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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Chihiro found swimming nude to be quite a freeing experience. She had never really had the courage to do such things during her teens, believing her scrawny body to be ugly. She had preferred that no one see her even in a bikini top; not even Linca had managed to get her to show some flesh. Haku, however, had seen every conceivable part of her by now, so she had had no qualms about stripping off her soiled clothes and diving into the warm mineralised water. She sat on the convenient shelf of rock and let the churning water ease every knot of tension from her muscles. This form of bathing also meant she got a very good look at her future mate.
Haku was very easy on the eye; she would have admitted that even when she was ten. But when he was moving gracefully through his element, without a stitch of clothing on him, he was breathtaking. He had the same physique that a professional human swimmer would have. Lithely muscled but not heavily, also like a swimmer, his body was virtually hairless, apart from in the essential places. Over the last few days, Chihiro had been debating with herself which part of him was the most attractive. Watching him dive to the bottom of the pool she settled on his legs, long and masculine. But his shoulders and chest came a close second. His arms, they were good too and his eyes, oh... she could not forget those... possibly better than his legs and his hair, who would have thought black hair with green highlights could be so beautiful...?
"Face it, Chihiro," she told herself, "he's perfect, absolutely flawless. Now what he sees in you is an absolute mystery. You're positively abhorrent compared to him. No wonder people talk." The object of her musings had not resurfaced. Chihiro was just starting to wonder what he was up to when something tickled her foot. She jumped, imagining all sorts of aquatic horrors that may like to nibble on her toes. The horror in question surfaced beside her, jade eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You are incredibly ticklish," he announced. Chihiro folded her arms and gave him a dirty look.
He sat beside her on the shelf of stone and draped an arm around her shoulders. "Of course, I knew that anyway, but your feet were the only place left that I had not tested yet." She glared at him, determined not to rise to his bait. "Tell me," he drawled. "Do all humans have ticklish knees?" Silence; she turned her head away from him and watched the waterfall that rained down into the spring, maintaining its comfortable temperature. "Or are ticklish backs a more common trait?" She said nothing. "Or are ticklish arms the common denominator?" She turned to him again and gave him a flat look that said she was not amused and he was rather irritating. "You're no fun," he pouted childishly. "I'm practically begging for you to lose your temper with me and you just sit there." Chihiro gave an unladylike snort.
"Why may I ask do you want me to lose my temper with you Haku?" she asked sarcastically.
"So I can have an excuse to do this...!" He turned sharply and grabbed her around the waist. He lifted her off the shelf and pulled her through the water, so she was sat on his lap with a knee either side of his hips. It was a very compromising position to be in, and it must have shown on her face as Haku started laughing.
