A/N: A story that I came up with one day. After watching Spirited Away, my fingers had been itching to write a story after that major writer's block I had experience a couple of weeks ago. I plan to finish this, because I have thought out the plotline from start to finish. Let's just hope school doesn't interfere too much with it! Story is based loosely (very loosely, like two or three lines from the song, I think) on Bad Boy from Cascada.

No, this is not the Sakura from Cardcaptor Sakura, Tsusbasa Reservoir Chronicles, Naruto, Sakura Wars, or whatever shows have a Sakura in it. Sakura is based on my friend since 2nd grade, Andrea, who is currently in the hospital after getting into a car accident a few days ago.

Title is supposed to read I (Don't) Need You but apparently, you can't use parenthesis in the title. Poopy. P

Disclaimer: I do not own Spirited Away. It is as plain and simple as that. If I did, I certainly wouldn't be writing on I'd be making my stories into television shows. :)

I (Don't) Need You

"Shut up Sakura! I am not stuck in a rut!" Delicate alabaster hands folded themselves neatly on a bright orange, yellow and white cheerleading skirt. A small pout graced the features of the speaker as she stared at the setting sun's rays lavish the grass at the horizon.

Her finger rose to scratch the tip of her nose and she scrunched her face in displeasure as she realized that the itch was coming from the inside of her nose. She quickly allowed herself to fall back into her purple sheets in defeat.

"Well then, my dear Chihiro, why do you refuse to immerse yourself in the oh-so wonderful world of dating?" A shadow loomed over Chihiro's face as emerald eyes met dark chocolate orbs. Sakura raised a flawlessly shaped eyebrow in expectation. When she realized that she wasn't going to get an answer, she quickly backed off and turned around. She scanned the room and tilted her head to the left, lost in thought.

Within half a minute, she marched over to the almond vanity table, and opened the middle left drawer forcefully. All Chihiro could do was eye her cautiously, too tired to force her body off the bed.

Upon realizing that Sakura intended to go rummaging through her things, Chihiro placed a hand on her nightstand and used it as support to sit upright. She smoothed out her skirt and twisted her body so her legs fell right behind her nightstand.

"Sakura? What are you doing? Why are looking through my underwear drawer?" Chihiro yawned out as she tapped her fingers on the wooden table. Each nail was perfectly trimmed and painted a translucent white with an intricately painted jade green design on them. Her favorite colors.

Her already rosy cheeks turned an ever darker shade of red as a lacy black bra decided to set itself upon her head. Her whole face immediately flushed with blood and she could feel herself emitting a large amount of body heat from the embarrassment.

"Aha!" Sakura yelled out in triumph as she pulled out a ratty and worn notebook from the large mountain of unfolded undergarments.

She twirled around and stuck the notebook in front of her and waved it victoriously. She stopped and squealed in delight as Chihiro tried to remove the bra from her russet locks in vain. Unfortunately, the bra hooks proved to a worthy adversary against her awkward fingers.

"Look Chihiro!" She approached her, spun around once, and fell down on the bed, "It's the reason to all of your suffering!"

She violently threw the notebook on the bed, already opened to the desired page. Chihiro eyed it wearily, reading the words she had written not too long ago.

"Will we meet again sometime?" Small hands fidgeted slightly in his larger one. Sen stared up into his jade orbs, a frown of realization spread across her face. The wind toyed with their hair, swishing it around in their face.

"Sure we will." Haku smiled gently at her. But he knew that they never would again. A human in their world was too risky, and the trouble he faced to ensure her safety was exhausting.

"Promise?" She shivered slightly as the wind penetrated through her clothes, nipping gently at her skin. Her voice was filled with such hope, it broke Haku's heart to have to say goodbye or to lie to her.

"Promise." Sen's heart fluttered in her chest.

"Now go. And remember not to look back." His hand gently beckoned her out of their world. Sen stepped confidently onto the lush grass. Her hand slid away slowly from him, and the warmth she experienced was immediately gone. Instead, it was replaced by the nipping coldness of the wind.

Nihiyagami Kohaku Nushi. Haku was going to be alright. He had his name back. He didn't need her anymore...

Chihiro just stared at her in question, "It's a story that I had written for fun. So what?" Sakura just shook her head as her chestnut bangs swept gently against her ivory skin. She pointed an accusing finger at the page.

"But you see Chihiro, you have been working on this story for nearly four years! It's all based around that dream that you had six years ago! Get over it!" Chihiro shrugged nonchalantly at her friend, concealing her annoyance. People had written stories that took even longer than that before. She didn't see the problem. Instead she stood up, placed her leg on the nightstand and stretched out.

"Chihiro! Listen to me! You need to stop chasing after your dream boy... Even if he was real... He's probably long forgotten about you now..." Chihiro felt a twisting feeling her stomach as Sakura's words slipped remorsefully out of her mouth. She ignored it.

"Look Chihiro... I'm not stupid. This Sen girl, the protagonist in your story... She's you, isn't she? I mean... You imagine that that was you in her place, don't you? You're trying to experience love through your story, aren't you?"

Chihiro just wanted to turn around and tell her that she was right. Secretly, she wished that it wasn't all a dream. Why the reason why she was afraid to get involved with anyone was the fact that he might come back like he said he would, and she'd have to experience heartbreak.

But instead, she mentally laughed at herself. After all, it was just a dream she had had when she was ten. She wasn't the main character, and Haku had harbored secret feeling for Sen, not Chihiro.

But most of all, she didn't want to be told that none of it was real, and have to experience that deep, empty feeling in her stomach again like when she had to go to her father's funeral.

That he wasn't real, even though she knew that everyone was right. He wasn't real. So she decided to lie her butt off.

"Sakura, I have no idea what you're talking about... I write because I want to get my words down on paper," She shrugged, frowning, "Writing isn't going to hinder my ability to find myself a boyfriend. I just simply don't need one in my life now, because it's hectic enough. I don't need a boyfriend to further complicate things."

Sakura bit her lower lip, obviously displeased with her friend's answer, "Ok... Then at least answer me this...," Chihiro nodded for her to continue, "Why do you insist on naming the boy in your story after the river that you almost drowned in sixteen years ago? Why do you call out his name out in your sleep every time I spend the night?"

Chihiro scrunched her eyebrows together in thought. She honestly had no idea why she did. She honestly had no idea why the dream was imprinted in her memory, when she usually forgot everything prior to waking up.

And most of all, she honestly had no idea why her heart would skip a beat every time she thought about him.

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A/N: Don't forget to review! Reviews make me happy and more likely to post. Constructive Criticism is the best tool to give a writer, and I would greatly appreciate it. Flames are not appreciated. If you think you've wasted enough time reading my story, don't waste anymore by telling me my story sucks.

Just so you know I was originally going to have Chihiro be an artist, but that idea has been used in a few stories that I have read so...