REN
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS OR THE PLOT. THOUGH IF I DID WELL...IT'D BE A LOT LESS INTERESTING.
"Prologue: Nana and NANA"
"JoshÅ. Nana to NANA"
"...Hey, Nana. Do you remember the day we met?"
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"I'm glad that you decided to contact me."
"I'm surprised that you had called me at all, I really don't know any foreigners at all-what did you say your name was again?"
"Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy? Oh that's too hard to say! Can I call you something else?"
"...I suppose...since I can't properly pronounce your surname, Itchy-nose...what can I call you?"
"Hachi. I think I'll call you Ryuu-chan."
"That's quite alright...how about just Draco?"
"Is that really alright?"
"Yes."
"Then, Draco-san why have you contacted me?"
"Osaki Nana."
There was a pause, I could see her discomfort in the way she eyed her tea cup staring into the murky depths inside. She was thinking hard on what to possibly say, she was six years my senior but she looked so much younger-like a school girl wearing clothes too adult for her small body and a wedding ring too heavy for her small white hands. "...Nana?" She asked meekly; really she resembled a small child playing dress-up.
"That's correct. I wish to see her but I keep coming up empty." I said leaning back against the plush green booth. Muggle restaurants were not my favorites, this one was one of the nicer that I had been to. "Does the smoke bother you? You seem a bit pale?" I ask with no intention of putting out my cigarette.
"No I'm fine. How do you know Nana?"
"I don't really." I say exhaling, I peek at her through my lashes, her head is still bent forward almost as though she is apologizing. "I'm an...old friend."
"You're not a Mosquito are you?"
"Mosquito?" I ask then laugh leaning forward with my eyes closed. So that what this is about? "No I'm not a Mosquito not paparazzi!"
"Oh? Then what is this about?"
A waiter walks by holding a tray with two glasses of ice water and a small alcoholic drink, the small black straw sways to one side. I look back at Nana Ichinose and smile, it's fake obviously as well as the sincerity in my voice of course. I want my information so I have to work for it. Really I could always use my wand, work a spell to make her talk but...
"I don't know where Nana is so I can't help you."
"I see."
...she's so small, like one of my mothers' dolls wearing clothes too mature for their small round faces and big glass eyes. The waiter places the drinks on a table in a booth just a few feet away, a bald man with sunglasses quietly thanks the man while another man about my age takes the other drink the harder one-his lip rings clinks with his glass. A blond takes the other water, he doesn't say anything at all his earrings glimmering in the fluorescent light. He's glaring at me. I want to laugh but I don't.
"So Hachi, you can tell your friends to relax, I'm not here to hurt anyone. Shall we move to their booth and eat or stay here and both pretend that they aren't listening-that would be fun."
She doesn't smile, no her mouth in drawn downwards in an irrefutable frown that seems too easily placed on her pink lips. She looks just a bit older now. "No, I should go."
"Why?"
"A married woman shouldn't be out with another man. What would my husband think?"
"Really? From what I here your husband goes out philandering with all sorts of women. You shouldn't care what he thinks; make him a bit jealous without doing anything at all."
She finally laughs holding her small hand to her mouth to hide it, her cheeks sprinkled pink with the implications of what I said or maybe at the thought of making her husband angry. She really is quite pretty, in a sort of odd way her brown eyes are too bright like her shiny hair but there is something about her that shines. Her movements are so sure and she seems like the type to always please others.
A warm hand grasps my should, not hard just firm-the nails are bitten short and the middle finger has a large ring encasing it fully. I look up, it's the blond with all the earrings. I stare at the collar on his neck, his spiked blond hair and his brown eyes-ah I know who this is. How is it that I hadn't noticed who they were before?
"Nobuo Terashima eh? I thought you would be taller."
The boy beside him with the lip ring and blue dyed hair laughs.
"You have some nerve speaking to a married woman like that, telling her to make her husband jealous and...and..." He's gripping the front of my turtleneck now, fisting it so tightly it might rip if he yanked hard enough.
"And what?" I ask. I can see the bald man, Yasushi Takagi whisper into Hachi's ear to comfort her or ask her about me.
The blue haired boy intervenes still chuckling under his breath, his blue checkered shirt peeks from beneath his blue sweater-he seems luminescent somehow. "I apologize for my friend he's an idiot."
"Not at all, though I really don't understand what I said."
"You seemed to be flirting or rather seducing her." He says patting Hachi on the head like some sort of dog. "She's easily drawn in by a handsome face and sweet words-that'show she got in with Takumi anyway."
"Shin-chan!"
"I'm Okazaki Shinichi by the way, and you are?"
"Draco Malfoy." We shake hands; his is smaller then mine and soft like a girls. "Pleasure to meet you."
"Since you seem to know our names then you must be a fan or perhaps some reporter." Yasushi says. His black suit looks odd on him too tight and formal for such a tough looking man.
"I'm no reporter-like I said I'm an old friend of sorts."
"Of sorts?" Nobuo says annoyed, as though he had heard the line a million times before and maybe he had. He looks tired. "What does that mean? You're obviously not an old friend-we're old friends of Nana's. I've never heard your name!"
It's quiet now, the people around us are staring their eyes lingering with the group of, what probably appeared to be pierced 'deliquents' harassing Hachi and I the 'mixed couple' on a date. That was what it looked like apparently Shinichi thought the same because a moment later we all found ourselves in a cab-or rather Yasushi, myself and Shinichi. Hachi and Nobuo had taken another.
"You're a foreigner." Yasu says.
"From England I assume-the accent is English." Shin says. "So how do you know Nana and why are you looking for her, here of all places. For all we knew she was dead. Her body was reported missing."
