Hello guys! I have decided to rewrite this story

I know it has been so long since I last updated the story.

Since due to the Covid-19 situation, I had the time to reread and rewrite this story and making it better for you guys.

Thank you, my fellow beta reader, Minwrites, for making this story better!

Disclaimer: I do not owe any of these characters in Spirited Away!

Now on with the story!

Chapter 1

What's going on? Where am I? This place looks very familiar but at the same time, it does not.

Where exactly is this place; why am I here?

A thick hazy fog conceals me in a tight embrace, so tight that it made me feel suffocated and caused my vision to blur drastically. It is dark, as though I got wrapped with a huge grey blanket. I panicked. For as far as my eyes could see, there is nothing but fog in the area, nothing more.

The thick foggy haze gradually lightened into a mist, allowing light to fill the grassy field and I let out a sigh of relief I didn't know I held in. When it finally cleared to an extend of bringing the vision of surroundings back to me, I could feel a presence. It stood in front of me, no more than 10 feet away.

What lies before my very eyes made my heart skip a beat. A muscular male with beautiful emerald green hair and orbs. His ghostly pale skin seems flawless and he continued to stay still. He did not try to make a move, and neither did I.

Upon closer inspection, I could see tears brewing in his eyes, looking as though they were ready to fall from his sad, soft-looking orbs. That startled me. Why is he looking so miserable, the expression he has seemed like he had lost someone dear to him? I made the effort to look around, jerking my body hastily in the process. A huge blob of red caught my attention and when my orbs landed on the figure, I awed. There stands the majestic big red building, standing tall and proud. It finally dawned on me and I came into my senses; I know where this is and I know why I am here.

"Will we meet again?" I timidly mumbled, my hands raised to my chest as I sigh inwardly, recalling everything that will be happening to me after uttering those words.

"Of course, we will meet each other again, silly." His melodic voice chimed through the still misty venue, his eyes glistering from what I thought were the tears, but there was a possibility that it could be from his determination shining through.

"Promise?"

"Pro..."

"YOUNG LADY, PLEASE WAKE UP!" My art teacher, Miss Akiyo, bellowed at me, her gentle features creased together tightly, turning her wrinkle-free face into a grumpy-looking frown.

"GOMENNASAI!" I yelped back instantly, jolting up from my seat as I bowed down deeply. I expected to hear Miss Akiyo's response of acceptance to my apology but was instead greeted by a loud knock coming from my table. Soon, I felt my head aching and I then found out that I slammed my head against the table, my head feeling slightly sore… This was the worst! My intention of apologising sincerely was overwritten by my klutzy nature! I flushed red with embarrassment when soft giggles were shared within the four walls of the classroom.

To make matters worse, even Miss Akiyo chuckled! Oh, how I wish I could run out of the class and drop into a hole right now...

I sank down to my chair and instinctively covered my flushed face shamefully with my sketch book, my classmates still whispering among themselves. I could hear them muttering about not believing that I actually fell asleep during one of the lessons I favoured the most. Yes, art and mythological are my strongest and not to mention, favourite subjects compared to the other varieties.

20 minutes later

"Ring… Ring… " The school bell shrilled, echoing its ring throughout the corridors and classes. Its signal reminded everyone that it was time for the next lesson.

"Class, listen up! Please hand in your master pieces up in front before you leave, understood? Class dismissed!" Miss Akiyo attempted to yell over the chatty classroom in order for her voice to reach the students clearly.

After collecting all the pieces of work submitted to her, Miss Akiyo hurriedly left; she did not want to delay the other teacher's lessons.

"Ne, Chihiro why did-" before my best friend, Azumi Misa, could finish her sentence, our mythological teacher, Miss Sawako, came in.

"Class, today we will be learning and discussing about the myths of a river, which is said to have been guarded by a river dragon. This river we are learning about is called The Kohaku River."

OH MY GOSHH! THEY ARE TEACHING US ABOUT HAKU! YES! HOW FUN WILL IT BE?

Half an Hour Later

I let a yawn slip out after 15 minutes of the lesson. Who would have thought that I'd already known all the facts and myths Miss Sawako mentioned in class moments ago about the Kohaku River. How I wish I could learn something I didn't know, something new… Ever since I returned home after my encounter with the spiritual world, I desperately surfed the net to obtain more information about him.

Once again, my uncooperative eyelids began to shut slowly as Miss Sawako's voice began to sound very much like a lullaby. I fought hard to keep myself awake, but to no avail.

I guess, it won't hurt if I just rest my eyes for a few min- *yawns*… I mean minutes, right?

I stretched my arms and laid them on the table, my head falling limp on my upper arm, acting as a cushion to shield me from the hard and dirtied table from pencil lead and colour blob residues caused by the art lesson we had just before.

Thank you for reading

Please do look forward to the next chapter!

Arigato Gozaimasu!