Nana sat in the back of Yasu's brand new sleek car with Hachi, holding her warm, delicate hand. Her window was open, knocking her and Hachi's hair in all directions. At the moment, they didn't say anything, trying to get over the shock of the situation.

Nana was busy wondering how the hell they had managed to find her. Seriously, though. How'd they do it? Not that I'm not happy or anything, but… how? It didn't make any sense. She didn't leave a cookie crumb trail of where she was going. Well, unless you counted her like of the Sex Pistols and Vivienne Westwood, all of whom originated in London, there shouldn't have been any easy leads.

Nana sighed. I shouldn't worry about that right now. I should just be happy they found me. If they didn't, I would've never come back on my own. Which reminds me…

Nana cleared her throat. "So, how is everyone doing? Back home, I mean." Already, she was getting a bit flustered. It's not like you could casually resume talking to people who you hadn't seen in over five years.

"Oh, well, Shin is an actor now," Hachi announced with a proud tone in her voice.

"Wow, since when could Shin act?" It truly did astonish Nana. She thought the kid was only good at playing bass and being a pretty face. But she knew that people would move on to other passions and interests if, for some reason, they were hindered.

Hachi's eyes cast downward at her hands, which were still encased in Nana's, a solemn expression on her face. "Um, a little after you left…" Hachi glanced at Nana, searching her face for some sort of emotion.

Nana looked out her side's window. "Good for him. Maybe that'll keep him out of trouble." She knew why he moved on to acting. She hindered his chances of making a living from BLAST, essentially ruining his chance of making a name for himself. Of course he would've had to find something else he was good at, aside from bedding women. And it made Nana mad. He loved playing bass; it was his calling. And then she had to go and run away, preventing BLAST from making their big debut at their tour.

She bit down on her lip, looking for some sort of sustenance from the ugly truth. "What about… how's Nobu doing?" She needed to know he made a living off of playing his guitar. Please don't tell me he-

"Nobu's doing great! He took over his dad's hotel, but… he doesn't seem very happy with it. But he still plays guitar!" Hachi said, trying to sound hopeful. She kept her hooded gaze down at her hands, knowing fully well that Nana was slowly tearing herself apart for her actions.

Nana gripped tighter onto Hachi's hand, balling her other hand into a fist. She continued looking out the car window, unable to bear the thought of Hachi realizing that she was crying.

She suddenly realized that someone else was in the car, driving them to her apartment complex near the beach.

Nana glanced at the rear-view mirror, only to find that Yasu was watching her with an unreadable expression. She skirted her eyes away in embarrassment and turned her head to fully face the window, blocking her face from Hachi and Yasu's vision.

The car was silent and quiet for the rest of the drive home.

*******N A N A*******

Nana fished her keys out from her purse and opened the door to her small apartment.

It wasn't anything luxurious. The walls were off-white with peeling wallpaper that Nana never cared to fix, the light fixture hanging from the ceiling was yellowing and collecting dust, the brown carpet was growing threadbare, exposing the floorboards underneath, and it held little furniture.

There was a small, gray kotatsu sitting on top of a cheap-looking tatami mat with two red cushions where guests would seat themselves. In the corner stood a quaint wooden table that held a newspaper and what looked to be someone's half eaten omelet, along with a wooden chair.

Nana wasn't one to be embarrassed of something as insignificant as her living conditions. She was planning to move sometime this year, saving up as much as she could by cheaping out on furniture and food, and even accepting hand-me-down furniture, such as her fridge, from old tenants who moved. It was working quite well until someone had stolen her cash from her workplace. She couldn't imagine who, as everyone was rich in some form or another, but she eventually let it go and decided to leave her money at her house instead of lugging it around in her purse.

Yet, as self-assured as Nana could be, she could definitely feel the heat in her cheeks as she welcomed her guests inside and hurried to clear away her breakfast and week-old newspaper. "Sorry about the mess. I was in a bit of a hurry this morning to get to work. And I wasn't expecting guests."

Hachi smiled that warm smile of hers that let Nana know she wasn't one to judge. "Nana, we really don't mind. Besides, my house is almost never clean with Satsuki running around, always making a mess!" She let out a lighthearted laugh and jokingly slapped Yasu's arm. "Hey, Yasu? Remember that one time Satsuki was eating spaghetti and threw a handful of noodles at your head? And she said she wanted to give you hair? That was hilarious! Well, until I had to clean it all up."

