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Ordinary World: Chapter Three
If there was any way he could have explained the overbearing difficulties he faced whenever he looked at her, he might have made a go at it and tried.
As it was, he could barely do more than smile.
She really had not changed all that much, a little less skinny perhaps, more slender. But her face still maintained its nearly cherubic roundness that made her so adorable. Yes, adorable. Other guys his age were chasing long-legged, curvy and relatively questionable women [whether or not they were the same age.]
Of course, he was not like other guys.
Oh no. He just happened to be from another world, or reality rather, where spirits were a common sight and dragons were as surprising as stoplights. He just happened to have made many hard journeys and overcome many difficult trials to get here, in this world, this ordinary world.
For one reason. And she was right in front of him, or beside him rather.
She was the reason.
Not curvy, but feminine, no bedroom eyes but then again, who wanted those staring at you when you were trying to have a level conversation anyway? Again that word popped into his head, adorable. She was, definitely and undeniably so.
"Haku," her voice brought him out from his personal thoughts and he cast a sideway glance in her direction, a slight smile behind his own eyes that always seemed to be there since he had arrived.
"Yes?"
"Look," his eyes fazed from her face to her upturned right palm, smooth and evenly toned in its fair color, the same as every other part of her, her face, her legs, her arms, all even and immaculate. In that palm something sparkling and purple laid peacefully, as though it knew who it was now put up for exhibit to and was calmed by the mere knowledge that it was someone who knew the potency behind it. Where it came from. Who it came from. And who it made certain its wearer never forgot.
"From Zeniba..." his voice was tinged with pride and a fraction of the contentment he got out of seeing her show it to him. Without telling him, he knew she never took it off once she returned here, not for more than maybe an hour.
"From my friends," her correction was subtle but it prodded him in just the right way.
He smiled down at her and was not surprised to find in his own heart what he was certain he'd felt at the very latest, when last they released hands, six years ago. His hand had not immediately gone back to his side when she slipped out of his reach...for a time that he came to find ended up being much longer than he expected. No it let the air breeze comfortably across his own upward palm, as though asking for its reassurance that one day he would be in a breeze that brought him back to her, or vice versa.
Prayers answered finally, here he was.
Did she really feel the same, even now? He wondered. When she was ten she had called him "a good friend" but at this point that was not exactly the lines along which his mind dwelled anymore. Not to say he didn't want to be her friend. No.
He just wanted more.
Haku's thoughts were once more interrupted as he felt something warm come into contact with his side. His gaze traveled down and his eyes twinkled. Chihiro apparently, was more tired than she let on. For there she lay, head casually leaning unconsciously on his shoulder, her body warmth mingling with his in a comfortable and friendly silence. If this is what he had missed all these years, growing up with perhaps with this stubborn, willful, beautiful, and...he repressed a soft laugh...very different girl, well he could only do one thing. His arms discreetly brought her closer, wrapping themselves lightly around her in a companionable sort of hug.
Try and make up for lost time.
That was all he could do.
"I'm never letting you go again," he whispered down to her sleeping form, allowing himself a slight indulgence, letting his tapered fingers softly tuck some stray strands of hair behind her ear. His new promise, not really needing reciprocation, and their affection were amplified by the raw tenderness conveyed in those simple words, all the emotions he felt when he had been forced to wait, and to pray she had not forgotten.
He was here now though and, everything would be okay, right?
Chihiro shifted restlessly in his arms and Haku was disconcerted by the change in her sleeping expression; it had gone from lax and content to somewhat restless...and was that worry on her face as well? He had half a mind to wake her from whatever unpleasant business was going on in her dreams when his senses picked up on something he immediately knew he should have noticed before.
Spirit...?
No.
Magic?
Yes.
His?
No.
Then whose?
Haku's eyes scanned the area rapidly, faster than anyone else in this world could comprehend and he caught a glimpse of piercing blue eyes, or he thought he did. He was not exactly certain because in less than a second, those eyes were gone and he was staring at an empty area of the courtyard outside.
And Chihiro had stopped her restless sleep, her face now relaxed once more. Did the two correlate? Her disturbed dormancy and the presence of something positively magic in this world, were they connected? Haku really did not want to believe it but his apprenticeship with Yubaba taught him at least a few things.
One was expect the unexpected, even if the unexpected is the worst.
A soft and deceptively kind wind swept over and through the area on wings of the receding sunlight as rain clouds moved in on the school grounds rapidly.
Just the weather, nothing monumental, Haku assured himself as he stared down at the sleeping Chihiro. She hadn't even finished her lunch.
A spatter of water dapped Haku on the nose impatiently, as though it were insulted he hadn't recognized its presence sooner and gotten out of the way. He chuckled slightly.
