Don't Dream
A.N: Ok, this is my first Spirited Away fic, so reviews will be appreciated! Just so you know, Chihiro doesn't remember any of her adventure through the Spirit World. There will be an explination for this later. So, enjoy and let me know what you think! Thanks! Oh yeah, I don't like the title of this fic, so if you have any ideas, please tell me!
It was the large blue one on the end, the one with the backyard that dangle precariously on a drop off down to the endless forest below. Supposedly, it was home. Not really, it was a house she lived in, but not home. Home was some place miles upon miles from here, a place that memory could barely recall after seven years.
Seven years had passed since then. Seven years since the big move, seven years since the dreams started, seven years. Chihiro sighed, gripping the handles of her bicycle as she guided it up the large hill towards her house. Seventeen and still riding her bike to school. She smiled wryly as she continued to move, feeling the muscles in the back of her legs strain. Slowly, almost secretively, her large brown eyes slid over to the secluded section of the neighborhood, the one area that didn't contain houses, only plant life.
Chihiro now pushed her bike across the street to that section, the tires bumping off the concrete sidewalk to the fresh green grass, until it was rudely dropped there, forgotten by the girl. She stood by the base of the largest tree, staring high into the lush leaves that gently blew in the wind. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaped and caught the lowest branch to haul herself up. She blinked exasperatedly as a few strands of thick auburn hair fell into her face. On her wrist, a purple hair string sparkled as she brushed her fingers over it, ignoring the feeling that grew in the pit of her stomach, and the flash of scenes in her head. Gently sliding it off her wrist, legs wrapped carefully around the branch, the other hand began working on pulling the majority of hair back to form a ponytail.
"Do you normally do your hair in a tree?" Chihiro paused with a smirk, twisting around to look down at her visitor. She grinned mischievously at the boy who stood below, looking up with the same grin. He shielded his steel gray eyes with a cupped hand, ignoring the wind that whipped the raven hair about. She watched him carefully as he moved to the base of the tree, studying the best way to reach her, several branches up. "And do you normally climb trees while wearing a skirt?" The boy asked, sliding the jacket of school uniform off, laying it on Chihiro's bike.
"Do you normally go around looking for girl's that climb trees while wearing skirts, Yukio?" Chihiro retorted, smirking but yanking the fabric of her uniform down around her knees. The boy chuckled, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he jumped and wrapped his arms around the branch. The girl couldn't help but notice the bulge of muscles as they pulled Yukio up. She hadn't noticed quite how muscular he was at school, since his body was kept hidden beneath the uniform.
Chihiro quickly hid a blush, concentrating instead on the tattoo that covered most of the boy's lower left arm. She squinted, frowning, it was a dragon. In moments, he was sharing the branch with her, smiling proudly. "See? That wasn't so bad, and you even got to wear pants," Chihiro teased while studying the tattoo. Yukio caught sight of her puzzled glance and thrust his arm out so she could clearly see the design. It was indeed a dragon, one that twisted up his whole lower arm. The majority of its body was a clean white, but there were other bits of blues and aquas. Chihiro leaned forward, gripping Yukio's arm as she stared into the eyes of the dragon, a clear green color. They looked so real, as if it were looking back at her with the same intensity.
"Should I leave you two alone?" Yukio snickered, gently tugging his arm back. The girl blushed deeply, "Sorry. It's just. . ." Her voice trailed off as she lost herself in a memory that surfaced to her mind.
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It was a crystal clear night, one where the moon shone like a beacon through the skies. The wind was strong, cold to her bare skin, which was covered with only a t-shirt and shorts. She was sailing through the skies as a boat slices through water. She wasn't alone though. There was the slightest pressure on her shoulder, like a small animal perched there. Her legs wrapped around something long and smooth as water, yet scaly. Her hands wrapped tightly around to horns, and she leaned forward so that her young face could peer through a bushel of aqua fur to the sky. What was she riding? Where was she? Why was she so young again?
. .
. . .
. .
"Chihiro. Chihiro!"
She jolted from the odd memory, shaking her head to clear it of the strange dream. That's what it was, just a dream, just a scene from a movie she had scene. She smiled apologetically at Yukio, "Sorry. Your tattoo, it reminded me of something."
The boy leaned forward eagerly, a few thin strands of black hair falling in his face, "Of what?" Slightly intimidated, Chihiro leaned back, grabbing the branch to steady herself under Yukio's intense stare. "It's nothing, just a dream. I've had that dream for a long time, and other one's like it that I just can't explain. They're all so weird, with the strangest creatures and things happening. I know their just dreams, but they all feel so real, as if I really did experience them when I was little."
She laughed, suddenly embarrassed, "I'm guessing you really don't care, and you really don't want to hear about my weird dreams." Yukio shook his head, a odd smile turning at his mouth, "No, no Sen. Go on."
She froze, staring at Yukio wide-eyed, "What did you call me?" The boy flinched angrily, covering it up smoothly, "Chihiro. Why?"
"I.But you said.I think I'm going crazy."
Yukio chuckled, "It must have been the wind howling through your empty head." He tapped her forehead, a look of relief crossing his features as the girl giggled. "Yeah, you're right, my head is empty."
Chihiro began to relax, releasing the tight grip on the branch as Yukio leaned back against the oak tree. "So tell me more about this memories."
