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"Ordinary World"
Part One: Reminiscence
There is a land somewhere far away
I'm hearing your voice in my dreams
Always making me believe
That world is not as far away as it seems
A knock of silence in the colored noise
Fills me in and out with an unspoken affection
Convincing me that somehow
You understand it without my articulation
And I will try to make my way
Through this paradoxical world
Seeming so strange to me now
In the light of my past, its reality unfurled
There is a land somewhere far away
I'm hearing your voice in my dreams
Always making me believe
That world is not as far away as it seems
You are not as far away as you seem.
A young girl, maybe sixteen lay with her head resting on her forearms, eyes closed, dark brown hair let down from its usual ponytail. The precious hair band that normally tied it up was secured safely around the girl's delicate right wrist, sparkling with its own life, the threads woven to make it worth more than anything else, to the girl at least.
The setting was not unusual, a bedroom with furnishings, a few added specifics and it was altogether an airy place to be, spacious with few things cluttering it, none actually. It was almost eerie. No teenager should be this tidy.
And yet, said girl was.
The floor was spick and span, a clean and varnished wood that coincided well with the light pink walls. The shade of pink was so light it might have been a lavender or white but no, it was pink, stolidly so too. Curtains the color of the purest clouds draped themselves liberally across the one window in this room, except that the girl was resting on the sill. So they liberally draped over her instead, the window itself being closed, the girl's face and head being less than an inch away from the window.
CRASH!
Thunder struck and the girl's eyes snapped open, her head shooting up in surprise. Her eyes watched as a sudden downpour began and pattered in droves onto their small town, a town she had lived in now for sixteen years, sixteen just yesterday actually.
Sixteen years of life.
Six years since...him.
"Chihiro! Are you hungry dear?" a motherly voice called to her through the door.
"No mom! Thank you though!" Chihiro sighed as she rubbed feeling back into her arms absently, staring out her window still, into the pouring rain. Six years it's been, since I met you, she thought softly. In all this time she refused to give up on the mysterious and kind river spirit she remembered from even before then. They had made a promise. And any promise, any promise with a spirit, especially him...well, Chihiro had faith, immense faith it would never be broken.
Still...
It had been so long. Often she had worries. What if he was hurt? Could he even come to her world? Chihiro had tried more than once to find her way back to the bathhouse, back to the Spirit World. But somehow it had disappeared, translocated, something. And no matter what she did, she could not find it. She even begged and pleaded until her parents grudgingly let her drag them to the Kohaku River's past location, hoping perhaps to see him there. But as she had reasoned later, after their failed excursion, that place was really all apartments, as she had told him.
Perhaps he couldn't find his way because of it.
And she could do nothing to help him find another way.
Chihiro still cried at times, realizing how much she missed him, his calm warmth and mysteriously uncanny way of knowing when it was good to be silent and when to speak to her, reassure her. He was and, she thought, still is, her best friend. What other reason could she have for her heart squeezing like a vice was gripped around it every time she thought of him?
What other reason than: I miss you Haku, Chihiro admitted to herself, to anything that might acknowledge her sad silence.
Tomorrow, tomorrow I start a new year of school, Chihiro mused as she stood and walked over to her bed, kneeling down on the floor and digging underneath it. Moments later she resurfaced, blowing and waving away the mini clouds of dust as she pulled forth a box. Opening it, her face, before an expressionless mask, lightened, softened even and she smiled. This was one of the only things that could make her smile now, and it was too bad. Chihiro had grown into a beautiful young woman over the years. Though still petite, and though she could still pass for a middle school student, she had her own beauty. Her face was still round, but it had more wisdom in its entrancing eyes, and was, though round, a little more defined. Not much taller, she had remained slender, or rather, grew from skinny to slender, and her hair was the same length it had been six years ago, worn usually in that same style.
"Pink," she whispered as she lifted the pink shoes out of the box and handled them gently. She still wore her yellow ones despite her mother's nagging about their sorry states of nearly falling apart. It was a quirk certainly, but Chihiro could not help but insist on holding onto what, for her, was one of her only connections to what had happened, and what she hoped would tie into what would happen, soon.
Soon...she sighed again, a common sound to hear from her now.
