I can't stop writing, so I hope this is ok! Thanks y'all!

Chihiro's POV

I woke up to the sound of heavy, steady breathing and a tight cage of warm flesh surrounding me. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust, and then I noticed Haku sleeping soundly next to me with his arms thrown around me in a tight embrace.

I gazed at his face which was longer and more angular than before. Lines creased his cheeks, evidence that he was no longer a boy but a man. Even laying down, slightly curled, I noticed he was really tall. His dark black hair, that sometimes shimmered blue to green in the light, was shoulder length. It was cut well than before, his bangs swept back instead of the boyish cut that he had worn last time she had seen him.

He was bare chested with a light amount of black curls residing on his chest. He had washboard abs that were hard from working out. His hands were large and strong. He had muscle everywhere and looked very capable. He was a man.

What's going on? Where am I? I couldn't remember what happened so I sat there in the silence waiting for my memory to come back. I looked out the window and noticed the dark night enclosing the bath house… How did I get here?

I was confused, and then I finally remembered. I yanked out of Haku's grip and flung myself into the bathroom I found nearby.

I started to cry and cry, not wanting to believe what had happened to me. I pulled my silk kimono down, where did that outfit come from, and looked at myself. Bruises were smattered across my body with no apparent pattern and small cuts from what appeared to be fingernails and maybe loose rocks from the river bed were engraved into my skin and healing slowly.

I was cleaned up for the most part and groggily remembered Haku cleaning me. Cleaning me! I was naked in his bath! But I recalled that I had been naked in the river, so when he retrieved me I didn't have any clothes on. It wasn't his fault.

I heard scuffling on the other side of the door and determined that Haku was awake. I heard him call my name, gosh that sounded nice, and hastily I yanked the cloth up to cover myself. "Chihiro, let me in. It's just me, Haku. Remember me?" His voice was really deep, but also silky like velvet. I was thinking how could I forget? when the door opened up and Haku was standing before me.

Haku's POV

I rolled over in my sleep, becoming aware of my surroundings. I felt over to the other side of the bed to where the comforting warmth of where her body had been laying, but found it empty.

I opened my eyes with a start searching the room for the petite women. I noticed light coming out from under the closed door of my bathroom and decided that was where Chihiro was. I slowly climbed out of bed, working the creaks out of my joints from a long night's rest. I hadn't slept so well in a long time, since she was with me.

I cautiously walked over to the lavatory, hearing her sobs emitting from the room. I called her name but no response was given so I tried the door knob. It was locked, but with a flick of my wrist I broke it with both force and magic.

I beheld a sight I had never wished to see: Chihiro crying her eyes out, her clothing scarcely hiding the wounds of her rape, and her body curling in on itself from grief.

I saddled up to her and covered her shapely figure with my broad one, hoping to make her feel more secure. Instead she pushed away with a frantic look in her eyes. She seemed disoriented and scared.

I tried reassuring her that I was here to protect her but she just kept crying. I never did do well with emotional women. I didn't know what to do, so I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She quieted down and stared up at me. She had large doe eyes that pleaded for help. So I started to caress her face, planting soft kisses in her hair. Nothing like what those monstrous men did to her, just reassuring touches.

I lay down next to her and cradled her. She seemed to like this as she curled into a ball against my chest. She fit perfectly into my side, like she was always meant to be there. I stroked her back and finally she drifted off into a deep sleep, her hands pressed against my chest and curling slight into my chest hair.

I placed me head on top of hers and found solace that she was finally in my arms and safe.