Disclaimer: I don't own Spirited Away or the characters that follow. But I always felt this movie needed a sequel, so here it is.

It had been a few years since Chihiro had seen Haku and, though she spent her free time scrutinising the skies for a flash of white, she had almost given up hope. Almost.

Haku had, of course, been trying desperately to free himself from the confines of Yubaba's rage and avarice. And, as it so happened, he had managed to do just that. It had required several games of backgammon and a clever card trick but he had done it.

Once he felt the sweet air of freedom he headed straight for the human world, which is a lot easier than it sounds if you can transform into a dragon.

Chihiro was in the middle of her breakfast muesli when there was a knock at the door. Her father answered still in his dressing gown with a cup of coffee in his hand.

There was a young man at the door.

"Chihiro," said her father walking back into the kitchen, "there's a boy here to see you." The disapproval in his voice was not well disguised at all. Chihiro dropped her spoon and stood up. She panicked. Of course it might not be him, but if it was did she really want him to see her like this? Still in her pyjamas? Teeth and hair unbrushed? Face without makeup? Well, there was nothing for it, she would have to answer the door the way she was. Besides, it probably wasn't him.

When she reached the door she froze. It was Haku, but he was older, taller. He threw his arms around her instantly.

"Chihiro I've missed you so much!" he said, into her hair.

"I didn't think you would come!" she said, into his shoulder.

Then there was a lot of crying and carrying on (mostly from Haku)

During this touching reunion Chihiro's parents were getting more and more confused and nervous. Who was this boy? This boy who certainly looked older than their fifteen year old daughter.

"Chihiro, sweetie, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" said her mother, finally, when she could bare it no longer.

"Oh, sorry, mum, dad, this is Haku," said Chihiro, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen table.

"Nice to see you again," said Haku, bowing in his most gentlemanlike manner, "you are looking well."

"Again?" asked Chihiro's mother, "I'm sorry, have we met before?"

"Oh, well I just feel like I know you," he said, "Chihiro has told me so much about you."

"That's funny because she hasn't told us a thing about you," said her father, scowling over his empty coffee cup.

"Oh sure I have dad," said Chihiro, trying to salvage the situation, "Haku, from my old school before we moved here."

"I don't recall you mentioning…"

"Anyway look, I'm going to show Haku around the house now ok? Oh, and he can stay for dinner right? Great thanks."

She dragged him away and out the backdoor leaving a pair of startled faces behind her.

"Sorry about that," she said, letting go of his hand and walking away from him.

"You didn't tell them about me?" he said to her back.

"Well, what was I supposed to say, that they were turned into pigs and I got a job in a spirit bathhouse and made friends with a dragon? For starters there is no way they would have believed me."

He didn't say anything instead he knelt to inspect the flower beds.

"I'm sorry, Haku, I didn't mean to upset you," she said, kneeling beside him, "I should have at least told them about you."

"It's not that Chihiro, it's just that, well I haven't stopped thinking about you at all since you left and I thought it would be the same for you."

"It has been the same for me, I mean, I thought about you all the time. I just, I didn't tell anyone because, well, they would think I was crazy."

"So, you didn't forget me?"

"Of course I didn't forget you," she said, nudging him with her shoulder, "I could never forget you. So, do you want to see the rest of the house?"

"Sure," he said, taking her hand, "lead the way."

When they went back into the kitchen her parents were sitting at the table whispering frantically to each other.

Chihiro and Haku walked past without noticing their worried glances. They ascended the stairs and entered a room with a C on the door.

"This is my room," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Haku remained in the door frame.

"It's nice," he said, suddenly awkward.

"So, umm, what do you want to do?" asked Chihiro.

"I don't know, it's been so long since I was in the human world, what do you normally do on a Sunday?"

"Well, actually I am supposed to be playing volleyball today, but I understand if you don't want to…"

"Sounds great."

"Ok, well, I just need to get changed and then Dad will drop us off at the oval."

"Ok, I'll, umm, I'll meet you in the kitchen then," he said, shutting the door and heading back downstairs.

Chihiro changed quicker than she ever had in her entire life, terrified of the conversation Haku was currently having with her parents.

When she arrived in the kitchen they were interrogating him with more panache than a pair of private investigators.

"So how did you meet our daughter again?"

"At school."

"But you're not in the same grade?"

"We were both on the volleyball team."

He's good at thinking on his feet, thought Chihiro, jumping down the stairs five at a time.

"And where do you live?"

"I umm…"

"Mum, Dad, kindly stop cross examining my friend, we have a game to get to."

"We weren't cross-examining him honey, we were just being friendly," said her mother.

"Well, we have to get going now, right Dad?" said Chihiro.

"Ok guys, get in the car then," said her father.

So with Haku stuck in the back and Chihiro trying to make conversation in the front they left for volleyball.

Chihiro's father dropped them off with a promise to be back in exactly one hour.

When Chihiro started playing Haku was fairly sure he had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.