Don't Dream
A.N: Well, here it is, the big moment! Sort of. Anyway, I hope no one has used this plot yet! Please review if you read, I'd appreciate it so much. Thanks, and enjoy! By the way, sorry it's short. I wrote it in 15 minutes, didn't even have a chance to read it over yet. So sorry for all the mistakes there is probably going to be.
"I suppose I should change into the proper attire for seeing my master after such a long time," Yukio mused aloud, tapping a finger against his chin. He flashed Chihiro a grin by the confused look he saw there, and then snapped his fingers. The girl gasped, jumping back by the sudden change . Yukio still stood there, but it wasn't the boy who had been there a moment ago. Instead of a ruffled school uniform, he wore a formal Haori. The kimono was a deep navy color, embroidered with reach patters in a silver color. His Haori jacket was the opposite, made of shimmering silver fabric, and embroidered with navy thread. But his clothes were only the start of the change.
His hair was no longer the same raven black it had been, but several shades lighter, verging on gray. It had lengthened past his ears to hand near the middle of his back, pulled back into a loose braid. A few stubborn strands danced in between his gray eyes, framing the tanned face, taking pleasure in Chihiro's shock. He extended his hand towards her, the purple hair band still secured around his wrist, taunting her.
The girl kept her arms firmly by her sides, but an invisible string yanked, and her right arm was thrust into his hand. She twirled involuntarily, feeling those steely eyes scanning her over with a slight tsk. "We obviously need to do something about your outfit," Yukio commented as he released her hand. Chihiro didn't move, locking a glare on him, "Take me home, now, Yukio. I don't like it here."
"Why not? It's a beautiful place, Chihiro. Or does it bring up bad memories?"
"No-"
~ "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming! Wake up, Chihiro, wake up! ~
Yukio smiled as he saw the forgotten memories register on the girl's place. He quietly snapped his fingers once more, before she had a chance to object. Chihiro yelped as her body grew warm, a breeze wrapping around her, stripping her of her clothes and replacing it with new all in a matter of seconds. She glanced at the boy beside her, seeing an approving nod, "Yes, very good. Master will be pleased."
Slowly, shakily, Chihiro looked down at herself. She wore a kimono made of soft silk that caressed her skin whenever she moved. It was mostly red, but printed with a floral design of various colors. She lifted an arm and saw that the sleeves draped down to her ankles, hanging comfortably on her arms. The obi sash was long, a deep forest green that drew out the color of the petals of the kimono, tightened securely around her frame.
Hands shaking uncontrollably now, she touched her hair, feeling at her hair. It was pilled elegantly upon her head, held in place by decorative sticks and flowers. Her fingers traveled down her face, detecting lightly applied make-up. Chihiro turned to Yukio in a state of disbelief, but he didn't allow her to linger in that state as he took her sleeved arm to drag her on.
They traveled quickly along a simple dirt path, with restaurants filled with delicious foods on both sides. The girl peered into the open shops, but saw no workers there, no cooks tending to the meals. Odd, she thought before being tugged up large steps to the foot of a bridge. The bathhouse's entrance was across the bridge, the same shade of red as Chihiro's kimono. She steeled herself as Yukio led her across the bridge, their feet echoing along the wooden planks. On the other side, the girl spotted a frog in a simple robe.
"Y-Yukio, you have returned!" It squawked at the sight of the two, eyes nearly bulging from the green head. He nodded simply, "Yes, inform our Master of my success." The frog bowed hurriedly, before springing away into the building. Chihiro tugged her hand free of Yukio's grip, shooting him a nasty look. She knew they had spoken about her, but she did not like the way he acted as if he had just stolen something inhuman, material processions.
He smiled charmingly at her, offering a half bow while his other arm flourished towards the entrance into the building, "Follow me if you will," he glanced up and smirked, "And you will." The girl sighed begrudgingly taking the offered arm and following the boy in. There was a decorated screen blocking the complete view into the baths, but she could still hear the commotion going on. He led the way across the wooden floor, through the screen and took a sharp right before she could catch a good glimpse.
