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Summary: After Chihiro leaves, Haku's sanity dwindles. But when a VERY strange and dark spirit uses that against him and tries to steal his soul, Chihiro practically falls back into the Spirit World. Once there, she immediately has to face some heartbreaking facts that might just tear the two apart. May Change

Notes: Yes, this is my first Spirited Away fic and I have NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING! If you like, give me props. If you don't, just shut up and leave. At least tell me if Haku is in character. Oh, and this takes place RIGHT after the ending of the movie. Rewritten Chapter One:

The Imperfections We Weave

Chapter 1-Aching Heart and Bloody Knuckles

The dust had caked to my feet. They ached, as did all of my worn body, yet most of all my abused heart. None of this could have possible compared to the restlessness, though. I was restless and torturously doubtful.

Fate had been decidedly cruel to me, and I had to watch her go. I told her not to look back, I demanded her not to. But, oh, how I had hoped she would so that I could run to her and entirely envelope her in and with everything I am. To my dismay, she obeyed me better than any other person.

My feet touched the welcome coolness of the crimson-painted bridge, and I realized how long Id been walking. I also noticed for the first time the creaks and splintering that had begun, and was reminded of myself. Ragged and piteous in some strange way. I stretched out my arm to lightly drag my fingernails across the surface of the wooden railing, and listened to the unusual scraping sound I was so enthralled with.

"Gah..!" I quickly withdrew my hand to examine the shard of wood now wedged under the skin and the blood slowly collecting atop the wound. I made no move to dislodge it, it would eventually come out itself; surprising how the most harmless of things could lash out.

I made my way into the Aburaya, unable to bury the feeling of dread burning in my stomach.

"...Sen...," Someone whisper under there breath, and I felt the world spiral and my vision darken. I was so close to being sick.

Somewhere, a voice calls,

In the depths of my heart.

May I always be dreaming,

Those dreams that move my heart.

I practically floated, in a deep meditative trance, to the top floor and Yubaba's desk.

"Yes..?" Her unattractive voice rasped after she finally looked up from her writing.

"I am no longer yours to own," I spat at her calmly.

"My dear Haku-"

"My name is Kohaku," I corrected her venomously.

"Kohaku...so you have your name," The old witch trailed off, and I jeered at her semi-triumphantly. "It doesn't mean your contract is void, so wipe that look off your face. It simply states that you have the means to defend yourself now.

Yubaba looked down to write again. "Not that it will do you much good," She added as a seeming afterthought. Now it was becoming hard to keep my temper.

"You WILL free me!" I roared, slamming my clenched fists down on her messy desk.

"You WILL not speak to me in that tone," She fumed in mock anger. I, unfortunately, knew her well enough to know she wasn't fuming at all, simply trying to be loud and intimidating.

"You are a heartless, lying, witch! Despicable wench! Contemptible braggart! Loathsome harlot!" I bellowed (A/N: Yes, I did have fun with this paragraph.), scattering her many papers and effects everywhere and still screaming at her, trying to evoke her wrath. If I couldn't have my life back, then maybe she would have mercy and behead me right here and now.

"Shut your mouth, you ungrateful child!" Finally, she had lost her temper. Her hair flew furiously as she glided to my side, much too quick for a person her age and size. The sting of her sharp nails biting into the flesh of my jaw I didn't feel until seconds after the strike because of its abruptness.

"Where the hell do you think you would go? You have no home! You have no one," She hissed spitefully through yellow, gritted teeth. I could already feel the prodding of tears forming behind my eyes, but I forced my untimely emotions down. The day I let that hag see me snivel would not be today.

I slapped her aged hand away out of reflex. The chilling sensation of blood dripping down my face sent shivers up and down my spine. I shot Yubaba a vicious look and stormed out.

As I slammed the door, I heard her cackles following me out and I knew they would haunt me. For I realized she knew she had won, at least this once.

So many tears, of sadness,

Uncountable through and through.

I know on the other side of them,

I'll find you.

How long had it been? Truly years and years since I had actually shed a single tear. Yet here I lay, sobbing into my own arms, a twisted mess.

I reached up to brush away wet bangs that had matted to my face and instead grazed the mildly deep puncture wounds of Yubaba's fingernails. I let myself scream in pain and frustration, I urged myself to. Soon, I was shrieking like a raving lunatic.

I was actually going to let my dearest Chihiro down, abandon her! I punched the walls and clawed at my skull, trying to get the taunting thoughts to stop.

And soon they did, faded away and dimmed within the shadows. The scratches from before were now bleeding, as were my knuckles. There was a hole in the wall and clods of tangled hair strewn all around the room, shining emerald in the pale moonlight.

I would find a way. To do what, I can't say. But I would find a way, or at least tear myself apart in the process.

Every time we fall to the ground,

We look up to the blue sky above.

We wake to its blueness,

As for the first time.

And Yubaba's cocky mirth rang from deep within me, as I stared out the window in a somber reverence, and shook my fragile soul.

Scene

Notes: That's the end of chapter one, review and tell me how I'm doing so far.