Book 2- Sequel to Courage of the Spirit. A Spirited Away Fanfiction.
A few more days in Chihiro's new life. Will her fledgeling relationship with Haku blossom? Or fall foul of the differences between immortal and mortal? An Epilogue to Courage of th...
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"Sorry!" panted Chihiro, when Zeniba opened the door. Zeniba examined the girl, her hazel hair was coming loose from its bindings, her delicate heart-shaped face was flushed and not from running down the corridor Zeniba was sure.
"Have trouble getting away?" she asked. The old witch could not help a broad grin from spreading across her huge face.
"A little," Chihiro flushed more deeply. "I am very sorry," she mumbled.
Zeniba chuckled, "Oh, I was expecting you to be late. I did not imagine an evening with an old lady like me really compares to spending time with your handsome Dragon. In fact, I'm surprised you managed to tear yourself away at all."
"Granny!" Chihiro protested, mortified.
"Allow me to tease you just a little bit my dear," said the witch, while showing her into her living room, where No-Face was already tucking into some biscuits. Zeniba sat at a small bamboo table and motioned Chihiro to a seat opposite her. Chihiro sat and No-Face poured her some tea and placed what looked like half a cake in front of her.
"You see, my dear," said Zeniba, sipping her tea. "You and Haku were so stubborn about the whole falling in love business that you should expect a small amount of teasing. Many of us tried to tell you to open your eyes, but you would not believe us. Now, look at you both! You are practically living together! I hate to say this but... we told you so." The old Witch cackled to herself; Chihiro ate a lump of cake to still a sarcastic comment. She had too much respect for Zeniba to rebuke the Witch.
"So my Dear, what happened to Rin?" Chihiro frowned; she had almost forgotten about Rin, Haku had that effect on her. She had tried her hardest not to neglect her sisters and other friends but it was difficult. Chihiro shrugged.
"I'm not too sure, she just went for him, she became unreasonably angry about something and it turned into a murder attempt."
"It would not have anything to do with a bite on your shoulder would it?" Chihiro squirmed under the witches huge eyes.
"Maybe," she mumbled. Then she sighed. "Just how many people know about all this?"
"Everybody by now, Linca did as much damage control as possible but... you know what this place is like." Chihiro groaned and held her face in her hands.
"I'm never going downstairs again," she mumbled through her fingers, "I thought all this gossip would blow over. But it hasn't if anything it's got worse. I'm sick of being whispered about as I pass people in corridors... I... I want to... "
"Go home?" supplied Zeniba; Chihiro's hands fell from her face. She looked at the witch in horror.
"NO! I was going to say I want a break, you know, get away from the tittle-tattle for a few days." But that was not all of it. Zeniba raised an eyebrow and waited. Chihiro dropped her eyes and stared at the table. "I also want my Mum," she whispered. Zeniba smiled sadly, that was what she had suspected.