"Chihiro, Chihiro," he called her, softly, lightly shaking her by the shoulders. Her eyes blinked in a drowsy fashion and that drowsy expression was quickly replaced by a bright smile.
God he could look at that smile forever.
"It's raining," he observed and Chihiro nodded, an amused look on her face that seemed to say: I realized that, thank you. Haku seemingly noticed the silliness of his vocalization and had the grace to clear his throat in slight nervousness and quickly usher her into the nearest school building. Thunder crashed outside as the door slammed shut behind the two and then, wonder of all wonders...
The lights went out.
"Chihiro?" Haku's voice asked the blackness. They had just walked in together so she couldn't have stumbled far in the darkness...
And yet there was no answer.
"Chihiro?" his voice betrayed some of his piling anxiety. These were too many strange occurrences at once...Chihiro's disturbed dreams, for dreams were of potent premonition where he came form and could mean anything from apocalypse to...to something else. Then there were those eyes Haku had spied---a little too late part of his mind added somewhat scornfully--- those piercing blue eyes. And now a random blackout, preceded by an uncharacteristically rapid movement of the clouds.
Still no answer. This wasn't fair. He had just found her again. It had been less than a day. And here he was, separated from her again, by unwilling circumstances.
"Chihiro?" he tried once more before gritting his teeth in a combination of anxious unknowing and frustrated confusion, beginning to edge his way further into the blackness of the strangely quiet school corridors, feeling his way along the walls and lockers.
Haku still had his magic but, what if, by some chance, he was caught by one of the ordinary people, how would he explain? And, acknowledging the type of luck they had had so far, he wouldn't put it past Fate's nasty ways to pull something like that on him. No, strictly human behavior, he reminded himself whenever he was tempted with the supernatural speed he truly possessed or something else equally...questionable.
"Chihiro?" he ventured again as he felt his way around some corner.
The blackness, to his dismay, did not answer.
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OKAY. CHAP THREE UP! WOOHOO. Review if you have time okay? Thanks, remember, my ego=major pain in the neck, so I need a few reviews to get me to keep going, or to speed up my updates or what have you. ^_~
Thank you to all those who reviewed already! I really appreciate the reviews, especially you people who review after *gets happy tears in her eyes* after EVERY chapter.
Sheesh I LOVE you guys! ^_^
-Kaji
Ordinary World: Chapter Three
If there was any way he could have explained the overbearing difficulties he faced whenever he looked at her, he might have made a go at it and tried.
As it was, he could barely do more than smile.
She really had not changed all that much, a little less skinny perhaps, more slender. But her face still maintained its nearly cherubic roundness that made her so adorable. Yes, adorable. Other guys his age were chasing long-legged, curvy and relatively questionable women [whether or not they were the same age.]
Of course, he was not like other guys.
Oh no. He just happened to be from another world, or reality rather, where spirits were a common sight and dragons were as surprising as stoplights. He just happened to have made many hard journeys and overcome many difficult trials to get here, in this world, this ordinary world.
For one reason. And she was right in front of him, or beside him rather.
She was the reason.
Not curvy, but feminine, no bedroom eyes but then again, who wanted those staring at you when you were trying to have a level conversation anyway? Again that word popped into his head, adorable. She was, definitely and undeniably so.
"Haku," her voice brought him out from his personal thoughts and he cast a sideway glance in her direction, a slight smile behind his own eyes that always seemed to be there since he had arrived.
"Yes?"
"Look," his eyes fazed from her face to her upturned right palm, smooth and evenly toned in its fair color, the same as every other part of her, her face, her legs, her arms, all even and immaculate. In that palm something sparkling and purple laid peacefully, as though it knew who it was now put up for exhibit to and was calmed by the mere knowledge that it was someone who knew the potency behind it. Where it came from. Who it came from. And who it made certain its wearer never forgot.
"From Zeniba..." his voice was tinged with pride and a fraction of the contentment he got out of seeing her show it to him. Without telling him, he knew she never took it off once she returned here, not for more than maybe an hour.
"From my friends," her correction was subtle but it prodded him in just the right way.
He smiled down at her and was not surprised to find in his own heart what he was certain he'd felt at the very latest, when last they released hands, six years ago. His hand had not immediately gone back to his side when she slipped out of his reach...for a time that he came to find ended up being much longer than he expected. No it let the air breeze comfortably across his own upward palm, as though asking for its reassurance that one day he would be in a breeze that brought him back to her, or vice versa.
Prayers answered finally, here he was.
Did she really feel the same, even now? He wondered. When she was ten she had called him "a good friend" but at this point that was not exactly the lines along which his mind dwelled anymore. Not to say he didn't want to be her friend. No.
