I was surprised when the spell worked on me, but standing here in front of Chihiro- in the flesh- beat that moment by a landslide.
This was the same place I met Chihiro ten years ago, when that young river spirit was guiding her to the bathhouse. Even at 10 years old, she was pretty to me. Now, she was more beautiful than I ever imagined her to be. She hadn't changed a bit, except for a slight height adjustment and the formation of her breasts. Her hair was in a ponytail, held back by the band Zeniba and I made for her. I couldn't believe that she had kept it after all this time.
"Is it really you?" Chihiro asked, her face stricken with shock. She took her hand and grazed my cheek. Her touch felt so warm to my new, cold skin; it was nice, and I smiled for the first time.
To convince her, I held out my empty hand. We both watched as tiny specks of gold appeared in my palm. Thank God Zeniba's transformation spell allowed me to keep this power.
Chihiro gasped and threw her arms around me, tightening me in a hug, making the gold fly into the air. I wrapped my arms around her back and embraced her. At first, it caught me by surprise. This was beyond my wildest dreams. Back then, I would have given anything just to be able to speak literal words to her. Now, in this form, I could actually talk to her, hug her, kiss her, feel her, love her. My Chihiro.
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Spirited Away 2: The Return of Chihiro | ✓
Fanfiction10 years after leaving the Spirit World, Chihiro longs to return to her Haku. 10 years after the first humans in decades arrive and leave, Haku longs for his Chihiro to return. Chihiro Ogino is now 20 years old and still remembers her accidental vis...
