Prologue: Tainted Red Dragon

You left me with nothing but pain. Not even a single memory could or would take your place... All I know is that you disappeared from my mind as fast as you came but you didn't even leave any trace for me to track.

'A dream is just a wish in disguise,' they told me.

'Then, if I wish really hard, will that beautiful dream surely become reality?' I would ask.

But then everything around me started to slowly disappear and I was left with only myself. I sniffled as I curled into a ball.

'Even if you wish really hard a dream is nothing but a dream,' I reminded myself and surely even I will disappear...

Ch 1 Desperately Search For You.

Disclaimer: I don't own Spirited Away.

A/N I always wanted to do a Fan Fic for this. So here it is. Hope you enjoy it and please review so i have more motivation to continue. So please read and review! Thank you 3

May 14

"I've been very patient with you ever since you were a child but now I am losing it!" my mother yelled as she slammed her fist down on the wooden table.

I stared back at her blankly into her equally brown eyes. Gradually her anger grew, "you can't marry a person that doesn't exist." She stated and she stuck her nose in the air with both disgust and frustration.

"He does exist..." I started to snap back, but… I started to question if that what I was so fervently arguing was really true. Tears stung in the corners of my eyes.

There was a long silence but it was broken by her voice, "you can't even remember his name, let alone his face?! How can he exist?" she said, voice starting to climb the octaves once more.

"I-" I tried to say his name but my throat burned just like the piercing pain in my chest "it's-" I tried again but the words wouldn't leave my lips.

Mother suddenly got up from the table and with a rather satisfied smile (if you could call it that).
"You will be married soon enough Chihiro and it will be to the boy next door." Her voice was poison to my ears and I glared up at her through my eyelashes as she brushed a stray strand of grey hair behind her ear.

"I don't even know him!" I yelled quickly. She glanced at me sharply. "Well get to know him!" she yelled back before trying to compose herself. Failing miserably.

"Women should be married at your age to someone suitable. An invisible child cannot provide for my daughter. You will marry him in five days' time. No complaints. I've already talked it over with his parents," she stated, clearly and to the point. After this concluding statement she turned and left the kitchen table leaving only me and my father.

My father stared at me with sympathetic eyes. He inched his hand over the table and put it over mine. "Why don't you just give him a chance?" He whispered, referring to the boy next door. I jerked my hands back suddenly "it wouldn't change anything," I whispered back grimly.

I walked silently to my room with fresh tears in my eyes. When I got to my room I looked at the graceful, silver dragon painting on the wall near the window.

I clench my fist against the wall painfully, "Why can't I remember!?" I cried. "You weren't a dream. You can't be..."

I glanced up then remembered when I first drew the drawing. It was right after I met you. Back when I knew you.

I stared down at the window, analysing it. I suddenly felt incredibly dizzy.

If I were to fall from this 3rd floor window I would probably get broken bones and a messed up face, but if that did happen would you take up the responsibility and come to me?

Probably not... We made a promise, and yet you still don't show your face to me. Why didn't you come back for me? I thought sadly, before I felt my body sway uneasily a bit. My eyes suddenly fluttering shut.

I heard a knock on my door. "Yeah?" I answered without passing a glance towards that direction. "Come in," I added as I got up from the bed that I didn't remember laying in.

"Are you ready Chihiro?" my mother's voice echoed from behind me. I turned around to face her. She looked tired and older. "F-for what?" I asked cautiously.

At that moment she lowered her head and her face darkened. A huge sinister smile grew on her face through the shadow. "For your wedding my dear," she hissed before she lifted her face to show one that definitely wasn't her own. It was a face of an all too familiar looking granny with a large and warty head and grey hair tied into a bun. My breath caught in my throat.

"The groom is waiting" she snickered before opening my bedroom door. The door suddenly swirled and turned into a swirling mass of black and deep violet. A black hole.

I felt myself being sucked in and for the first time in a long time I remembered something from before. That lady wasn't just a granny. She was the evil twin witch Yubaba of the bath house...