"I shouldn't really have to tell you it's my own private business how I know her and why I'm looking for her. I assure you that I wont harm her or her name, there is just something that I need to tell her something that can only be done face to face." I sighed. "I got wind that she had returned here while all along I had, before hand thought she was in France."
"What is it that you want to say?"
"Nothing of interest to an outsider."
"Really? How is it that I am an outsider...unless..." Yasu lit a cigarette and inhaled filling the small cab with the pungent smell of...Cherry's. Blackstone Cherry's, the namesake of the band that had once been and almost flourished before being snubbed out. "I see."
"You see?"
He nods, Shin tilts his head in a bird like fashion to the side his blue eyes wide in confusion. He seems younger then me now-too naive with such a face.
"You're here for Ren aren't you? Ha, I should have figured that much he mentioned a foreigner that he used to write, someone he had met while on tour in England. I assume that you are that same person he spoke to-the one who he kept in contact until he died."
"You assume correctly."
The cab came to a stop in front of a tall brick building-it was old and stood alone in tall green grass. I climbed out first followed by Shin the Yasu, I could hear Shin say something but my eyes were trained on the building, I had seen it before.
"This is Nana's apartment."
"Osaki's? I thought Hachi said she didn't know her location?"
"She doesn't. Nana hasn't been back in over six years-though Hachi keeps the place clean and even the refrigerator stocked well." Yasu walks past me and into the building, it seems darker now and oddly ominous. "She always believed that Nana would return."
There was no elevator and there seven stories to reach the apartment but what with being in Hogwarts and all one became quite used to stairs. It was odd to see a western styled building in the middle of Tokyo, Japan but oddly refreshing. We reached a door, 707 hanging above it.
"This is the place?"
"Yes." Shin said with a smile as Yasu walked in. He held the door opened and smiled brightly, trusting-he reminded me of Ren. "Come on in."
I walked in behind him letting the door shut with a bang. It was time to talk, I surmised that I owed them that much at least-to tell them that Nana Osaki was alive and how I knew Ren.
I fingered the thick packet of letters that rested in the pocket of my coat as I stood in front of the two now sitting men.
It was time to talk.
Italicsare used for Japanese. I didn't feel like looking up the actual words so I decided to use italics whenever there is a particular phrase. They are all speaking Japanese-Malfoy used a spell in order to speak to and understand the language.
How Draco and Ren knew eachother? Well here is a bio of sorts on the characters-showing how and when they met and why.
Malfoy is (now) 18 years old-he had met Ren the summer before he started Hogwarts making him 11 going on 12 as they met a week before his birthday (June 5th). Ren at that time was 22 (I'm not sure how old he was before he died so I'll just say 22)
Despite the ten year difference in their ages they had become good friends. Draco had decided to "run away from home" and had come across Naoki the Trapnest drummer who brought Draco to Takumi sure that Takumi would know what to do. He spent a majority of that day being questioned by Takumi who was growing tired of being called a mudblood thinking that the boy was calling him a half and thus was insulted.
Ren snuck into Takumi's room where Draco was holed up during his questioning and lured him out. Draco had told him of his father's wishes for him while trying and failing to hide the fact that magic existed. Later that day the 'police' who are in actuality Lucius' fellow death eaters come to take Draco back to his father. Ren tells him to come back whenever he can to talk about 'whatever' and gives Draco his mobile number. The two become fast friends past the summer and the Trapnest tour so far as to writing one another even though Ren is in Japan and Draco is at Hogwarts. (Using his owl of course)
Draco was one of the last to know about Ren's death hearing the news from Reira who had bumped into him in Muggle England-he has since grown close to her and stayed by her side after the war with Naoki and occasionally Takumi who he still does not get along with. They are the only Muggles he will tolerate only because they were close to Ren-as you can tell he became obsessed with Ren and fulfilling Ren's wish by delivering to Nana...well I wont spoil that!
FUN FACT: Ren got Draco his owl. (How did he do that? You'll see)
FUN FACT #2: It was named Sid after dead punk legend Sid Vicious, Ren's idol.
FUN FACT #3: Draco inherited Ren's things after his death-including the padlock that Nana had given Ren. (Does he wear it? You'll find out)
You must be wondering how Draco knows the BLAST band. Simple, Ren told him about them and sent pictures. He is also familiar with their work as he bought their album Lucy-it's a favorite of his.
Draco and Takumi do not get along-it's comparable to the Harry/Malfoy hatred...though a lot more intense and without the jealousy. They get into physical fights as well as verbal. They are quite similar.
Draco gets along with Naoki, usually treating him like a small child despite the fact that Naoki is in his late twenties-they are quite close.
Draco and Reira have a complex relationship. After Ren's death and Reira's breakdown Draco has taken sole custody of her care-obviously this became full time after the war ended(and after Draco graduated of course since he was 12 when Ren died thus meaning that he spent his summers with Reira as well as his holidays taking care of her). This is where he hears the most about Nana and Ren's relationship as Ren and Reira were particularly close. It is also apparent that Reira suffers from delusions as she calls Draco constently confusing him for Takumi who she no longer recognizes.
Sera: So there you have it. Give me a review on what you think and well you might think I let the cat out of the bag for this fic with this little bit of information (above) but you needed to read it so to understand the second chapter which will be nothing but flashbacks. Why a NaNa/HP crossover? Because I haven't seen any. If Draco hates hates muggles and became a deatheater then why was he friends with Ren? Well, the way this story goes you gotta think. He didn't want to be a deatheater-this he tells Ren. After losing Ren he becomes even colder and does what his father wants. That's how I put it in this story anyway.
Any other questions then review and no flames. If you don't like it then don't read anymore. If you like it then review.
Sasuke: Oh wow I'm back?
Sera: You're my partner in these fic talks...so say good bye.
Sasuke: Sure whatever. Bye.
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