Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Spirited Away. Hayao Miyazaki deserves all the credit for such a great movie.

A Side Note: Only the Prologue is going to be in first person and it will be shorter than the other chapters. This is my First FanFiction so tell me if I mess something up really bad.

::Prologue::

I am Chihiro Ogino.

I could tell you I don't think about the Spirit World but that would be a lie.

I could tell you I don't think about Haku but that would be a lie too.

The fact is I simply couldn't go again after we came back. Why? I'm sure you're curious but I'll start from when we drove away from the Spirit World and we'll get there eventually.

I remember vividly how hard it was to watch out the back window of my family's car as we drove away from the entry of the world I had came to love. I waited for Haku impatiently for months but those months brought a surprise in themselves. My mom's stomach slowly started to grow bulbous and my father acted as proud as ever.

If you hadn't guessed, my mom got pregnant.

Again, I would love to tell you I was your typical pre-teen who did not want to share their parents with a younger sibling, but the reality is that I could not wait. When they told me I'd have a baby brother I literally ran out of the room and shouted out to the world outside our quaint little home, "I'm going to have a baby brother!"

My mom and dad never believed me about the Spirit World so I would pass my stories onto my brother. Maybe when he was old enough we would find the entrance together. That would be awesome. Little kids were good at believing fake things and making them real so something like this would be perfect for us to get close. Even if it was far from fake.

The time came when he was born and it was a glorious event. It was the summer I turned eleven.

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By the time he turned five, he wanted me to show him the entry to the world I told him about. I promised I would, after graduation. I wanted him to wait patiently and get excited about it. I just had to be sure to make him promise not to go there when he knows where the entrance is.

But his need to see the world made me go back to the entry on my own once again. I always expected to feel something firmer than plaster when I touched the entry. "It's only plaster." I had to remind myself every time.

"Haku... Where are you?" I would plead but he never showed up. It was more than a sad time for me but I still had hope that he would fulfill his promise to me.

Then I would go home again.

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Now that I'm eighteen I wonder if he would even recognize me. I had a growth spurt and groomed my brown hair until it was poker straight and tidy. The purple hair tie Zeniba gave me was still in my hair but instead of a ponytail it now was holding up a messy bun. I still have bangs but they are kept swept off to their respective sides. My face has matured and the rest of me followed suit. I took the shape of a young woman.

I want Haku to remember me when he does come to me.

I wonder how he is and when he will spirit me away.