"I'll give you the tour later, but my Master wishes to see you right away," Yukio explained, steering them into a small elevator. He jerked down on the handle, which immediately shot straight up. Chihiro braced herself against the wooden side, eyeing the other warily, "Yukio, who is your master?"
"You'll find out soon enough," he replied smoothly, giving her a wink. The doors of the elevator opened up into a spacious room. The floor was covered in elaborate orient rugs, so that not a plank of wood appeared. The walls were covered in portraits of strange creatures, ranging in a variety of shapes and colors. On the far wall were a row of simple chairs, and Yukio ordered her to take a seat. Chihiro slowly obeyed, watching the boy disappear into a set of double doors. They were painted bright blue, a shining gold knocker and door handles. The girl sprang from her seat, beginning to pace restlessly, feeling the nervousness grow in her stomach with each step she took.
Her eyes caught sight of a large painting, larger than the rest, on the wall closest to the doors. She slowly moves towards it, studying the picture of the woman. She was very well aged, covered in wrinkles, including a large, protruding nose. Her white hair was put up in a simple bun, even though several strands stuck out in several places. The outfit she wore was a blue dress, dressed up with jewelry hanging from her neck and wrists, rings adoring her fingers. Chihiro's eyes traveled down to the frame, where a small brass plack had the name of the woman inscribed. Before she could read it, Yukio's had fell heavily on her shoulder.
"Come with me, he will see you now," he said gravely, turning her towards the open doors. She could not see inside, only a deep darkness, and then suddenly she could not force her feet to move. Yukio did though, with a simple twist of his finger, her legs began to stiffly push her through the door. She spotted a man seated on what looked like a comfortable throne before Yukio's voice rang through her ears, "Master Boh, I present to you Ogino Chihiro."
The girl froze, the words 'Master Boh' echoing through her head. Then she remembered everything.
A.N: Well, here it is, the big moment! Sort of. Anyway, I hope no one has used this plot yet! Please review if you read, I'd appreciate it so much. Thanks, and enjoy! By the way, sorry it's short. I wrote it in 15 minutes, didn't even have a chance to read it over yet. So sorry for all the mistakes there is probably going to be.
"I suppose I should change into the proper attire for seeing my master after such a long time," Yukio mused aloud, tapping a finger against his chin. He flashed Chihiro a grin by the confused look he saw there, and then snapped his fingers. The girl gasped, jumping back by the sudden change . Yukio still stood there, but it wasn't the boy who had been there a moment ago. Instead of a ruffled school uniform, he wore a formal Haori. The kimono was a deep navy color, embroidered with reach patters in a silver color. His Haori jacket was the opposite, made of shimmering silver fabric, and embroidered with navy thread. But his clothes were only the start of the change.
His hair was no longer the same raven black it had been, but several shades lighter, verging on gray. It had lengthened past his ears to hand near the middle of his back, pulled back into a loose braid. A few stubborn strands danced in between his gray eyes, framing the tanned face, taking pleasure in Chihiro's shock. He extended his hand towards her, the purple hair band still secured around his wrist, taunting her.
The girl kept her arms firmly by her sides, but an invisible string yanked, and her right arm was thrust into his hand. She twirled involuntarily, feeling those steely eyes scanning her over with a slight tsk. "We obviously need to do something about your outfit," Yukio commented as he released her hand. Chihiro didn't move, locking a glare on him, "Take me home, now, Yukio. I don't like it here."
"Why not? It's a beautiful place, Chihiro. Or does it bring up bad memories?"
"No-"
~ "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming! Wake up, Chihiro, wake up! ~
Yukio smiled as he saw the forgotten memories register on the girl's place. He quietly snapped his fingers once more, before she had a chance to object. Chihiro yelped as her body grew warm, a breeze wrapping around her, stripping her of her clothes and replacing it with new all in a matter of seconds. She glanced at the boy beside her, seeing an approving nod, "Yes, very good. Master will be pleased."
