Spirited Away Fanfiction: Chihiro is 20 and at university. Her brush with the Spirit World still influences her life today. She is trying hard to fit in with the "real world", but she is finding this difficult and the cracks are starting to show
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She secured her hair sticks in the waistband of her pyjamas. She put on her slippers, sighed and stood on her bed. She jumped at the wall.
"Glue," she said her hands stuck fast to the white tiles. She hung for a moment trembling.
"Now what?" She thought, "ifI say unglue I'll just fall." Then she had an idea.
"Left unglue." To her surprise it worked, she stuck her left had a little higher up and then stuck the right hand above that, in this way scaled the wall. It put tremendous strain on her wrists and shoulders to hang like that, she felt muscles tear and ligaments strain to breaking point. Somehow she kept going. She staggered into the air vent and collapsed gasping.
"Must hurry!" She thought and struggled to her hands and knees. Haku's directions through the pendant had been precise; three lefts two rights and through the grill. She was trembling with the medication wearing off and terrified of being heard. She crawled through the endless steel tunnels getting very dirty and trying to ignore the burning in her throat from the dry recycled air. Goodness knows how many germs she was breathing in!
She finally found the grill, it was loose and it clattered to the floor of what looked like a sort of laundry/locker room. She scrambled back and sat motionless for some moments. When it became clear no one had heard the noise; she hopped out of the vent and fell into a laundry trolley. It was full of nurse's uniforms.
"Damn you're good Haku," She whispered. The vents had certainly been alarmed but he had apparently sorted that out too, he was a miracle worker! She frantically got changed.
But someone had heard the clatter. A male orderly walked in on her. Chihiro froze. The man frowned at her discarded pyjama top and then stared at the slightly grubby nurse's tunic she had half buttoned up. He grabbed her, she struggled but her body was hurting from her climb and not very responsive. It was the same man who had punched her when they brought her in, and he was so strong. He wrenched her left arm behind her in a painful lock; pulling her hand up so she was forced onto her toes. She could not move.
"Now Miss Ogino, I'm going to take you back to bed. I knew all this good behaviour was too good to be true." He began to drag her to the door; she tottered on her toes and cried out as he twisted her arm harder to make her follow more quickly. He pressed an automatic syringe to her arm with his free hand.
"What can I do?" She thought. "I'm not going back, I've come too far!." Then she remembered the Ladies words.
"They are to lash out with when you most need them," muttering silent thanks she extracted a blade from her waistband. She stabbed at the orderly over her shoulder, twisting the blade as it bit into flesh. Rin would have been so proud of her. The orderly gave a cry and fell back freeing her. The syringe snapped in her arm and started to ooze blood. Chihiro turned brandishing her blade. The man was slumped by the dryers, shaking; blood was pouring from his shoulder, soaking his uniform. Chihiro knew the blade had nicked a large vein.
