"How did you get here?" She asked me as we sat down on the train. "To being a spirit, I mean."
I just stared at her blankly. I had never been able to tell anyone my story, and now that I have the opportunity, I didn't know where to start, especially here with Chihiro. Would she judge me because of what happened in my human life? As the cart shook and moved forward, I took a deep breath and begun.
"It all started in Louisiana 1938, Mardi Gras. Some buddies of mine went in disguises; I went as a ghost. The mask and cloak I have? All of it, from that night. We got really drunk when we got there, and after seeing girls flashing for beads, we completely lost it, including me. I was literally like a whole other person. I was such a horny bastard!
"Well, my friends ditched me, and my drunken sexual self was alone in one of the largest festivals in America. I was walking around near the Mississippi River when I tripped over some rocks and fell in. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't swim, so I drowned. A terrible death, really.
"When I opened my eyes, I was in the mask and in front of glowing figures I couldn't make out. I tried to take off the mask, but it was stuck on my face. My hands were translucent, and my body was the cloak I was in before I died. I tried to ask what was going on, but all that came out were soft moans. The figures in front of me explained that I was now a spirit, a faceless spirit, since they couldn't identify me. And.. that was it."
I looked up at Chihiro. Her face was filled with shock and fear, but also sorrow. I had never seen that before on her.
"What?" I questioned, running my fingers through my hair. "You're judging me, aren't you?"
She shook her head.
"No," she said. "I just... I feel so sorry for you. You've been through so much, and for such a long time, you've been mute and misunderstood."
"Yeah, it was hard," I admitted, giving her a smile, "but you, Chihiro, when you came along, you gave me hope. You saw through me. You didn't see the monster that I was. You didn't see No-Face. You saw.."
"Kao," she finished. "I saw Kao."
For the first time in a long time, I felt a heartbeat inside my chest. Not just a heartbeat: a spark. Chihiro made me feel happy, something I hadn't been since I was an actual human. Right now, I wished I was an actual human. Because if I was, I'd be happy, and I wouldn't be alone. I'd be with the person I love: Chihiro Ogino.
The train came to a stop, and I stood from my sitting as the doors opened.
"Where are we going?" She asked, seeming confused.
I extended a hand out to her, and she took it.
"You'll see," I said, escorting her off the train.

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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...