Chihiro stood, overlooking the valley. The valley had changed by nothing, still reminding her of the mirage of a dream, the air so crisp and clear it seemed to be thin enough to cut with a knife. The blades of green, wising every which way in beauty. A beautiful green. Nothing like that in the ugly city. All smoke and street, not one thing of nature this beautiful. Each tree corrupted by the world of humans. She could feel each time a tree was hurt, the spirit that possessed it die.

Chihiro thought of Kohaku and why, after all this time since her stay in the spirit city, he still hadn't come for her. She waited and waited, praying every night to see his dark eyes or catch a glimpse of his teal and silver tail. But her wish only came true in her dreams, of which, had to end sometime, that's when her mind got to over thinking. What if something happened to him? What if Yubaba hadn't let him leave? What if it was her? What if she was no longer attractive to him? She had grown into her body, slim legs and all that. Her clumping at the sides of her head thinned to strand, her ponytail becoming longer and smaller. Her face had smoothed out, becoming sharp like his. To the other humans she passed, she was irresistible. But what would the river god think?

Her delicate fingers fiddled with the petals of a daisy, her once let down hair wisped quietly in the gentle harmless breeze. Her chocolate eyes watched in void. A skirt in blue, floral patterns printed faintly. A white blouse, the first and last two buttons unbuttoned, sending the collar and the blouse flowing with her skirt and hair. Her creamy skin seemed like the milky-way. She stood, her body seeming like a statue.

Slowly, a hand crept upon her shoulder. It slithered to grasp her other shoulder. An arm coiled around her middle. A soft breath warmed her neck. Slowly, teeth began to nip at her skin. Razor sharp, yet gentle to each bite. She knew who it was, not daring to be scared. There was only one being of who could be so gentle. She let go of the daisy go, not watching it fly in the wind. Hastily, she flipped around. She crushed her lips to his, wrapping her arms and weaving her fingers in his ash brown hair. He responded with the same passion. He molded his body to hers. They're hair flew together, the petals and fluff of the rare flowers fluttered about them. The need of air soon became too great, they slowly parted, their foreheads slowly against each other. Chihiro eyes slipped close, slowly breathing from exhaustion. "You came, Kohaku. You finally came."

A small smile crossed his lips. "I love you, S-Chihiro."

It was Chihiro's turn to laugh. "I love you, too, H-Kohaku."