Nana turned rigid at the sound of the unfamiliar name that came out of Hachi's mouth. Satsuki. The child of Takumi and Hachi. My enemy and my best friend.

And they named her after a flower, no less.

Yasu could sense the uncomfortable stance Nana was in. "Hachi, why don't you tell her about what Junko and Kyosuke have been up to? I'm sure she'd like to know."

Hachi looked lost. "Um, alright. So Kyosuke and Jun are both still into art. Oh, and just last week they had their own exhibit! They painted a bunch of…" Hachi continued rambling on about Jun and Kyosuke's various paintings and what else they'd been up to, effectively distracting Nana from her conflicting thoughts for the moment.

Nana gazed at Yasu for a moment, giving him a small smile that showed she was thankful for the distraction. Yasu returned his own closed-lip smile, almost as if he was saying, "You're welcome."

After Hachi had caught up Nana with what she had missed the last six years over a couple of beers, which ranged from Mai becoming Shin's manager to Yasu officially becoming a lawyer, Nana finally asked the question they were all afraid to ask.

"So… why are you guys here exactly? Not that I'm not happy or anything, because I am, but… I know you guys didn't come here just for a visit," Nana spoke.

Hachi fiddled with the hem of her white blouse. "We- we want to know if you'd like to come back with us to Japan." Hachi stopped her ministrations to give Nana her full attention. "But, we aren't gonna force you. We all want you to come back on your free will, not because we imposed." She moved around the kotatsu to sit right next Nana and grabbed her free hand that wasn't holding a beer. "That doesn't mean I won't do anything I can to change your mind, though."

Nana shut her eyes closed, sighing out of frustration. "I… I don't know. I don't know if I can go back and face everyone when I was the one who fucked up their lives and I threw everything-"

"Nana." Yasu reached across the kotatsu, gently lifted her beer from her grasp to set it aside, and grabbed both her hands in his. "Come back to Tokyo with me." He rubbed his thumb across the back of her knuckles. "Please."

For a second, Nana could only stare into Yasu's eyes. She could tell that he was being completely serious and detected an almost desperate, pleading emotion just from looking at those brown, hooded eyes of his. They were usually inexpressive, as he always managed to hide how he was truly feeling, always taking into account the feelings of others instead of his own. It was too much to handle, which is why it lasted only a second until she looked away.

Nana turned away from him, yanking her hands away from his grasp and reaching for her box of cigs. She leaned against the kotatsu as she lit her cigarette, her back facing Yasu. She took a long drag before turning her head to acknowledge him again, but not fully facing him.

"Fine. I'll think about it," Nana grumbled, giving in to Yasu's request.

She could see Yasu smiling from the corner of her eye as Hachi cheered happily and jumped up in euphoria to tackle Nana in a big bear hug. "Just remember, Baldy. I'm only doing this for Hachi. So don't get any funny ideas!" Nana declared.

Yasu raised his hands in mock-surrender, but didn't let his smile fade. "Alright, alright. As long as you come back, I don't care about anything else."

Nana could literally feel the second her cheeks burnt up. "And wipe that grin off your face before I wipe it off for you!"

Hachi and Yasu started laughing joyously. "There's the Nana I know!" Hachi beamed.

And for the rest of the night, Nana and Yasu shared lighthearted banter while Hachi pleasantly laughed at Nana's silliness as the newfound blonde slowly got more and more drunk.

A/N: Again, I did this within six hours, so forgive me if there are mistakes. And I realized this might be a bit confusing for people who have only seen the anime, so I'll try to explain everything.

In the manga, Nana runs off to London without telling anyone. The mangaka, Ai Yazawa, never shows when this happens, so I'm going to pretend she runs away it a little bit before Hachi gives birth to Ren (her other kid), who is named after Ren (duh) because he dies from a car crash after getting high in the manga, before Hachi even gives birth to her kid.

She is gone for a certain amount of time (I forgot whether Yazawa explains for how long or just shows that she's been gone for a while) and I think the gang gave up looking for her, believing her to be dead, or they just couldn't find her.

If you have any questions, ask me! Just keep in mind I may not have the answer to everything because it's been awhile since I last read the manga.

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