Please don't murder me for any OOC-ness. I've only seen episodes 7, 8, 9, 10, and 28. It's on demand where I live, which is why I haven't watched it from the beginning. I tried! And when I wrote this, I didn't know they had there first kiss walking home from practice, y'know, when what's-his-name was trying out for bass? I didn't know at the time, so . . . yeah.
Enjoy~! (Or not?) (Also- sorry it's SO short! I wrote it during recess. We have to stay in the gym now because it's too cold to be outside. So, I sat on the stage and wrote! Go me!)
Nana hadn't kissed a girl before; she never had time to kiss anyone, really. Not even Ren for that matter.
But as they stood barefoot on that sidewalk in Tokyo, hands tangled in either girls' hair and lips showing just how much they loved each-other, she couldn't help but think maybe her life with Hachi was all she needed. Not BLAST; not Ren; not Trapnest.
Just Hachiko.
She would sit cross-legged on the couch late at night, watching the latest neo-noir fic while Hachi pranced around the entire apartment in a baby-pink bathrobe and 3-inch heels.
She entertained the idea for a bit; pretending Hachi was more than a friend, but ended up shaking her head and lighting another cigarette, because if she knew anything, she knew she -Nana Osaki- did not belong with Nana Komatsu, her lovingly-dubbed 'puppy-dog.'
Hachi was a bit boy-crazy, yes. And perhaps a tad too dependent. However, Nana loved her like a daughter. She could never see her as much more; not a lover, or anything of the sort.
Because she couldn't do that to her. Not to her, not to Takumi, not to herself.
Hachi didn't deserve someone as broken as Nana.
Still, as she watched her stumble around the dining room with her old, studded pumps on, proclaiming quite excitedly, "I'm like a movie star!" she couldn't stop smiling as she took another sip of beer, because for now-
A friend was enough for her.