All right this is my first story here on fanfic.net so...be gentle. cringe The writing isnt so great, im capeable of MUCH better and I hope that will start to show as the story goes on. Im currently trying to battle a case of Writers Block so...yay! and Im also trying to get the hang of uploading all of this! It's pretty hard for a newbie! Anyways...here ya go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Spirited Away or the characters. Except for maybe Kazuo... he's all mine!

"Chihiro, Chihiro!" A familiar voice called to her. Chihiro rolled over and buried her face under her blanket.

"Chihiro wake up!" Her mother shook her shoulders. Chihiro flailed her arms wildly in attempt to ward off whatever evil it was that tried to wake her from her sleep.

"Oh for goodness sake." Her mother muttered. Chihiro smiled sleepily to herself as her mothers footsteps softly trailed out of the room. She settled back into bed and let sleep wash over her once again. She didn't hear the scuffle of tiny feet across her bedroom floor. And she didn't hear the hot heavy breathing in her ear. But she did hear the sudden heavy sound of rock music blaring from her CD player. She jumped wildly and looked around to see her little brother Kazuo laughing his high pitched 5-year-old scream.

"Kazuo you are in so much trouble!" Chihiro screamed bolting out of bed and chasing after her brother who ran and squealed with delight. They ran down the hallway and into their parent's room where he jumped on the unmade bed and hid under the blankets.

"Oh no!" Chihiro growled. She threw back the blanket revealing Kazuo who squealed again.

"Don't start what you can't finish." She grabbed him by the ankles and dragged him off the bed and onto the floor. Chihiro's mother and father sat at the kitchen table listening to the thundering footsteps of their children upstairs, predicting their every move.

"She's got him by the ankles now." Her father predicted.

"Mhm." Her mother nodded knowingly. "Do you think he's hanging yet?" He asked.

"Any minute now, just wait for it." There was a sudden high-pitched scream of mixed terror and laughter.

"I knew it." Her mother nodded standing up and walking into the living room loft. There stood Chihiro, holding her brother by the ankles over the railing. Kazuo cried hysterically but hid a huge grin from his mother. He knew Chihiro would be in trouble if he cried.

"Chihiro put your brother down." Her mother said routinely.

"Alright." Chihiro shrugged letting go of both her brothers' ankles and watched him fall 10 feet below. Kazuo landed on the large fluffy couch without so much as a scratch but he screamed and cried wildly, hoping for a reaction out of his mother. But she just walked back into the kitchen. Chihiro also retreated to her room and slammed the door. Kazuo stopped crying and looked around the room. No one was paying him any attention. He wiped his eyes, slid off the couch and sauntered into his playroom.

"We've got to do something about that girl." Chihiro's mother sighed as she sat back down at the table.

"She's nearly 15 years old and she doesn't have a clue." She told her husband who nodded. It was true; Chihiro had been getting fine marks in school, just fine, and her parents both had to admit she was very clever. But she lacked something that her parents couldn't put their fingers on. Happiness perhaps? If anyone were to confront Chihiro with this she would insist she was happy. What did she not have to be happy about? 10 minutes later Chihiro came strutting down the stairs. Her long straight auburn hair was pulled into a loose braid that fell down her back to her waist. She wore her school uniform and no makeup. Her parents smiled at her as she plopped down in her seat at the kitchen table.

"Mom, why didn't you just wake me up instead of setting that little monster on me?" Chihiro asked crossly.

"I tried Chihiro, but you just swung at me." Her mother explained. Chihiro sighed. Her black eyes traveled to the clock on the microwave and then widened in shock. She screwed up her face and jumped out of her chair. She bolted to the cupboard, grabbed a granola bar and bolted out of the house.

"Bye then." Her father shouted out the kitchen window as Chihiro raced down the driveway and into the street.