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"Chihiro." said Haku, smiling. It was him. She gasped with joy, sorrow, anger and excitement all at once. "Haku!" she cried," Oh, Haku! I can't believe it! Do you know how long I waited for you??? Oh-!!!!!!" She felt the warmth spread down to her heart, and she threw her arms around his neck. Tears began to pour down in cascades from her eyes, as she looked up into his. Their hungry glitter had not yet been removed. For the first time, she knew something was wrong. She had missed it in her excitement. Chihiro drew back, frightened at the radiant glow in his green eyes. "H-Haku???" she said softly. "H-Haku what's wrong?" He reached out towards her, and she instinctively slapped his hand away. Realizing only too late what she had done, she whimpered as he growled and scales began to form on his body. His face contorted, and the nose grew into that of a dragon's. Haku's hands became dagger like claws, and a snarl began in his throat. She screamed, and screwed her eyes shut. Swiveling around, she began to run as fast as she could. Chihiro could hear voices in her head, cackling evilly and engulfing her in darkness. Red eyes in slits peered out from the sides, and she felt as if they could see through her. Jolts of pain slashed through her heart, each time getting worse. Pushing irate people aside, she dashed away, fading into the sunlight.
"Haku, it seems negotiations went well, didn't they?" purred a smooth, enchanting voice. A slim figure was outlined in the shadow of the leaves in the tree. Haku growled in affection and bowed to the shadows. She laughed, sounding like Christmas bells tinkering. A pale slender hand slipped out, and patted Haku's head as they watched the small human girl run down the street.
Chihiro tripped on a rock and fell, sliding on the ground. A fresh, strong bolt of pain hit her arm, and she groaned. She touched her arm lightly, and felt it was wet and meaty. A scrape. Apparently, a bad one. At least she was safe. A wave of drowsiness overcame her, and she lay her head down on the hard ground. Somehow, it didn't feel hard anymore. It felt like a soft pillow and the sunshine was a blanket of warmth for her. She was three again, and her mother was kissing her goodnight as she took a nap. The last thing she saw was her purple nursery blankets pulling over her head. Then it was dark.
No one noticed a thirteen-year-old girl running towards the riverbank. No one saw her fall on the rocks. And no one saw her being engulfed in a purple glow and then disappear into the air…
I'm sorry; I haven't had time to write more. Yes the chappies will get longer if I have time. Reviews reviews!!!!
