Promises
a/n: A short and mysterious beginning for you guys ;) I would explain a little more, but the quote below should give you guys some idea where this is leading.
It's set near the end of Nana, before the flash forwards seen in the manga and just after "something" happens to one of our beloved characters.
Enjoy, and please give me feedback! I will update this story more then my ill fated Gundam fanfic I promise!
-tsuchiya
"On the other hand...my first love, being separated from me...because of dad...
...seems to be waiting desperately for my return...
...next time I have a holiday...I will go back and visit mom and dad...
...and spend a whole night with my guitar...just like before...
...I can feel it...a melody which will make anyone shed a tear...
...is coming..."
-Nobu Ch61
Interlude
It was very dark, and very late. The street was empty and only the sound of litter being blown around by the winter gale could be heard. In the midst of this, standing very still was a lone man. A hooded overcoat much to big for his small frame covered his delicate features. By his side there was a small duffel bag. Not large enough to carry anything more then a few personal items, but large enough to suggest that this young man was heading somewhere.
The low rumble of a diesel engine heading towards the lone figure broke the peace. A Taxi.
Chapter 1: Travelling
The driver was considered a veteran in his profession. Having a career spanning over 25 years, he knew the Tokyo streets like the back of his hand. In his time he had dealt with any customer you could think of; housewives sneaking out behind their husbands backs, businessmen who were red in the face demanding that he went faster (he would often laugh to himself that it was because they were chasing their philandering wife's!) and even the odd pop idol looking for anonymity. Needless to say, he knew when to leave the passenger be, and get on with his job.
Despite his passenger's coat, the driver could see that this person was dressed like someone important. Maybe he was a model? Or even in a band? Either way, this usually meant that the driver kept his mouth shut. However he felt deeply troubled. The look of absolute exhaustion combined with pain on his passengers face provoked a parental concern.
"Narita Airport eh?" asked the driver. "At this time it should be nice and quiet."
There was no response. He tried again.
"Flying anywhere exotic?"
"…Home."
The driver sighed; small talk wasn't getting him anywhere. He tried being direct.
"Are you OK son?"
Seemingly startled, his passenger looked up slowly, revealing a mess of blonde hair.
"Um…yeah," he stuttered.
Just as the driver was about to let out a sigh, the young man continued.
"-I mean. No! The man buried his head in his hands and continued.
"I am far from OK. How can I be?"
Though he wasn't sure if his passenger was more thinking out loud then speaking to him, he felt obliged to reply.
"Want to talk about it son? Narita Airport is a good half hour away."
"Huh? Oh…um, I don't want to burden you with my worries."
"No burden here son. You remind me of my own grown up sons, and I can't stand to see their ungrateful behinds in sorrow! Got a name?"
The man let out a small smile.
"Terashima Nobu."
/End of Chapter