All right! I promised myself I wouldn't do this. Swore, even. But no matter how many times I watch Spirited Away, even if I just sit and watch it twice or thrice in a row (which I have done!) I never get tired of it. It's true brilliance, and I told myself I'd never write a fic because I'd never live up to it…but, well, it's just too good! And I love Haku so much I can't bear the thought of not finding out what happens with them. So. Here it is, my attempt at this. It might not be very good, and I don't know where it's going, but we're going to give it a shot!

It isn't gunna be angsty. There might be moments, but I don't do angst.

And right now, Chihiro doesn't remember what happened in the Spirit world. Buuut, it's like the movie said. You never really forget things…
Disclaimer: Me? Own Spirited Away? In my dreams! Greatest movie ever made. Ever. Hats off to Miyazaki! (who also did Howl's Moving Castle! Which is one of my favorite books. Man's a genius, I tell you.)

You Never Really Forget

Chapter One

It was raining. The sky was black with clouds, the moon pressing through with just a few glowing beams pushing through the dark cover. It was scary for some, comforting for others, and for one girl, it was simply inspirational as it pounded onto the glass of the small window into her dorm room. She sat with one leg folded under her in a computer chair, biting her lip, face illuminated by the dusty blue glow of the computer screen.

Click, clickclick, clickity, click, click- "Aha!"

With a small cry of triumph, the young lady with brown hair pulled the piece of paper off the printer with a laugh, spinning only to stumble over her chair with a startled squeak, ignoring the crash of her books as she accidentally knocked them to the floor. "Finished." She whispered, dropping into her chair with a grin. It was finally done- the next chapter of her manuscript.

On the other side of the small room, another girl groaned and sat up. "Ugh, Chihiro, you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Chihiro looked up from her printed page with a sheepish grin and a faint blush. "Sorry, Miyu. Guess I got over excited."

Her roommate yawned and stretched. "What are you-" yawn "doing so late anyway? It's way past midnight." She shot a suspicious glance out the window and made a face. "And it's raining."

Chihiro smiled and closed her eyes. "I know…I just, I don't know, work better at night. I feel like so much is happening inside my head. These ideas just, y'know, come."

Miyu laughed and put her hands in her lap. "First class basket case, that's what you are, Chihiro. The brilliant insomniac. Most people sleep through storms like this." She kicked her heels back and cocked her eyebrows. "Especially when they have class tomorrow."

"Don't remind me, please." Chihiro said, an uneasy laugh following. All right, so it was odd. But she couldn't help it. Her best ideas for stories came at night, or when it was raining hard like this. Fantastical stories, with spirits and colors, and-

"So, lemme see it. If you're going to crash land and wake me up, I should at least get to see the rough draft, huh?"

"Uh, right…sure. Here you go." A smile pulled again onto Chihiro's face as she handed the page, along with the ones she'd already printed, off to her friend. She tugged nervously on her pajama's as Miyu flopped backwards to scan them. She was always a little nervous when people read her writing. It was just so…personal. Everything in them felt real to her, and if people didn't like it..., well…

Miyu groaned. "Chihiro," she whined teasingly. "That's so corny. Friendship saved them?" She chuckled and handed the paper back. "But really, it's sweet. The setting, where do you come up with these things?"

Chihiro shrugged with an odd sort of half-grin. "Wish I knew."

"Well, you can't leave it on a cliffhanger like that! Are they going to meet again? You know, the two characters?"

"Well I-" Suddenly, she didn't feel so good. Her stomach didn't feel quite right, like it was doing some funny sort of form of gymnastics.

"No! Don't tell me. I want to read it. But not tonight…class in the morning, remember?" Miyu frowned and leaned forward. "Hey, you okay?"

"I'm not…feeling so good."

"Well, go to bed and get some breakfast first thing. Some food and sleep and you'll be fine."

Chihiro blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Huh?"

"…nevermind, thought you said something else, is all." Funny, Chihiro thought. Has this happened before? No, she was probably just tired, and her story was affecting her head again. She chuckled quietly and laid down on the soft mattress. That was all. Silly manuscript, fiddling with her head. It wasn't as though she was actually in it.

Right?

A/N: There you go. Just a little intro to it all. Chihiro doesn't remember any of what happened, but it's like what a certain Granny said. And what the title says.