Disclaimer: Ok; any character that wasn't in Miyazaki's "Spirited Away" Belongs to me. (i.e Akari, Nikki, Yuki Miramoto, and the school teachers.

Call Me Haku

"Haku?" Chihiro whispered incredulously.

Nikki snorted. "What's up with you? His name's Kohaku- not Haku."

"Haku?" Chihiro whispered again. It couldn't be. He looked just like she remembered him, but he looked different at the same time: His hair was definitely shorter; he was way taller too: Six years ago, he was about half an inch shorter than Chihiro- Now he was about five inches taller than her! But his voice hadn't changed at all. She hadn't heard that voice for a long time, but she would've been able to recognize it anywhere. . .

A lot of her classmates were now beginning to whisper again- about Kohaku. Chihiro could catch bits of conversations coming from around her:

"He looks like he's really serious..."

"He is sooo cu-ute!"

"Do you think he's single?"

Kohaku wasn't listening, though. Miss Terusa was talking to him, and he nodded silently after Miss Terusa said, "There's an empty seat over there next to Chihiro- Chihiro, dear, could you raise your hand so he knows where to sit?"

"It's alright, Miss Terusa; I know Chihiro."

"Unfortunately, we're running a bit late, so we're not going to be able to ask Kohaku questions at the moment;" Miss Terusa told the rest of the class, "but I'm sure that it will be alright to ask questions after lunch."

The group of girls who had said that Kohaku was cute turned around and threw Chihiro dirty looks as he walked past them. "Lucky you!" One of them whispered. Nikki sniggered.

"How does he know you, Chihiro?" Akari asked.

"It's a long story. . ." Chihiro answered shortly. She stared at Kohaku as he settled into his new desk. When he had finished, he turned towards Chihiro, and seeing the stunned look on her face, grinned again, and asked, "What? Surprised to see me?"

"No, well, sort of. . . I thought that I'd never see you again, really." she said shyly.

"Well we did promise to meet again, didn't we?"

"But I thought that you'd forgotten. . ."

Kohaku shook his head. "That wouldn't have happened. To forget a promise I made to the first friend I ever had?" He laughed.

Nikki and Akari were looking from Chihiro to Kohaku, a bemused expression in each face. Akari opened her mouth to ask a question, but Chihiro cut in, "Like I said, long story; I'll tell you at lunch." She smiled.

After three hours of Algebra, Writing, and Chemistry, class was dismissed for lunch break. A lot of the class went down to the cafeteria to buy their lunch, while others went to get the lunch that they had brought from home, which included Akari, Chihiro, Nikki, and Kohaku. They sat together, and had to endure many glances as the class entered back from the cafeteria with their lunch. A lot of the guys in the class introduced themselves to Kohaku, including Yuki Miramoto, the class's best soccer player. When Yuki come over to say hello, Akari choked on her apple juice, blushed fiercely, and fumbled around with her dumpling. As soon as he had left, Nikki began to tease Akari. Trying to change the topic, Akari asked, "So, Chihiro, how did you meet Kohaku?"

Chihiro turned to look at Kohaku. He had stuffed his mouth full of turkey sandwich on purpose, and was deliberately looking up at the ceiling, twirling his thumbs.

"Ok. . ." Chihiro threw Kohaku a dirty look, "When I was moving here, about six years ago, my dad managed to get lost, and we finished off driving close to. . . errm. . ." Chihiro paused. She knew her friends would never believe her if she said "a haunted attraction park that was actually a bathhouse for spirits.", so instead she said, "uhh... Haku's-"

Kohaku gave a false cough in which Chihiro clearly heard, "Kohaku!"

"I mean- Kohaku's aunt's house. . ." Her voice faded away slowly, and she looked down at her peanut butter sandwich. Nikki raised one of her eyebrows. Akari frowned. "Why do you keep on calling him Haku?"

Kohaku sighed in an exasperated sort of way, swallowed the last bit of turkey sandwich he had in his mouth, and said quickly, "We met in an abandoned theme park that was part of a bathhouse for the spirits. I was a witch's apprentice and henchman by then-" He had to stop, because Akari and Nikki had suddenly burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" Kohaku asked.

"I'd rather believe Chihiro's part of the story!" Nikki choked, " witch's apprentice- Really!"

"I can prove it." Kohaku said firmly.

"Is that so?" Nikki straightened up. "Well, then- Make my milk carton float in the air."

Kohaku stared at her. "That's it?"

"For now." Nikki crossed her arms. Akari began to sip her apple juice slowly.

"Okay. . ." Kohaku sighed, and pulled back his sleeves. He put his hand over the carton, and whispered, "Levitate."

The milk carton began to glow, and suddenly lifted slowly off the table. Nikki was staring openmouthed at it; Akari had choked on her apple juice once again. Chihiro stared intently at the milk carton, and smiled. She loved magic. She wished she had the powers to do the things that Kohaku usually did. . .

Kohaku seemed to be controlling the milk carton's movements with his hands- he made it drift around the table slowly, and as low as possible, so that nobody else would see. When he turned the palm of his hand, the milk carton turned; the milk that was still inside poured out- but it didn't touch the table. Instead, it just separated, like tiny little mercury bubbles, and began to zoom around the milk carton.

"That's enough" Kohaku said suddenly. The milk swirled back into the milk carton, and it landed softly on the table in front of Nikki. "Oh wow. . ." Nikki whispered; Akari was speechless.

"Now do you believe me?" Kohaku asked mischievously. Akari and Nikki nodded slowly. "Okay. . . Let me finish my story now." And he told them about Chihiro's adventure six years ago.

Not long after he had finished, and Nikki and Akari were satisfied with the answers they got to their questions, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break. The class filed itself back into the classroom, and they all waited expectantly for Miss Terusa: They wanted to begin asking Kohaku some questions. When Miss Terusa came in, she asked Kohaku to kindly step up to the front of the classroom again, and asked the class, "Well then, does anyone have any questions for Kohaku?"

Several people's hands shot into the air. Kohaku sighed, and waited for Miss Terusa to call on people so that he could answer.

"Where did you go to school before you came here?"

"I was. . .er. . . home schooled." He answered.

'Well, it is kind of true,' Chihiro thought.

"Did you live in another city?"

"No. I've always lived around here."

"Do you play any sports?" Yuki asked.

"Well, I've practiced fencing, swimming, and martial arts, but nothing else, really. I'm really eager to try other sports out."

It went on like that for a while. After about half an hour, Miss Terusa announced that one more question should be enough. Everyone seemed satisfied, though, because nobody else raised his or her hands.

"Anyone?" Miss Terusa urged the class.

Chihiro looked around to see if anyone wanted to ask a question, before she raised her hand timidly.

"Yes?" Miss Terusa beamed.

"Umm, I was wondering. . . Do you have a nickname?"

Kohaku grinned, sighed, and then answered humorously, "Yeah, I actually do, glad you asked!" He paused.

"My friends call me Haku."

A/N: Well, what do you think? Thank you so much to the people who reviewed my fic!!! They made it all worth it! ok; you know the drill: Review, I'll update! Till next chapter!
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