A.N: Ok, this is my first Spirited Away fic, so reviews will be appreciated! Just so you know, Chihiro doesn't remember any of her adventure through the Spirit World. There will be an explination for this later. So, enjoy and let me know what you think! Thanks! Oh yeah, I don't like the title of this fic, so if you have any ideas, please tell me!
It was the large blue one on the end, the one with the backyard that dangle precariously on a drop off down to the endless forest below. Supposedly, it was home. Not really, it was a house she lived in, but not home. Home was some place miles upon miles from here, a place that memory could barely recall after seven years.
Seven years had passed since then. Seven years since the big move, seven years since the dreams started, seven years. Chihiro sighed, gripping the handles of her bicycle as she guided it up the large hill towards her house. Seventeen and still riding her bike to school. She smiled wryly as she continued to move, feeling the muscles in the back of her legs strain. Slowly, almost secretively, her large brown eyes slid over to the secluded section of the neighborhood, the one area that didn't contain houses, only plant life.
Chihiro now pushed her bike across the street to that section, the tires bumping off the concrete sidewalk to the fresh green grass, until it was rudely dropped there, forgotten by the girl. She stood by the base of the largest tree, staring high into the lush leaves that gently blew in the wind. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaped and caught the lowest branch to haul herself up. She blinked exasperatedly as a few strands of thick auburn hair fell into her face. On her wrist, a purple hair string sparkled as she brushed her fingers over it, ignoring the feeling that grew in the pit of her stomach, and the flash of scenes in her head. Gently sliding it off her wrist, legs wrapped carefully around the branch, the other hand began working on pulling the majority of hair back to form a ponytail.
"Do you normally do your hair in a tree?" Chihiro paused with a smirk, twisting around to look down at her visitor. She grinned mischievously at the boy who stood below, looking up with the same grin. He shielded his steel gray eyes with a cupped hand, ignoring the wind that whipped the raven hair about. She watched him carefully as he moved to the base of the tree, studying the best way to reach her, several branches up. "And do you normally climb trees while wearing a skirt?" The boy asked, sliding the jacket of school uniform off, laying it on Chihiro's bike.
"Do you normally go around looking for girl's that climb trees while wearing skirts, Yukio?" Chihiro retorted, smirking but yanking the fabric of her uniform down around her knees. The boy chuckled, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he jumped and wrapped his arms around the branch. The girl couldn't help but notice the bulge of muscles as they pulled Yukio up. She hadn't noticed quite how muscular he was at school, since his body was kept hidden beneath the uniform.
Chihiro quickly hid a blush, concentrating instead on the tattoo that covered most of the boy's lower left arm. She squinted, frowning, it was a dragon. In moments, he was sharing the branch with her, smiling proudly. "See? That wasn't so bad, and you even got to wear pants," Chihiro teased while studying the tattoo. Yukio caught sight of her puzzled glance and thrust his arm out so she could clearly see the design. It was indeed a dragon, one that twisted up his whole lower arm. The majority of its body was a clean white, but there were other bits of blues and aquas. Chihiro leaned forward, gripping Yukio's arm as she stared into the eyes of the dragon, a clear green color. They looked so real, as if it were looking back at her with the same intensity.
"Should I leave you two alone?" Yukio snickered, gently tugging his arm back. The girl blushed deeply, "Sorry. It's just. . ." Her voice trailed off as she lost herself in a memory that surfaced to her mind.
. .
. . .
. .
It was a crystal clear night, one where the moon shone like a beacon through the skies. The wind was strong, cold to her bare skin, which was covered with only a t-shirt and shorts. She was sailing through the skies as a boat slices through water. She wasn't alone though. There was the slightest pressure on her shoulder, like a small animal perched there. Her legs wrapped around something long and smooth as water, yet scaly. Her hands wrapped tightly around to horns, and she leaned forward so that her young face could peer through a bushel of aqua fur to the sky. What was she riding? Where was she? Why was she so young again?
. .
. . .
. .
"Chihiro. Chihiro!"
She jolted from the odd memory, shaking her head to clear it of the strange dream. That's what it was, just a dream, just a scene from a movie she had scene. She smiled apologetically at Yukio, "Sorry. Your tattoo, it reminded me of something."
The boy leaned forward eagerly, a few thin strands of black hair falling in his face, "Of what?" Slightly intimidated, Chihiro leaned back, grabbing the branch to steady herself under Yukio's intense stare. "It's nothing, just a dream. I've had that dream for a long time, and other one's like it that I just can't explain. They're all so weird, with the strangest creatures and things happening. I know their just dreams, but they all feel so real, as if I really did experience them when I was little."
She laughed, suddenly embarrassed, "I'm guessing you really don't care, and you really don't want to hear about my weird dreams." Yukio shook his head, a odd smile turning at his mouth, "No, no Sen. Go on."
She froze, staring at Yukio wide-eyed, "What did you call me?" The boy flinched angrily, covering it up smoothly, "Chihiro. Why?"
"I.But you said.I think I'm going crazy."
Yukio chuckled, "It must have been the wind howling through your empty head." He tapped her forehead, a look of relief crossing his features as the girl giggled. "Yeah, you're right, my head is empty."
Chihiro began to relax, releasing the tight grip on the branch as Yukio leaned back against the oak tree. "So tell me more about this memories."