Slowly, shakily, Chihiro looked down at herself. She wore a kimono made of soft silk that caressed her skin whenever she moved. It was mostly red, but printed with a floral design of various colors. She lifted an arm and saw that the sleeves draped down to her ankles, hanging comfortably on her arms. The obi sash was long, a deep forest green that drew out the color of the petals of the kimono, tightened securely around her frame.
Hands shaking uncontrollably now, she touched her hair, feeling at her hair. It was pilled elegantly upon her head, held in place by decorative sticks and flowers. Her fingers traveled down her face, detecting lightly applied make-up. Chihiro turned to Yukio in a state of disbelief, but he didn't allow her to linger in that state as he took her sleeved arm to drag her on.
They traveled quickly along a simple dirt path, with restaurants filled with delicious foods on both sides. The girl peered into the open shops, but saw no workers there, no cooks tending to the meals. Odd, she thought before being tugged up large steps to the foot of a bridge. The bathhouse's entrance was across the bridge, the same shade of red as Chihiro's kimono. She steeled herself as Yukio led her across the bridge, their feet echoing along the wooden planks. On the other side, the girl spotted a frog in a simple robe.
"Y-Yukio, you have returned!" It squawked at the sight of the two, eyes nearly bulging from the green head. He nodded simply, "Yes, inform our Master of my success." The frog bowed hurriedly, before springing away into the building. Chihiro tugged her hand free of Yukio's grip, shooting him a nasty look. She knew they had spoken about her, but she did not like the way he acted as if he had just stolen something inhuman, material processions.
He smiled charmingly at her, offering a half bow while his other arm flourished towards the entrance into the building, "Follow me if you will," he glanced up and smirked, "And you will." The girl sighed begrudgingly taking the offered arm and following the boy in. There was a decorated screen blocking the complete view into the baths, but she could still hear the commotion going on. He led the way across the wooden floor, through the screen and took a sharp right before she could catch a good glimpse.
"I'll give you the tour later, but my Master wishes to see you right away," Yukio explained, steering them into a small elevator. He jerked down on the handle, which immediately shot straight up. Chihiro braced herself against the wooden side, eyeing the other warily, "Yukio, who is your master?"
"You'll find out soon enough," he replied smoothly, giving her a wink. The doors of the elevator opened up into a spacious room. The floor was covered in elaborate orient rugs, so that not a plank of wood appeared. The walls were covered in portraits of strange creatures, ranging in a variety of shapes and colors. On the far wall were a row of simple chairs, and Yukio ordered her to take a seat. Chihiro slowly obeyed, watching the boy disappear into a set of double doors. They were painted bright blue, a shining gold knocker and door handles. The girl sprang from her seat, beginning to pace restlessly, feeling the nervousness grow in her stomach with each step she took.
Her eyes caught sight of a large painting, larger than the rest, on the wall closest to the doors. She slowly moves towards it, studying the picture of the woman. She was very well aged, covered in wrinkles, including a large, protruding nose. Her white hair was put up in a simple bun, even though several strands stuck out in several places. The outfit she wore was a blue dress, dressed up with jewelry hanging from her neck and wrists, rings adoring her fingers. Chihiro's eyes traveled down to the frame, where a small brass plack had the name of the woman inscribed. Before she could read it, Yukio's had fell heavily on her shoulder.
"Come with me, he will see you now," he said gravely, turning her towards the open doors. She could not see inside, only a deep darkness, and then suddenly she could not force her feet to move. Yukio did though, with a simple twist of his finger, her legs began to stiffly push her through the door. She spotted a man seated on what looked like a comfortable throne before Yukio's voice rang through her ears, "Master Boh, I present to you Ogino Chihiro."
The girl froze, the words 'Master Boh' echoing through her head. Then she remembered everything.