Haku, she thought to herself, Haku do you even remember me, she wondered. It hurt to think he might not and so she didn't do it very often. She refused to believe he ever would do such a thing.
After all, he was Haku. Her river spirit.
Hers?
Sure, why not, Chihiro allowed herself a somewhat rueful smile. He wasn't here now but surely, surely he would be soon.
"Chihiro, honey are you sure you're not hungry?" her mother again.
"Yes mom, I'm fine! Thank you!" Chihiro called back and shrugged.
Yes, tomorrow another year.
Am I ready for it, she wondered yet again, and maybe, maybe this year, maybe this year he'll come for me.
Come for me Haku, she prayed, hoping her dragon, her river spirit, her best friend, would hear her...somehow...hear me Haku, you are not as far away as you seem, you can't be...
I mean, she wondered curiously, eyeing her pink shoe softly, if you're in my heart, you're never so far, never.
"You're in my heart," she whispered, her whisper carrying further than any would think it could across a wide river in the night into a well-lit town to the ears of a handsome boy with vivid green eyes and chin-length black hair.
The boy's eyes softened at the vocalization and his eyes turned to the direction of the wide river where at some points there was a grassy expanse, and he let his own sigh, filled with six years of torrential emotions.
"You're in mine too," his whisper though, did not reach the girl on the side of the ordinary world. That fine line was the bane of his existence. But soon...very soon in fact, he would cross it. A small, almost unnoticeable smile laced with many emotions crept across his face.
Soon Chihiro, he promised inside, as he had done dutifully for the past six years, everyday of his life in the Spirit World.
And he always kept his promises.
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So, my first Spirited Away fic, and its first chapter.don't kill me please. DO review and stuff if you have time please. It means more than words can say to me when people take the few seconds it takes to review. Writing is my life, and I love this movie beyond words as well so please, do review. The next chapter[s] will come once I have some encouragement from you all, okies? ~_~ I know, it's kinda stingy to make it this way, ya know, more reviews = more chapters kinda deal, but my ego needs it...bad excuse.
Er, ahem, but um, please?
-Kaji/ Skuld
PLEASE review. Thankies!
"Ordinary World"
Part One: Reminiscence
There is a land somewhere far away
I'm hearing your voice in my dreams
Always making me believe
That world is not as far away as it seems
A knock of silence in the colored noise
Fills me in and out with an unspoken affection
Convincing me that somehow
You understand it without my articulation
And I will try to make my way
Through this paradoxical world
Seeming so strange to me now
In the light of my past, its reality unfurled
There is a land somewhere far away
I'm hearing your voice in my dreams
Always making me believe
That world is not as far away as it seems
You are not as far away as you seem.
A young girl, maybe sixteen lay with her head resting on her forearms, eyes closed, dark brown hair let down from its usual ponytail. The precious hair band that normally tied it up was secured safely around the girl's delicate right wrist, sparkling with its own life, the threads woven to make it worth more than anything else, to the girl at least.
The setting was not unusual, a bedroom with furnishings, a few added specifics and it was altogether an airy place to be, spacious with few things cluttering it, none actually. It was almost eerie. No teenager should be this tidy.
And yet, said girl was.
The floor was spick and span, a clean and varnished wood that coincided well with the light pink walls. The shade of pink was so light it might have been a lavender or white but no, it was pink, stolidly so too. Curtains the color of the purest clouds draped themselves liberally across the one window in this room, except that the girl was resting on the sill. So they liberally draped over her instead, the window itself being closed, the girl's face and head being less than an inch away from the window.
CRASH!
Thunder struck and the girl's eyes snapped open, her head shooting up in surprise. Her eyes watched as a sudden downpour began and pattered in droves onto their small town, a town she had lived in now for sixteen years, sixteen just yesterday actually.
Sixteen years of life.
Six years since...him.
"Chihiro! Are you hungry dear?" a motherly voice called to her through the door.
"No mom! Thank you though!" Chihiro sighed as she rubbed feeling back into her arms absently, staring out her window still, into the pouring rain. Six years it's been, since I met you, she thought softly. In all this time she refused to give up on the mysterious and kind river spirit she remembered from even before then. They had made a promise. And any promise, any promise with a spirit, especially him...well, Chihiro had faith, immense faith it would never be broken.
