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Chapter 5:

Chihiro didn't want to wake. She just had that dream again. The one where she finds Kohaku outside the train station and falls asleep in his arms. It was after dreams like these when she wished she would sink into a coma and never wake up, but inevitability and reason new where she lived.

She clenched her eyelids tighter as she snuggled into Kohaku's chest…Wait a second. Slowly and carefully Chihiro opened her eyes and with a high pitched yelp she backed off almost as quickly as she latched on.

"I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming," she murmured hugging her legs; her eyes glued on Kohaku.

"This has to be a dream," she said as she pinched her forearm with as much force she could stir up.

"OWE!!" Chihiro rubbed the new bruise on her forearm as Kohaku moaned. Chihiro's eyes widened. She had to get out of here, and fast.

She stood up and grabbed her bag she set aside the night before then dusted the dirt off her baggy pants, and did the only thing she could do in a situation like this: run.

If her digital watch was correct, then she only had five minutes to be in her desk, which meant she had to go dressed like a punk. Of course she didn't mind, but the fact that her shirt read 'requires constant supervision' she had this ominous feeling that her teachers would ( . ).

She kept up with her running for what seemed like forever till she reached the door of her school.

"there goes the Transsexual female again" some skanky prep shot out as she ran down the hall, but Chihiro wasn't listening. She was torn between the obscurity of her constant bouts of insanity and the fact that she was going to be late if she didn't get her ass in her seat in the 20 precious seconds she had left. The thing that scared Chihiro the most was that that was the first time she actually hallucinated a whole entire scene. The only explanation she had for this was that she needed some serious help, but it was only her luck that both her parents had just gone to an engineering convention for the rest of the month. No. She wouldn't seek help whether paternal or psychological. She just couldn't risk the bad karma from her current position in the high school realm.

The bell eventually rang and Chihiro had just made it into her most favorite class of the day: history. An hour and a half of history to be exact…with Shinji. As if her whole life wasn't already a living hell, but nooooooo the devil, in the form of a freakishly over-enthusiastic schoolboy, wasn't finished with her just yet.

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AN:

I am sooooooo sorry I haven't updated for what seemed like forever. Way too much work in high school. Must drop something. Must study. Must be in the top ten percentile IN FREAKIN' MAINLAND CHINA!

Now you all know why I'm in a straightjacket, I suppose. Before I leave you in akward silence I would like to clarify a few things:

- I may have digressed a little throughout the last couple chapters…or maybe a lot, but just so you know, Chihiro is NOT hallucinating in the part she sees Kohaku.

- I'm not sure whether or not I should cut out the chapies concerning Yoshizuka or not…to be honest, now that school has started, I don't think I have the time to develop some highly elaborate and consiquently insane plot. So I'll be needing your input on that.

- I my self am not a punk. I prefer to think of my self as a alternitive 90's new indie grunge master, mixed with the contemporary edge of the classic goths, thank you very much. .

- In case that comment about plano being mainland china bothered anyone I'd like to add that I am asian myself and I give my sincere condolences to those who have to work twice as hard in a good school district just to get the same amount of credit some dumb-ass can get in a sucky one. DX