It was growing dark once again around the bathhouse and one by one the lanterns were beginning to light. Gradually the workers stirred from their sleep and stretched their rested arms and legs while grumbling about the work ahead of them. Lights were lit, buckets were filled with hot soapy water and the stoves were lit.

It was a night like any other, spirits turning up to be washed clean and to eat their fill at the luxurious bathhouse. In the distance a dragon, white as the moon and soft as the night, could be seen returning from the mission Yubaba had sent him on. Haku landed on the grand bridge changing back into the shape of the nineteen year old boy.

"Master Haku! Yubaba wants to speak to you!" squeaked a small frog in front of him.

Haku walked past with glazed over eyes ignoring the creature which was once his friend. The frog sighed and shook his head.

"He's been that way for seven years now, used to be a good enough lad," he explained to a near by spirit who had no interest whatsoever in the tale.

Haku proceeded through the bathhouse with a set in frown on his face and ignoring anyone who spoke to him. It was as though he did not think them there. Lin frowned at him as he passed and stepped out of his way. People had learnt to keep out of his way, he had a fiery mood when he turned angry and could have a spiteful tongue when he wished.

Whispers followed him all the way up to the top floor. Mutters of disappointment, murmurs of fear and mumbles of warning. He took no notice of the comments which followed him but continued on the same route he took every day with a stony face.

He reached the large doors which led to Yubaba's office. They looked the same as they ever did, no paint had chipped and no scratch was made. Haku pushed them open with ease and entered her layer. She sat behind a desk piled high with riches, her chiselled nose stuck out in front of her face a ridiculously long way and the monocle in her eye showed her inspecting a rather large and particularly shiny ruby which she grasped in her greedy fingers.

She looked up and sneered at the young man in front of her, carefully laying the ruby back in a velvet case.

"Haku," she said standing up walking over to him at a surprising rate.

Although she once stood tall above the boy he had now overtaken her in his age and stood two heads above the short lady. However she seemed not to notice and still seemed to tower above him with her power.

"Yes?" he said slowly with no expression in his face.

She took a long look at him. He had certainly changed from the twelve year old boy he once was. His face had grown more handsome and his hair had become slightly wispy where he had failed to brush it properly.

"I've had more complaints," she eyeballed him with those huge eyes of hers. Haku remained unfazed.

After a few moments Yubaba continued, unhappy with the lack of response. "A fight? Another fight?" she asked rhetorically. She moved back to her desk where she picked up a sheet of paper and read from it,

"He came at me with that look in his eyes and hit me squarely in the face, I had done nothing wrong. For spirit's sake Yubaba sack him,"

She let the message sink into Haku before continuing.

"So I am left with the same situation I am put in each week. You hit him?"

Haku blinked and slowly nodded.

Yubaba sighed, "If you don't loose this mood your in then you will find yourself without a job. I know a lot of dragon hunters who are desperate to get their hands on you and if you are no longer my employee then I shall have no regrets in telling them."

Still Haku remained unfazed and silent.

"Get out of here before I do something I regret," she spat and turned her back on him.

Haku turned to disappear out of the door.

It was like this every week like clockwork. He would be summoned to her office and warned and then dismissed. Only the warnings were empty, the truth was Yubaba could not afford not to have him around.

As he left he took a small object out of his pocket and left it on the table. Mission complete.

The bathhouse followed him with the whispers and mutters once again as he left. But he did not care. He cared for nothing any more….except for…

The fields of grass stretched out ahead of him, they moved and glistened in the wind as though they had come to life. The night had passed slowly as always and the spirit world was asleep again, except for Haku.

He found his legs and ran across the fields which were all water during the night. And then he stopped, the same place he came to every day. The door to the human world. It looked like an old fairground hut but peeled and chipped with hardly any colour left on the walls. He ran his hands over the calloused wood and breathed in the scent trying to get the faintest smell of what he longed for.

He had given up once she had left. He thought he'd be able to leave Yubaba and the bathhouse and follow her back into the human world but once he realised that the door could not be opened by a spirit he lost all hope of ever seeing her again. He had waited by the door for days, weeks, months after she had left, waiting for her to return but she had not.

He gave up and returned to the bathhouse, knowing no where else to turn to. But it was impossible for him to go back to normal life, not knowing what he could have had. Some days he had been filled with anger at her for not coming back to him, other days he had wept for her loss and some days he would just sit in his room not knowing what else to do. For once you have been brushed with true love you can never find a way back.

As the years went on the anger ebbed away and the weeping ceased, they would only visit him again every once in a while. He was just left as a cold, hard shell with no feelings but those which he kept for her. A broken heart which could never be fixed. A spirit could never die, he would have to live eternity feeling this way.

Gently he touched the door which led to the human world and wished beyond hope that she would return to him. But it was useless. The door vibrated slowly showing the power that kept Haku there in the spirit world and he sighed. He couldn't kid himself anymore. She wasn't coming back.

He collapsed on the long grass and gazed up at the door. The guy he hit earlier deserved it and he wasn't the least bit sorry. He had made a snide comment about Chihiro and Haku just lost control and smacked him one. The workers all knew why Haku was moody all the time and they tried to keep out of his way encase he would get angry with them. He really had been left alone. With no friends, and no Chihiro.

The wind swept past him ruffling his hair. Sometimes he would bash against the door trying to force it open, sometimes he sat and cried in front of it but now he just sat there wishing beyond hope that it would open.

Why did he have to let her go? He could have easily stopped her from leaving him. But his biggest regret was not giving her a goodbye hug.

Just to feel her soft skin again or to stroke her silky hair. But she was gone.

And he was alone.

A/N: Well this is my first "Spirited Away" fanfic! Please read and review and tell me if it is complete rubbish. I'm not sure whether I should write any more or just leave it like this. But I do have an idea about what could happen if it continues.

Please tell me what you think!