Dearest readers,
Hey ladies and gents, you may know me, you may not; I used to go by the name "White Dragon 01" with mostly just Spirited Away FanFics, and thus, in tradition, I bring you one today.
This story is only going to be a short one, this prologue and then maybe one or two more chapters, I'm not sure yet, lol. If you guys'll review and give me ideas, that would be grand. Sorry about this being tiny. Alright, without further delay, Going, Going, Gone.
Disclaimer: I do not own the original Spirited Away concept, any of the characters or anything else; this plot is merely my creative look on something that could have happened next.
- KaeJoe
Here I am.
Again.
Just waiting.
"Will we meet again sometime?"
"Sure we will."
Every year, on the anniversary of the day that I left the spirit world, left Kohaku's side, I come down to this tunnel and gaze through it with that familiar sense that it's elongating right before my very eyes; if I remember correctly, this is the tenth anniversary, a better time than any to solve my problems. For the first year after I left, I knew that what happened there was real, I was convinced that he was real, that he would come for me, and every night I laid in bed thinking the same thing, over and over again. "Tonight will be the night, he'll come for me, we'll live happily ever after, yesiree." It may sound funny, but even at ten I knew that I was in love with him, or at least, I thought I was.
As the year passed on and I still asked my mom if Haku had called every day after school even though she had never met him, or anything else, she dropped me into therapy and they helped to convince me that Haku was a dream, a fantasy created by my mind when I got lost and needed some way to cope. It makes sense, doesn't it? Yet, for some reason, every year on this day I make my way back to this tunnel and stand here in front of the creepy statue, and just stare, searching for him; don't laugh, but I only believe he's real one day out of the rest, and that day, is today.
Haku's ghost has left me a very troubled person, and I rarely find the strength to go on anymore, unable to find something to believe in, especially with the death of my parents last year. I'm not sure how I pulled through. I think that this is the main reason I've found myself here today, not because of tradition or anything, but because today, it changes; today, I'll finally be free.