Spirited Away Fanfiction: Chihiro is 20 and at university. Her brush with the Spirit World still influences her life today. She is trying hard to fit in with the "real world", but she is finding this difficult and the cracks are starting to show
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Haunted all night by dreams that he wished he would not have, Haku decided to return to the bathhouse. His home had just seemed so empty; he needed to be around people and to speak to Chihiro. If he could just explain away the kiss as a moment of weakness or confusion, they could be friends again. It had been the look on her face that had hurt, surprise and shock. She had never felt anything that approached the way he felt about her. But at least he now knew how she felt, that had been his objective, but it still pained him. He missed her already, and her apology had given him foolish hopes that he dare not entertain.
On his return, he had found the bathhouse running smoothly but had reports on his desk of the earlier disruption. He was surprised by Chihiro's part in it and was impressed at how she had handled the situation; he would have done no differently. It was late, so he sent Meeka to her room and sat looking out at the moonlit landscape.
"If only we can be friends again." He whispered. "But would that be enough?" he wondered. "It's better than nothing I suppose; at least she will still be close to me."
He walked from his office with a new spring in his step. He would find her and apologise right now; then everything would be back as it was. He came down the corridor and could hear giggling and girlish squealing. Puzzled he quickened his steps; he came to the door and heard Chihiro's soft, lilting voice through it. He reflected on the kiss they had shared. Before she had pulled away, it had been tender and wonderful. Her soft lips and yielding body had stirred in him such a lust, that all he had wanted to do was take her to bed and keep her there for a week.
"Lady save me how I want her." He whispered closing his eyes and trying to clear his mind of such things before he saw her. He sighed and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but more laughter was coming from the room. Knowing it was wrong but unable to control his curiosity he quietly opened the door a crack and peeked through it. Chihiro was lying on her back, Rin was sitting cross-legged opposite her, and Linca was sitting with her back to him.
"Scott!" said Chihiro "Scott was harmless."
"No, he wasn't, he liked you, and you let him kiss you so there must have been something you liked about him." Laughed Linca. Haku's hands tightened on the door. Jealous rage flooded through him. Who had kissed her? He would rip out their throat!" He repressed a growl and listened.
"He was nice, a real gentleman. His freckles were cute, and he was clever, intelligence is sexy." Linca smiled to herself; she knew Haku was at the door, she could feel waves of anger crackling through the air. Chihiro was oblivious, and Rin was too drunk to sense his presence.
"What was his kiss like?" Stirred Linca.
"Lovely, soft and warm, just like him."
"Then what?" hiccupped Rin.
"Then nothing, Zeniba made me punch him for her own bizarre reasons." Haku decided to give Zeniba a lot of jewels next time he saw her.
"What about Haku's kiss?" asked Rin. Haku gripped the door so hard it was splintering into his hand.
