SUMMARY: Chihiro has been waiting for three long years for Haku. And she gets tired of waiting. This is a one-shot, unless you want a sequel, but that will be only by request of reviewers only. The end will explain why this could be only a one shot. M Rated for the end.
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Haku, you said we would meet again. Look at me now. Chihiro thought in the middle of the night to herself.
She cracked open her mother's razor and slid the blade over her freshly healed scars. She inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly.
You probably don't even care that I do this.
She did it again and stuck her wrists under the pool of water in the sink.
She sighed with relief as the water washed away her blood, staining the water red.
She took a towel off of the towel rack and dried off her wrists.
She bandaged them and walked out of the bathroom and to her bedroom, very quietly so as not to awaken her sleeping mother.
Her father had left the both of them for an American woman after meeting her at an Overeaters Anonymous meeting.
She limbed into her bed, stripped down, and fell asleep.
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The next day, she went through the tunnel, as she did every day, with her mother's razor in tow.
She sat on a rock, which faced the Bathhouse.
"Haku, if you care about me, you'll come and save me!" She shouted at the top of her voice.
She took the blade out, picked it up, and waited five minuets.
"Well, I guess you don't care. Probably off fucking Lin." She said to herself.
She brought the blade down on her wrists again, this time deeper than she had ever done before. She gasped at the pain, but continued on.
Suddenly, the door opened to the Bathhouse as Haku ran out to save her.
"Chihiro. Oh, Chihiro, what did you do?!" He demanded.
"Cut myself. You don't care about me. My life was meaningless, so I did it. I have less than five minuets, I guess."
"Chihiro, I do care about you. I love you."
"So why didn't you return for me?"
"I didn't know you wanted me to. Here, take this." He handed her a flower.
"That'll heal you. And you can live with me here in the Bathhouse."
"It's too late. Haku, I love you."
Her body became limp, and she fell to the ground, dead.
"I love you, Chihiro. I love you." And he fell to the ground, sobbing over his dead love.
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A/N: I do NOT, at ALL, support suicide. This idea just came out at me. Tell me if you want me to do a sequel or not.
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