Chihiro walked along the road,
watching the leaves dance in the sunlight. Ikuko her younger sister
skipped ahead of her, once more left in Chihiro's care while her
parents travelled on business. 'Ikuko, mind your step' Chihiro
called, picturing the young child falling and damaging her pretty
face. A familiar wind blew through her hair, and Chihiro stopped,
staring forward she glances around the part of her town she had
avoided. Looking ahead of her she saw the tunnel; Ikuko was skipping
toward it singing one of her school songs. Chihiro felt the wind
breeze along her face and was taken back to her childhood, as a young
child she had lived and learnt a lot. Having to make new friends and
save old ones she had grown up fast. Now 9 years later she stopped
still, 'Ikuko come here' she called. The four year old turned to
face her, stopping a few feet from the tunnel.
Chihiro walked
toward her, picking up pace, she didn't like it here and wanted to
leave. Ikuko mistaking Chihiros intentions as a game screamed with
joy and ran as fast as she could through the tunnel.
'No Ikuko
come back, Ikuko stop' Chihiro cried as she saw the four year old
vanish into the tunnel, wasting no time Chihiro ran after her, the
wind was hard and fast now, she could hear whispered voices as she
ran through, 'Ikuko' she screamed, praying the child wasn't
lost forever. A small light appeared, Chihiro held her breath and ran
toward it, emerging the other side she stared at the empty field.
Ikuko was picking flowers a few feet from her a look of fear on her
small face. Chihiro nodded, letting the child know everything was ok.
Staring around she questioned her sanity for the billionth time in
her short life, had she really lived a huge adventure as a child, or
had it all been a dream? 'Come Ikuko it is time to head home' she
called, smiling as the child ran toward her open arms. Chihiro shook
her head and walked back toward the tunnel Ikuko safely in her arms.
'Chihiro' the wind whispered.
Chihiro froze; shaking it
off she kept walking, out of the tunnel and away from his voice, his
haunting voice. If it was all a dream, how come she still heard him?
Dreamt of him?. Chihiro pictured him every time she saw a river.
Tucking Ikuko up in bed, Chihiro walked around the small Childs room, cleaning away the many toys that littered the place. Watching the small child drift into her dreamland, she picked up crayons and paper, stopping every so often to admire a small picture. Putting everything back in its place, she turned to leave the room, until a draft hit the back of her neck, turning to the window she stared as a small white piece of paper fluttered and landed on the floor. Walking over to close the window Chihiro picked up the small bird like piece of paper and smiled, remembering the pain of a paper cut. Yet this meant more, she knew it did, walking past the bin she kept it firmly in her hand as she looked on her sister one last time. Leaving the door slightly ajar she walked into her own room and placed the scrap of paper on the side, turning on the taps in her bathroom she ran and bath. Releasing her hair, she let it fall down her back, unbuttoning her dress she stepped out of it, and stared at herself in the mirror. No longer the chicken-legged whiny little girl she had once been, Chihiro stood proud. Her figure was everything expected from modern society, she was beautifully curvy with pert breasts, her face was divine, and her hair flowed like a river. Everyone admired Chihiro she had more than her fair share of admirers but no one saw her sadness, the sadness in her eyes for her lost love. 'Haku' she whispered, picturing a small boy, but a mighty warrior, he had saved her life many times and proved to be worthy of her love, however was he just a figment of her imagination? A question she had asked herself many times before. If he existed, in his wonderful form, in his magical way why hadn't he come to find her? What was he like now? She had changed so much; surely he would have as well. Blinking her sad eyes she stepped into the bath and sighed, washing away her fears and worries, she felt at home in the water. Trickling it over her body, she stared into its waves, jumping as a face stared back, when she blinked however it was gone. The light flicked off the water, shaking her head she laughed, she could have sworn she had seen the beautiful face of a blue and white dragon staring at her, but of course she hadn't. After cleaning herself, she rose from the bath, letting the water travel in rivulets down her flesh to the floor, wrapping herself in a towel, she walked to the window and stared out into the darkness, searching the skies for her make believe dragon. Was he make believe? Walking back to her bedroom she pulled on her nightdress and turned to her bedside table. The piece of paper had vanished.
Haku
lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling he waved his hand, removing
the ceiling entirely he stared at the night sky. Pulling the covers
over his body he sighed, today had been a long day. With the demise
of Yubaba the people of his magical home had looked toward him for
guidance, at the time he was a mere 12 year old boy. Straight away he
had made changes, improving work and the economy. The bathhouse was
as famous as ever, doing more business than he could have dreamt. Now
he sat at 21 a vast fortune behind him, his own home and courting a
princess from another realm whose father was interested in the
bathhouse. Haku didn't care, he had no love the place that served
as his prison for most of his life he just wanted to live securely
and be at peace. Kimochi was as elegant and beautiful as any future
queen should be, but he found himself shrugging her affections, there
was only one being in this world that occupied his thoughts. Where
was she now? Was she ok? The last time he had seen her she had been a
scared 11 year old, but she was strong. Very few humans could do what
she did; very few would bother doing what she did. Lifting himself
from his bed, he walked to the window and stared out over the
bathhouse, it was busy as ever, now a 24-hour service. Resting his
eyes on the lake, he smiled, turning into his bedroom he took his
shirt off and stared at his body, he had grown immensely. What would
Chihiro look like now? AS a child she held an innocent beauty, he
could only imagine what beauty she had transformed into now. With a
caring nature and face that could stop evil he tried to picture her
body, no longer skinny and flat, he pictured her curves and felt a
stirring in his groin. Turning to face the mirror he looked at his
trousers as they bulged. The first time this had happened he had been
terrified, but he was no fool after extensive research he realised
this was natural and it always happened when he pictured a grown up
version of Chihiro. Over the years he had learnt how to pleasure
himself using this new tool and discovered he needed a mate for it to
feel better. He didn't just want a mate though, he wanted her,
would she want him? Now he held a muscular body, and over the years
he had acquired more magic than he cared to think about, staring down
at hi erection he knew there was only one thing for it. Clapping his
hands the rest of his clothes fell off him, turning to face the
window he ran as fast as he could and dived head first through the
glass. Soaring down toward the ground, he morphed into his other
form.
Any one who saw a naked man hurling toward the floor would
have seen a majestic dragon rise back up, then soar and dive into the
water.
Haku, lapped the lake a few times, stretching his legs.
Shooting back up the surface, he breathed in the night air and shot
off into its dark realms, he had to find her.