Still...
It had been so long. Often she had worries. What if he was hurt? Could he even come to her world? Chihiro had tried more than once to find her way back to the bathhouse, back to the Spirit World. But somehow it had disappeared, translocated, something. And no matter what she did, she could not find it. She even begged and pleaded until her parents grudgingly let her drag them to the Kohaku River's past location, hoping perhaps to see him there. But as she had reasoned later, after their failed excursion, that place was really all apartments, as she had told him.
Perhaps he couldn't find his way because of it.
And she could do nothing to help him find another way.
Chihiro still cried at times, realizing how much she missed him, his calm warmth and mysteriously uncanny way of knowing when it was good to be silent and when to speak to her, reassure her. He was and, she thought, still is, her best friend. What other reason could she have for her heart squeezing like a vice was gripped around it every time she thought of him?
What other reason than: I miss you Haku, Chihiro admitted to herself, to anything that might acknowledge her sad silence.
Tomorrow, tomorrow I start a new year of school, Chihiro mused as she stood and walked over to her bed, kneeling down on the floor and digging underneath it. Moments later she resurfaced, blowing and waving away the mini clouds of dust as she pulled forth a box. Opening it, her face, before an expressionless mask, lightened, softened even and she smiled. This was one of the only things that could make her smile now, and it was too bad. Chihiro had grown into a beautiful young woman over the years. Though still petite, and though she could still pass for a middle school student, she had her own beauty. Her face was still round, but it had more wisdom in its entrancing eyes, and was, though round, a little more defined. Not much taller, she had remained slender, or rather, grew from skinny to slender, and her hair was the same length it had been six years ago, worn usually in that same style.
"Pink," she whispered as she lifted the pink shoes out of the box and handled them gently. She still wore her yellow ones despite her mother's nagging about their sorry states of nearly falling apart. It was a quirk certainly, but Chihiro could not help but insist on holding onto what, for her, was one of her only connections to what had happened, and what she hoped would tie into what would happen, soon.
Soon...she sighed again, a common sound to hear from her now.
Haku, she thought to herself, Haku do you even remember me, she wondered. It hurt to think he might not and so she didn't do it very often. She refused to believe he ever would do such a thing.
After all, he was Haku. Her river spirit.
Hers?
Sure, why not, Chihiro allowed herself a somewhat rueful smile. He wasn't here now but surely, surely he would be soon.
"Chihiro, honey are you sure you're not hungry?" her mother again.
"Yes mom, I'm fine! Thank you!" Chihiro called back and shrugged.
Yes, tomorrow another year.
Am I ready for it, she wondered yet again, and maybe, maybe this year, maybe this year he'll come for me.
Come for me Haku, she prayed, hoping her dragon, her river spirit, her best friend, would hear her...somehow...hear me Haku, you are not as far away as you seem, you can't be...
I mean, she wondered curiously, eyeing her pink shoe softly, if you're in my heart, you're never so far, never.
"You're in my heart," she whispered, her whisper carrying further than any would think it could across a wide river in the night into a well-lit town to the ears of a handsome boy with vivid green eyes and chin-length black hair.
The boy's eyes softened at the vocalization and his eyes turned to the direction of the wide river where at some points there was a grassy expanse, and he let his own sigh, filled with six years of torrential emotions.
"You're in mine too," his whisper though, did not reach the girl on the side of the ordinary world. That fine line was the bane of his existence. But soon...very soon in fact, he would cross it. A small, almost unnoticeable smile laced with many emotions crept across his face.
Soon Chihiro, he promised inside, as he had done dutifully for the past six years, everyday of his life in the Spirit World.
And he always kept his promises.
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So, my first Spirited Away fic, and its first chapter.don't kill me please. DO review and stuff if you have time please. It means more than words can say to me when people take the few seconds it takes to review. Writing is my life, and I love this movie beyond words as well so please, do review. The next chapter[s] will come once I have some encouragement from you all, okies? ~_~ I know, it's kinda stingy to make it this way, ya know, more reviews = more chapters kinda deal, but my ego needs it...bad excuse.
Er, ahem, but um, please?
-Kaji/ Skuld