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Chihiro had grown up in a small town with a small population. There was a few homes and a general store located in the centre of the town. There was a river that ran down the edge of the town that she, her mother and her father had always gone to for lunch every afternoon. She and her mother would always play in the shallows of the river while her father would sleep off his meal. At times she would find her mother gazing down the river smiling. It was such a warm look on her face it was beautiful, she looked at peace with the river.

Chihiro would always ask her mother what was wrong and she would always resopond with that beaufitul look on her face that Chihiro had always admired, and told her daughter that she was simply thanking the spirit for allowing them into it's home.

Chihiro's mother was one who always believed in fairytales, with spirits and magic. Her mother had no doubt that those were true.

Her father, though, was one that didn't beilieve in that 'nonsense' at all in the slightest bit. He would always laugh when her mother would start up with telling Chihiro the stories and tell her that it was enough. What her mother saw in her father she'd never know.

One day while playing in the shallows of the river, Chihiro had gone to take off her little pink sneakers and place them on the shore line when one of them slipped in. She looked back to tell her mother but she was talking to her father and she didn't look too happy. Chihiro took it upon herself to get the sneaker from the river.

Before the sneaker river had gone down stream any farther it was held up by a rock just in waters shallow enough for her to walk in. As she was reaching to grab her sneaker a large gust of wind blew across the river causing her to slip in midst of grabbing her sneaker.

She was drowning. She held her breath as long as she could until she saw him. From her point of view it looked like a wolf, or to her more of a dog. She reached out a hand placing it in the centre of his head and smiling letting out a giggle.

The 'wolf's' long body crawled under her bringing her back to shore where her mother was bursting in tears holding her soaking daughter in her arms.

Chihiro opened her eyes with a smile and laughed reaching out for the water. Her moher held her close and watched as the child laughed wanting to get back into the water.

Her mother found a small piece of tree bark and placed a handful of rice and some vegetables in a small cloth, wrapping it up and placing it on the bark sending it down the river, thanking it spirit for what it did for her.

A few years after the incident Chihiro's mother had gotten sevearly sick. Chihiro was then seven years old. She didn't understand fully but she understood that if her mother got any worse than she would soon pass.

No matter what she did or how many times she prayed for her mother's health or how many times she went into the doctor's office to try test or be giving medicine of all kinds her mother still managed to get worse.

While on her mother's death bed at the time of her passing her father had been out getting more perscription for her mother. Chihiro was left alone with her dying mother. Not knowing what she should do she paniced with tears flowwing down her face.

"Chihiro," Her mother said, "Don't worry about me. I will be fine." She remembers her saying weakly.

She remembers her mother mostly saying how much she loved her and her father but the very last words that she said was when her mother wasn't even looking at Chihiro but rather to the side of her. She remembers seeing the most relaxed face on her mother as she used her last breath to say, "Please protect her." and with that her mother passed.

After her mother's passing Chihiro and her father grew very distant of eachother. Chihiro was more like her mother, she always chased fairytales while her father would rely more on facts. He he didn't see it he didn't believe it.

A few years after her mother's passing the river that so many memories were made in, that she played in. Was covered by apartments. There was no longer a river there. When she had heard of this news she spent days crying.

"Chihiro?" Her father called out to her, " Chihiro, please answer me... I know you're upset about our move, sweetheart, but look at it this way, it's like an adventure!" Her dad said trying to get some noise out of his daughter, "Come on Chihiro, I know you didn't want to leave but, I know it's what your mom would have wanted. She would have been over joyed to move to such a beautiful place!" Her father explained.

"You don't know that." Chihiro said coldly glaring up in the rear view mirror at her father, "Mom loved our town, it was where she grew up."

Her father let out a sigh and looked down silently at the road ahead of him not saying a word for the entire time they had arrived on their street. Chihiro had been crammed in the back with three small boxes of the families belongings. They didn't have much to their name but they didn't need much. After all it was just the two of them. To Chihiro's dad it was always the two of them, but to Chihiro, it was just her. She was utterly and completely alone in a world she no longer wanted to be in.

Chihiro let out a sigh and looked out her window at the dark strorm clouds above her. She felt a hand placed on her shoulder, but when she turned to look nothing was there. Stuff like this had been going on ever since her mother had passed. Chihiro could not explain who it was but she always refered to them as her protector.

"Chihiro? We're here." Her father said opening the door to the car and the two began unpacking.

Haku was a spirit. A river spirit to be exact. The spirit of the river that ran threw Chihiro's town. He worked in a bath house as a henchmen of the witch Yubaba whom had ran the bathhouse. Instead of getting paid gold, he wished to be paid in hours that he could spend with the human he was protecting. Haku would save up the hours that Yubaba would give him so that he could spend days at a time with her. She was all he ever thought about since she had fallen into his river. The day her mother had died she asked him to protect the human girl. He tried his best to spend every moment with her. He longed for the hours that he was paid to spend time with her.

To any other spirit his excitement would seem rather unusual. The human girl could not see him, could not hear him and could barley feel him. But there was something that he did like. He liked when she was alone with no other humans around. Because then. Then he would hear her tell stories. Wonderful stories of the times she had with her mother. And at night she would always share the dreams that she had had the night before. The dreams were what he love the most. They were magical and her imagination was so new so fresh and she could paint images in his head of the worlds that she had dreamed of. There had been many times where he would fall asleep at the foot of her bed as she told the stories. And right before he left her, whether she was asleep or not there was always a 'Goodnight.' That was the part that made his heart flutter and smile at ease. After he would listen to her goodnights he would take out a small cloth wrapped up around some of his favourite berries from the spirit world and leave them on her dresser.

If any other spirits saw the way that Haku had acted around this human they would never believe it. He was always so cold towards them so stern, but it was how he was supposed to act. After all he was their boss in a way.

Haku was in love with a human. To any other spirit this would have been the worst thing that could ever happened, but to him, it was the best thing that could ever happen.

What killed him inside to know was that the she didn't even know he existed.