Shitza: Wow, already chapter three. And I better correct my writing soon because this is starting to become a biography of some sort… Still, I hope you enjoy, more dreadful things to come after this. I am very evil in this fic, or I am just reliving memories… like I said last chapter, it is not such a wonderful time finding out someone close has cancer, whatever cancer form it takes. I can say we were lucky, but you will find out what happens here… Enjoy!

Shitza

Chapter 3 Afraid

The weeks went and the now fully distressed Chihiro sat on her bed, reading a book without interest. Her father had gone to work and for once Chihiro had a free day from school since they were rebuilding. One of the corridor walls had crumpled and through the dangers that more of this would happen the staff had decided upon a temporarily evacuation until it was safe for all students to return. Chihiro didn't mind, she was happy to be home. Even though it made little differences now that her mother was home as well, right in the middle of her cytotoxic treatment. These days her mother barely did anything except for sleeping and eating. Sometimes they had to drive her back to the hospital for treatment.

Chihiro closed the book hearing her mother calling her name from the room beside. She rose from the bed, feeling slightly sad but sill keeping the smile up she walked over to her mother, who lay in a bed resting.

Chihiro was afraid… in a few weeks time her mother would go through an operation to remove the tumour before something more happened. The doctors had said that so far it was a well-diagnosed one and that the worst thing that could happen was that her mother would loose her ability to see on the left eye. Chihiro had felt such a relief upon this. At least her mother wouldn't have to die.

But still so she saw the operation day with fear, for no one knew what could happen. Entering her mother's bedroom, her mother had lost almost all her hair from the cytotoxic drug; she quietly asked if there was anything she needed.

Kohaku cursed loudly enough for the mighty gods to hear. Once more his message had been torn into splinters and so had his heart. There was something Chihiro needed to know and while the winds blew as they did they never reached her. He wasn't a wind spirit, so he had no control over it. He could do no more then curse and pray it would work next time.

Standing under the tree with a squirrel watching him from the branches he picked up five dried leaves from the round and breathed on them. The leaves changed into his message and flew off. He hoped this would work… he really hoped one of them would reach her. She had to know, he could help her. And he knew she needed his help.

As the messages flew off he sunk back on his knees. Tears leaked down his cheek, dripping onto the green grass. Flowers bloomed around him as he cried, teasing him since they all reminded him of her beauty. In the six years that had passed she had grown so beautiful, she was his goddess and his star upon an empty sky. Sighing he had to admit how pathetic he must sound. But there was nothing he could do at the moment except for closing his eyes and dream of her. This was the only way he could reach her, by her dreams. To his agony she never remembered these dreams clearly and even through the instructions he had given her, the same one that tried to reach her every day, she forgot those as well. All he could do now was to enjoy these brief moments with her in love…

Heart to heart…

Soul to soul…

Love to love…

Never let go…

But the peace in the poor girl's heart would soon be more disrupted then ever. The day of the operation neared and Chihiro was getting more and more restless for each day. Her mother's operation would take place sometime in the morning. She was happy she didn't know the exact time or she would probably have freaked out by now.

Chihiro sat by the dining table eating a silent breakfast… but she couldn't almost swallow of worry. She tried to tell herself that everything would be all right, but there was a little voice inside of her said that told her nothing could ever be the same as it had been. She had no idea what that meant.

One small bird flew over a small village… but never went far. For a hungry hawk spotted it, mistaking it for something else. It flew down and ripped it apart.

TBC

vampirehunterD-lover: Oh, sorry for that, my mind is usually a lot quicker then my fingers and most times I update is around midnight. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and that you liked this chapter. I don't think there would be as many missing word this time, it is almost noon now so at least I know I am awake.

End Notes: Okay, I am jumping in time in this… but just to spare all the big slow parts… Also, don't flame me for not writing any romantic dream but I had no idea what I would write this time… sorry. Hope you enjoyed and review some pointers for me, okay?

Shitza