Haku.
It's Haku.
Tears poured out of Chihiro's soulful eyes. One would have thought that Chihiro's first reaction after meting Haku would to confront him and give him one tight slap. But in reality, she stood on the spot crying, happy to see him at last after 6 years of pinning for him. All her anguish vanished on his appearance.
Chihiro ran to him, totally forgotten that she had came here with immense anger in her heart.
Now all that there was left in her heart was joy. Joyful that she had met up with Haku.
But the joyfulness in her heart disappeared as swift as it came. Her smile froze as she saw a girl emerged from the same bush as Haku.
She looked younger than Haku, perhaps 10 years old. She even wore the same uniform as Chihiro when she was working in the bathhouse years before. She was in every aspect a duplicate of the 10 years old Chihiro, except for one thing; she was beautiful.
She has long shiny black hair tied back in a style like Rin, definitely different from Chihiro's split-end coarse brown hair that was roughly tied back in a ponytail. The features of the mysterious stranger were delicate, just like a porcelain doll, beautiful and fragile at the same time.
As Chihiro scanned the girl up and down thoroughly searching for any flaw in her appearance, at the same time in her heart she is comparing herself to her.
[Her glassy eyes, my dull looking eyes. Her hair, my hair. Her smooth complexion, my skin is just like sandpaper. Her face, my puffy cheek dotted with pimples ....How can I be compared to that mysterious girl that has now captured Haku's heart.] She thought as she looked at them forlornly.
Her heart ached even more when the girl pounced on Haku's back and not only was Haku not angry, he even played along with her, let her ride piggyback on him and gave a hearty laugh at the same time.
[When had Haku even laugh in front of me? The best he could give is just a very polite smile.]
Chihiro could look no more. Her agony came back in greater toll as she cry and run away from them, not wanting to accept the fact that Haku had replaced her with someone else. Unknown to her, the girl that was with Haku saw her diminishing form and raised one of her eyebrow in curiosity. But she quickly shrugged off her curiosity and turned back to Haku. She rarely had the time to be with Haku when there were just both of them.
It's Haku.
Tears poured out of Chihiro's soulful eyes. One would have thought that Chihiro's first reaction after meting Haku would to confront him and give him one tight slap. But in reality, she stood on the spot crying, happy to see him at last after 6 years of pinning for him. All her anguish vanished on his appearance.
Chihiro ran to him, totally forgotten that she had came here with immense anger in her heart.
Now all that there was left in her heart was joy. Joyful that she had met up with Haku.
But the joyfulness in her heart disappeared as swift as it came. Her smile froze as she saw a girl emerged from the same bush as Haku.
She looked younger than Haku, perhaps 10 years old. She even wore the same uniform as Chihiro when she was working in the bathhouse years before. She was in every aspect a duplicate of the 10 years old Chihiro, except for one thing; she was beautiful.
She has long shiny black hair tied back in a style like Rin, definitely different from Chihiro's split-end coarse brown hair that was roughly tied back in a ponytail. The features of the mysterious stranger were delicate, just like a porcelain doll, beautiful and fragile at the same time.
As Chihiro scanned the girl up and down thoroughly searching for any flaw in her appearance, at the same time in her heart she is comparing herself to her.
[Her glassy eyes, my dull looking eyes. Her hair, my hair. Her smooth complexion, my skin is just like sandpaper. Her face, my puffy cheek dotted with pimples ....How can I be compared to that mysterious girl that has now captured Haku's heart.] She thought as she looked at them forlornly.
Her heart ached even more when the girl pounced on Haku's back and not only was Haku not angry, he even played along with her, let her ride piggyback on him and gave a hearty laugh at the same time.
[When had Haku even laugh in front of me? The best he could give is just a very polite smile.]
Chihiro could look no more. Her agony came back in greater toll as she cry and run away from them, not wanting to accept the fact that Haku had replaced her with someone else. Unknown to her, the girl that was with Haku saw her diminishing form and raised one of her eyebrow in curiosity. But she quickly shrugged off her curiosity and turned back to Haku. She rarely had the time to be with Haku when there were just both of them.
