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Disclaimer: I do not own Spirited Away! (I would've made a sequel by now if I did...) I do own Andre and his family, and Tori is my OC.

Chihiro and Andre caught a seperate flight from his parents. The plane was about to take off, and Chihiro was saying good-bye to her parents one more time.

"Send us pictures." her dad told her again.

"I will." she hugged him.

"We'll miss you so much." her mom said as she planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Bye!" she waved, walking off with Andre.

They boarded the plane and tucked in their carry-ons. Chihiro snuggled into the window seat as Andre walked off to the bathroom. She sighed heavily and looked out the window. 'Ten hours on a airplane with Andre. Why couldn't Tori change into a passenger and sit in front of me? I can't bear to face him!'

As for Tori, he was in a cat carrier next to a vicious german sheperd's cage.

Andre came back and sat down next to her quietly, taking out a book and cracking it open. He paid no attention to her, and she was thankful to just stare off into space. As the plane took off, she stared out the window and dreamt of the day she'd find Haku.

'I miss him...' she thought sadly.

"So." Andre's voice rang. Chihiro snapped out of her daze and turned to find him staring at her intently.

"What?" she asked nervously.

"Who's Haku?"

"No one."

She turned her head back to the window, but Andre persisted by turning her chin.

"You told me you'd tell me if I got you to America." he reminded her. "And here we are on a plane to said country. Now," he leaned in closer to her, staring at her with steely eyes. "my patience is wearing thinner and thinner through each day I don't know. I' begging you to tell me now who he is."

Chihiro gulped in fear as a hostess came by and asked them if they wanted a drink. Andre released her and smiled brightly at her.

"I'll take two waters, please."

the hostess handed him two cups of water and he handed one to Chihiro. Chihiro timidly took it, but her hand shook so much that there was only a little left. She drank it and turned back to the window, ignoring him.

"Tell me." Andre growled.

Chihiro actually felt the blood leave her hands, growing paler by the second. She concentrated on the passing clouds, feeling his stoic gaze pierce through her skin. She made the mistake of glancing back as Andre gripped her shoulders and pulled her into his arms. Chihiro struggled against his hold, but it was obvious that Andre was much stronger.

What made her finally stop was the look in his eyes. He looked sad and lonely, mixed with other emotions Chihiro couldn't figure out.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, loosening his grip a little. "I'm just trying to figure you out. For some reason, your art spoke to me in ways I've never seen. You're different from other artists by more than I thought you'd be. You're distant from the world and engross yourself in your work. I just..."

He released her and turned away, the same look in his eyes. "I just want an idea about what you've been through. That this Haku guy is what made you this way. I just want to figure you out, that's all."

He cracked open the book again, his eyes going back to normal. Chihiro stared at him in awe, but also with guilt. She felt loved in those words, and forgot about Haku until he mentioned him. She turned away and glared out the window. She tried to concentrate on Haku's face, but Andre's words shifted back and forth inside her. She finally gave up, leaned against her seat, and fell asleep.

"Here we are!" Andre shouted as they got off the plane. "America!"

'It just occured to me that I can't speak English...' Chihiro realized. 'Crap.'

As Andre led her through the airport, Chihiro suddenly felt more alone and scared than ever. Everywhere she saw people, talking in strange languages and accents, hurrying to their planes. They were nothing like what Chihiro thought Americans should be.

She didn't watch where she was going and crashed into Andre, falling to the ground on her butt.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

Chihiro shot to her feet too quickly and had to cling to Andre for a second. "Yeah..."

Andre glanced at her, skeptical, and walked her to the luggage pick-up, where their luggage was already lined up and ready next to what looked like a butler.

"Chihiro!" Tori mewed.

The butler spoke to Andre in a strange accent, making Chihiro think back to their first meeting. 'I forgot he was rich...'

She kept on being reminded of the guilt for forgetting it as they arrived in his ornate mansion in the limousine. Tori mewed to be let out of the cage, being released inside the giant foyer. At night, Chihiro ate a simple American dish, which Chihiro was told that it was called spaghetti, and settled into a satin covered bed, staring at the moon through the balcony window.

"What's up with you?" Tori asked, floating around in his normal form. "You were silent when eating your normal food while I was stuck with crud from a can."

She didn't answer him. He floated to her side and laid beside her, closing his eyes and drifting in and out of sleep. He heard her mumble something sadly and glanced her direction.

"I forgot what I was getting into when I met you." She turned to face him. "Why couldn't I just go and see Haku? What purpose is there to making me come to America?"

Tori turned away from her. "Because."

"Because what?" Chihiro pulled him back, but he jumped and floated up to the ceiling.

"I can't tell you." he said. "You couldn't even comprehend what's going on."

Chihiro glared at him, turning to the other side with her own angry thoughts. Tori felt her body heat and sighed heavily. 'She really has no idea what's going on back there...'

Me: Well, this took a while. Mainly cuz of school and TWO major projects due in three weeks!

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