:Dream 2:

River. Rushing current. Falling deeper into the bone-chilling cold. Lungs filling with water, and choking to claw to the surface. Just before her lungs could hold out no longer, Chihiro woke.

"What is wrong with me?" she gasped, clutching her chest.

She started when drops of salty water began to hit her hands. She'd been crying. Not good. Desperately, Chihiro struggled to remember what had made her cry, but the images slipped away from her like the very tears that poured from her eyes.

She glanced at the clock. 6am. Sighing, she got up and stretched. Not much point in sleeping when she had to get to school in another hour and ah half.

Chihiro dressed numbly, fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. She laughed in spite of herself and wiped away the remaining tears before opening her bedroom door.

Breakfast left a sour taste in Chihiro's mouth. She retreated to her room again, opening up her diary. By chance, it opened to her last entry.

"I have nothing to do but remember."

"Remember what?" she sighed, flipping to the next page.

I'm missing something here. My diary from six years ago is filled with stories too strange to believe. I think I might have had a little too much imagination when I was little.

But something in them seems to make sense. I know just yesterday I knew something profound, something incredible. But with sleep, it has slipped away.

I remember a boy. I met him in the amusement park when I first moved here. His name was Haku—no, it was Kohaku. Like that old river. I don't remember seeing his parents there. Mine just ate like pigs and had to pay 10000 yen for it.

I wanted to talk to him some more, but my parents made me leave. He promised to meet up with me soon. But six years have passed so far, and I think he's forgotten about me by now.

That's not it, though. I know something else happened. If only I could remember…

Chihiro laughed again and closed her diary. She was being silly, and she knew it. She was probably only trying to remember some dream, anyway.

A glance at the clock told her that it was time to go. Chihiro grabbed her school bag and sprinted downstairs.

:Dream 3:

I'm coming, Chihiro. Please don't forget me.

"Chihiro?"

Chihiro jumped, knocking her textbook off of her desk. She blushed furiously, realizing that classes had changed already. The girl next to her pointed to her history book, and Chihiro dug in her bag for her own.

"I hope we didn't interrupt your little daydream," snapped the teacher.

"N-no, of course not," she mumbled. "I'm very sorry, Sensei."

"We're on page 232."

Chihiro flipped open her book and sank down in her seat, trying not to let everyone see her. As it was, students in her class whispered amongst themselves, giggling at their spiteful jokes. The teacher quieted them down and went on with the lesson, much to Chihiro's relief.

Chihiro found herself looking out the window, taking in the impossibly blue sky. Suddenly, a flash of silvery white glittered in the distance, fluttering upwards like a leaf in the wind. Chihiro struggled to make out its shape, but the flash was gone before she could see it properly.

"Chihiro!"

"Sorry!" Chihiro snapped back to the lesson, causing another outburst of whispers and giggles from the class.

Silvery white… she thought, chewing absent-mindedly on the end of her pencil. Where have I seen that before?

A/N: go figure. i updated on the same day. ;; anyway, i just thought id get that out of the way before i switch gears with the POV on this fic. the next however-many-chapters will consist of diary entries from chihiro. it was getting too weird to write about her at skool, and i think this will help get the story moving along.

chihiro is losing her memory. at the beginning of the first chappie, she knew most of what had happened to her. by now, she's only remembering meeting haku at an amusement park. sorry for the sudden forgetting thing. ill smooth everything out later. ;; anyway, enjoy, mes amis.

-raven