Heh, sorry there's a new character in here and it's mostly about her. But there is something interesting. :D Haku still doesn't appear in this chapter but it's kinda about his past. It's really confusing though, sorry. You'll see, he's related to the new character.

Disclaimer: I don't own spirited away but I do own the new character :)

Hehee, I hope you enjoy. Please R&R

My vision blurred, and everything went blank.

I opened my eyes. Where am I? I thought. I felt warm. I tried to get up but I couldn't move. I felt frozen to the ground. The ground? Wait, no. I was in a bed. For a second I thought that leaving my home was a dream. Then it hit me. I had seen Haku, flying in the sky. Maybe I was in the spirit world! I shook my head. "No." I thought out loud.

"Ah, so you're finally awake." A soft voice called. I turned my head and saw a girl. She looked about one year younger than me. She had long black hair in a ponytail and she was wearing a long, light blue peace shirt and a short black skirt. I squinted. "Where am I?" I asked. She looked at me and nodded. "I found you under a tree, you were unconscious. You're at my house." She explained. I looked around. Her house was a small, one-room, wooden cabin. I nodded slowly, trying to understand what had happened to me. Yes, I had fallen unconscious after remembering things about my mom. Then I saw Haku… Haku! I need to find a train! I jumped out of the bed and wobbled to the door. I felt dizzy and almost fell down before the girl helped me up. She giggled.

"What's your name?" She asked me.

"Chihiro." I mumbled. She smiled.

"Nice to meet you Chihiro, my name's Rumi." Her smile was surprisingly warm. I nodded. "Nice to meet you too." I said. Her eyes brightened. "Err, do you live alone?" I asked her, looking around. Her smile faded and her eyes went blank. I was taken aback by her reaction. "Um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-

"It's ok. Actually I would like to talk to you about it." She gestured for me to sit down. I sat down and she sat down in front of me.
"My family is all gone. I lived with my parents and my brother. My mom was very strict but my dad was usually nice. My brother and I were very close. My brother and I went to the same school. He's 18, two years older than me. We were so close back then, that sometimes when I had nightmares he would come and sleep next to me, hug me until morning. My parents didn't really support our relationship. We never got into fights and he would always comfort me." She paused. I listened carefully to her; a tear fell from my cheeks as I realized that she was now alone. She got herself together and continued. "My friends at school would think it was kind of weird, I only had two close friends I could actually trust. I didn't really think I needed friends, I had my brother and he was all I needed. When I was 7, he turned 10 and we were still very close. My parents thought they should separate us." I winced at the thought. I was an only child so I didn't know what it felt like. Still, I tried to understand. "I had overheard them having a conversation about us. My mom had said that if we couldn't get more distant in the next year, they would have to separate us. That same day I had told my brother what I had heard. He was very angry at the thought of loosing his little sister. Then over the next year, we got more distant form each other. We stopped telling each other everything; we hardly even talked at all at home. I felt lonelier every day that passed. My brother also seemed depressed most of the time. We also went to different schools so we hardly saw each other. My parents started thinking that it wasn't such a good idea to separate us. I thought my brother hated me now. I was wrong. A few months later my mom died from cancer. My dad left us alone. He left. My brother and I. My brother was so angry, I swear, he could have killed him any minute. I didn't feel anger, I was just sad. Still mourning over my mom. I was an 8-year-old girl and he was day my brother took my hand, and we left the house. He had found a family that could take care of us for a few weeks. My brother got a full time job. I helped out around the house, so they could pay us a little. The family was very nice and said that we could live here for as much time as we wanted. We both said it was fine. We didn't want to take advantage of people. We left after a month. We had worked a lot and had enough money to live on. Then we went to live in this forest. There was an abandoned cabin, which is the one I live in right now. We cleaned it up, bough two matrasses and pillows. We got things that we needed and especially food. One day my brother told me: 'we don't have much money now, Rumi. I'll have to work in some strange places, ok? You have to stay here and take care of our home.' Everyday he would come back with scratches and scars of different kinds. I always asked him about it but he would always answer me: 'As long as we have money, it's fine.' We started getting closer again and his new job got us a lot of money. After a whole year he had so many scars, but he didn't see to care. Then one day… he never came back. I waited two whole days. Then I went to look for him in the morning. I walked the way he went everyday to go to work. I started to smell blood. Then I saw his body. Sprawled across the grass. His face covered in blood, his right hand twisted the wrong way. He was dead." I realized that Rumi had tears all over her pale face. "He had blood all over him. I ran to his side, cried all day and night. He never woke up; he never opened his eyes again. I carried him back home after two days of staying there, crying. He had a note in his pocket. I opened it and read:

Dear little sister,

I love you: always remember this.

Don't ever forget me. I have brought us a lot of money so you won't have to work. Please take care of yourself. I wrote this in case I won't make it back home.

I love you so much, Rumi.
I hope we will meet again.

Rumi, dying is very painful.
Stay alive at all cost, do you understand?

Your brother-

That was the last thing I ever heard from him. Ever. I don't understand the note, though. Why does he want me to stay alive? And how will we meet if he's dead?" She finished. I cried. How could she live with this horrible memory? I don't think I could. Rumi got up and walked to a drawer. She opened one of the draws and took out a piece of paper. She unfolded it and read it over and over. She turned the paper over. It read:

I will always be with you, Rumi, wherever you may be.

Never forget me.

There was a dead flower taped to the back of the paper. It looked like a Forget-me-not. It still had a shade of blue around the petals. She must of taken really good care of it, I thought.

"It's already been 7 years. 7 whole years and I haven't seen him. What did he mean? It's not like he can come back from the dead." Rumi whispered so quietly I could hardly hear her.

"What was his name?" I asked. She looked up from the letter.

"Kohaku." She answered. I stared at her for a few minutes.
"Does he have a full name?" I asked, still staring. She nodded.

"Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi." She answered simply. My eyes widened.

"He's not dead." I whispered. Rumi looked at me.

"What?" She asked loudly. I shook my head.

"He's alive, I saw him 7 years ago. H-he lives in the spirit world. He's alive. I was 10. Rumi, your brother, he's alive!" She looked at me.

"Chihiro, I think you should rest. Kohaku is dead." She wiped the tears off her cheeks.

"Haku is alive." Rumi's eyes widened. "What did you call him?" She said in awe. "Haku," I said. "Why?" "Nobody calls him that but me!" She cried. "Really? I'm sorry. But… Rumi, please believe me. He's alive. Come with me to the spirit world. You can see him there." I explained.

"Fine, I'll come. I'm sure you're lying. Why do you want me to come?" She sighed. I rolled my eyes; she sure was stubborn. "So you'll believe me." I answered simply. She grabbed my bag and threw it at me. "Hurry it up." She said. I winced. "Fine, I'm getting there." I got up and walked to the door. Rumi ran after me and shoved me against the wall. "Hey!" I yelled. She laughed. She sprinted out the door and I ran after her. "Where are we even going?" She asked, slowing down. I caught up with her. "To the nearest train station." I replied. She nodded. "Follow me!" She broke into a run. I sighed and started running after her.

This journey may be better than I thought. I looked up to the sky. You're still looking after her… I hope I made the right choice by brining her with me. I hope you haven't forgotten her.

There we go. I'm surprised I'm already updating :D I tried my best for my friend Jacqui, you better like it! Please R&R like it? Hate it? {hope you didn't} I need ideas for what's gonna happen next. I also need another character. Please PM me if you have an idea. (I don't want everyone to know) I need the name (including last name), gender, how s/he is related to the story, maybe the background (past) anything else? Plz review I'll update asap. :)