chased them down the pathways started to dance, moving in a parody of life that made Chihiro shudder and press herself more firmly into the comforting solidness of Kohaku's shifting form.
She watched the hallways they were traversing, feeling the effort futile but needing to do something. It was upon one moment of her vision shifting in dizziness that she spotted it. Or rather him.
"Haku! Haku stop! I think that's No-Face down there!"
Note: Ohai there, It seems I've updated. I also wanted to include for you all a Link to my Archive Of Our Own account, where I will be posting all my uncencored content when my stories get to those points. (MA, Smut, Etc): http: / archiveofourown . org / users / velvet_sometimes (remove spaces)