Fourteen-year old Chinatsu and her parents Miya and Takeshi Maruyama were in the car on their way to a new house. Her father had been offered an excellent job and they immediately took up the offer to be relocated almost ten hours away into southern Japan. She lay in the back seat with her feet up on some boxes, holding a necklace her best friend Saka gave her as a going away gift.

"It's a pretty small town," her mother mused, looking out the window. "Chinatsu, look! That's where you'll be going to school."

"I don't care," she replied dryly, making no effort to glance out the window.

"Well it looks like a decent little town," her father said, turning up a hill. "I think it will be a nice place to live."

"I liked Hokkaido," Chinatsu replied. Her parents decided it would be hard to convince their daughter otherwise and it was quiet for the next few minutes, until Takeshi turned onto a tree-lined road with cinderblocks lining the curb. They drove for a few minutes before he stopped, looking around.

"Did we take a wrong turn?" her mother asked.

"I don't know..." Takeshi replied. "We can see if this comes out near the house, but if not, we can turn around."

Miya nodded in reply as her husband started slowly down the bumpy road. Chinatsu was now sitting up, staring out the window at the passing trees. A statue of a monkey passed. Her heart began to pound and it echoed in her ears. Her chest ached as if something, or someone, was pulling on it. What is this? She thought to herself, gripping her jeans. Why am I feeling this way?

As they turned a corner, Chinatsu gasped as a large red tunnel came into view. Her heart pounded in her ears and she ached to get out of the car and discover something she'd already discovered. Yes, it felt like she had been here before, but that couldn't be possible. The most southern she had even been in this country was Tokyo. There was no way she could have been here before. Yet something convinced her otherwise. As her dad stopped the car and gaped out the window at the sight before him, Chinatsu opened the door and stepped out.

"Chinatsu!" her mother cried. "Get back in the car we're turning around."

"But…" she started, "could we explore a little bit?" she offered, stepping forward next to another large monkey statue.

"Chinatsu, come on, get back in the car," her mother continued to press.

A gust of wind blew at her back, pushing her forward. "The wind…" she whispered. "It's trying to pull me in." Leaves swirled around her feet then continued on into the tunnel. She could see a small speck of light where the tunnel came out on the other side. She started forward, and her parents were still sitting in the car, calling her name, insisting for her to return to them. She shook her head. She had to find out what this feeling was about. Why was she nervous? Did her heart know something she didn't? As she entered the tunnel she heard a car door slam and her mother's feet sounded behind her.

"Chinatsu what are you doing? I said get back in the car this instant!"

"Please mother?" the girl pleaded. "Let's just see what's on the other side. It won't hurt." There was no force in her voice or any emotion at all for that matter. She wasn't focusing on her parents or her voice. She was focusing on some sort of feeling inside of her, knowing that she had to go in and find out what was there and what was calling to her.

Miya hesitated before sighing and following her daughter. "Come on Takeshi. Just a short look won't hurt."

He obeyed his wife and got out of the car, locked the doors, then jogged after them. It was a long walk through the tunnel, and with each step the wind grew stronger and stronger around her thin form. Her parents didn't seem to notice. Finally they emerged on the other side onto a beautiful field of bright green grass. "Oh my goodness it's so beautiful!" her mother exclaimed, stretching her arms above her head. "Oh Takeshi, Chinatsu, look!" she pointed ahead of them as they continued up the hill and saw many rooftops. As they drew closer, the smell of delicious food greeted them. "Mm… smells delicious!" Takeshi exclaimed, helping his wife up the rocky stairs.

Chinatsu calmed down slightly as they walked the cobblestone street. Restaurants lined the curb and a wide staircase could be seen in front of them. What lay at the top of them, Chinatsu could only guess, but the wind continued to pull her in that direction.

"I wonder what this place is," her mother started curiously, peering into the dark windows of each passing restaurant. "That's funny, they're all closed."

"Strange…"

"Well it's a beautiful place and I'm sure…"

Chinatsu didn't hear what her parents were talking about. Her eyes were fixed on the stairs in front of her. A train's whistle could be heard in the distance. Why does it feel like I've been here before? She cried to herself, stepping on the first step. She pulled herself towards the top, step by step as her parents fell further and further behind. The sun was setting before her and cool winds whistled through the empty buildings. As she grew closer to the top of the stairs, her heart sped up again, the pounding beats echoing in her ears. Her legs shook as she took the last step. Before her was a magnificent bath house, and before that was a beautifully built bridge. Anticipation grew in her chest as she took a step towards the bridge, her parents forgotten. The train's whistle grew closer. She approached the railing on the bridge and looked down, just as the train came out of a tunnel. From what she saw, it carried no passengers.

A presence to her side startled her and she jumped away from the railing with a small squeal. She gasped and covered her mouth, unable to breathe. Before her stood a handsome boy. He was probably a little older then she. Long dark hair reached his shoulder blades and thin, dark emerald eyes pierced her own gaze. There was something familiar in his eyes, but she could pick it out. Did he look like someone from her old school? No... that wasn't it. It was something more important. But what seemed strange though, was that the boy seemed just as surprised as she was. He reached out his hand to touch her cheek and Chinatsu took a step back in surprise. He quickly withdrew his hand. "Is it… really…?" He started, the shock from seeing her still at full force. "Chihiro?" he whispered hoarsely, knitting his eyebrows.

"I… my… my name is Chinatsu," she stammered. "Who… who are you?" she managed to force out.

"But… you look just like her…" he whispered, his surprise slowly diminishing.

"Who? Chihiro?" she wondered, guessing that was who he through she was.

He shook his head, regaining his composure and suddenly became incredibly serious. "That doesn't matter any more," he replied forcefully, and was there anger in his voice? "You have to get out of here! You don't belong here."

"What?" she questioned, suddenly confused.

"You're just like her, and you don't belong here."

"Tell me what you're talking about!" she demanded.

"It doesn't matter! Just go!" he pressed his hand against her shoulder and spun her around to face the way she came, and then added to himself: before I make a mistake and hurt you too.

Well the story has officially started, so I hope you guys like it. Honestly, I don't know where it's going, so if anyone has any suggestions on anything at all, feel free to tell me in your reviews. But this isn't a bad thing I have no clue where it's going. All my stories start out that way. XP