He just wanted more.
Haku's thoughts were once more interrupted as he felt something warm come into contact with his side. His gaze traveled down and his eyes twinkled. Chihiro apparently, was more tired than she let on. For there she lay, head casually leaning unconsciously on his shoulder, her body warmth mingling with his in a comfortable and friendly silence. If this is what he had missed all these years, growing up with perhaps with this stubborn, willful, beautiful, and...he repressed a soft laugh...very different girl, well he could only do one thing. His arms discreetly brought her closer, wrapping themselves lightly around her in a companionable sort of hug.
Try and make up for lost time.
That was all he could do.
"I'm never letting you go again," he whispered down to her sleeping form, allowing himself a slight indulgence, letting his tapered fingers softly tuck some stray strands of hair behind her ear. His new promise, not really needing reciprocation, and their affection were amplified by the raw tenderness conveyed in those simple words, all the emotions he felt when he had been forced to wait, and to pray she had not forgotten.
He was here now though and, everything would be okay, right?
Chihiro shifted restlessly in his arms and Haku was disconcerted by the change in her sleeping expression; it had gone from lax and content to somewhat restless...and was that worry on her face as well? He had half a mind to wake her from whatever unpleasant business was going on in her dreams when his senses picked up on something he immediately knew he should have noticed before.
Spirit...?
No.
Magic?
Yes.
His?
No.
Then whose?
Haku's eyes scanned the area rapidly, faster than anyone else in this world could comprehend and he caught a glimpse of piercing blue eyes, or he thought he did. He was not exactly certain because in less than a second, those eyes were gone and he was staring at an empty area of the courtyard outside.
And Chihiro had stopped her restless sleep, her face now relaxed once more. Did the two correlate? Her disturbed dormancy and the presence of something positively magic in this world, were they connected? Haku really did not want to believe it but his apprenticeship with Yubaba taught him at least a few things.
One was expect the unexpected, even if the unexpected is the worst.
A soft and deceptively kind wind swept over and through the area on wings of the receding sunlight as rain clouds moved in on the school grounds rapidly.
Just the weather, nothing monumental, Haku assured himself as he stared down at the sleeping Chihiro. She hadn't even finished her lunch.
A spatter of water dapped Haku on the nose impatiently, as though it were insulted he hadn't recognized its presence sooner and gotten out of the way. He chuckled slightly.
"Chihiro, Chihiro," he called her, softly, lightly shaking her by the shoulders. Her eyes blinked in a drowsy fashion and that drowsy expression was quickly replaced by a bright smile.
God he could look at that smile forever.
"It's raining," he observed and Chihiro nodded, an amused look on her face that seemed to say: I realized that, thank you. Haku seemingly noticed the silliness of his vocalization and had the grace to clear his throat in slight nervousness and quickly usher her into the nearest school building. Thunder crashed outside as the door slammed shut behind the two and then, wonder of all wonders...
The lights went out.
"Chihiro?" Haku's voice asked the blackness. They had just walked in together so she couldn't have stumbled far in the darkness...
And yet there was no answer.
"Chihiro?" his voice betrayed some of his piling anxiety. These were too many strange occurrences at once...Chihiro's disturbed dreams, for dreams were of potent premonition where he came form and could mean anything from apocalypse to...to something else. Then there were those eyes Haku had spied---a little too late part of his mind added somewhat scornfully--- those piercing blue eyes. And now a random blackout, preceded by an uncharacteristically rapid movement of the clouds.
Still no answer. This wasn't fair. He had just found her again. It had been less than a day. And here he was, separated from her again, by unwilling circumstances.
"Chihiro?" he tried once more before gritting his teeth in a combination of anxious unknowing and frustrated confusion, beginning to edge his way further into the blackness of the strangely quiet school corridors, feeling his way along the walls and lockers.
Haku still had his magic but, what if, by some chance, he was caught by one of the ordinary people, how would he explain? And, acknowledging the type of luck they had had so far, he wouldn't put it past Fate's nasty ways to pull something like that on him. No, strictly human behavior, he reminded himself whenever he was tempted with the supernatural speed he truly possessed or something else equally...questionable.
"Chihiro?" he ventured again as he felt his way around some corner.
The blackness, to his dismay, did not answer.
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OKAY. CHAP THREE UP! WOOHOO. Review if you have time okay? Thanks, remember, my ego=major pain in the neck, so I need a few reviews to get me to keep going, or to speed up my updates or what have you. ^_~
Thank you to all those who reviewed already! I really appreciate the reviews, especially you people who review after *gets happy tears in her eyes* after EVERY chapter.
Sheesh I LOVE you guys! ^_^
-Kaji