Ever since Chihiro had left Haku hadn't quite been the same. He still ran around spirit town and took care of the things he needed to. But it was as if something was missing. Some spark of inspiration. All of the other spirits had noticed.
Many had tried to cheer him up, but it didn't seem to do any good. He smiled and laughed when he was supposed to, but everyone knew that he still wasn't truly happy.
Every week Haku would come back to the bath house and check the big tub to see if she had returned. It was no use. Every week he came, and every week she wasn't there. But even still, six years later, he came every week, only he was even more sad and lonely.
Then one day he was sitting on the edge of the big tub and kicking a stone back and forth inside so that it would make loud cacophonous noises. His back was to the gate way so he hadn't noticed Chihiro finally returning. Suddenly a body hurtled into him, grabbing him from behind. Instantly his body had begun to change, his muscles bunched up and his claws started to come out but then he heard a voice that he'd been dreaming of hearing for years.
"Chihiro? Chihiro!!" Haku shouted with joy and lifted little Chihiro up in the air, spinning her round and round with joy. After six years Chihiro wasn't really so little anymore but to a dragon spirit like Haku it was no problem. "By the ancestors I missed you Chihiro."
The young boy had grown up into a truly impressive young man. Haku was handsome and strong and tall. He hugged her to him as if he never intended to let go.