More of Nana's past. I know I may have gotten a little fanatic about it but, it hints at all her little quirks she has now. Beware for some brutal torture and some sweet Stockholm syndrome Enjoy!

Nana screamed as cold water was thrown on her sleeping body. She sputtered and struggled for air as she flopped on the cement floor due to cuffs and chains causing her lose her balance as she tried to sit up. "Please…" she gasped as calmed down. Nana didn't know how long this had been going on for. Her days started to bleed together as she sat down in this dank cell dealing with the constant onslaught of torture the man dealt her. Her body was broken, her spirit almost there. She heard his lighter click open and the smell of cigarette smoke entered her nostrils. She was starving, not having eaten in who knows how long. He walked over and played with her long blue locks of hair, having them slip through his open fingers. They cascaded down like waves, splashes up against her frail frame. His grip turned rough as he grabbed all of her hair in one hand and pulled it tight, causing Nana's head to jerk up. She sobbed as she heard a blade unsheathe and trail across the back of her neck. "Wait wait!" She spluttered and the movement of the blade stopped. "Before you kill me...I want to know your name. Please." She didn't know why she asked that but in her lack of sanity, it was something she needed. She heard him shift his position and exhale slowly.

"Call me A." His voice was deep and crackly. A probably didn't talk much or it was due to all those cigarettes he smoked. Nana closed her eyes and relaxed, finally ready for the next phase in life's plan.

"A…" The blade moved off her skin and she braced herself. "A." This was it.

Swish.

Nana gasped. She was still alive. Her eyes shot open and she felt tendrils of her hair falling across her back. "W-What." A walked away and came back shoving a spoon in her mouth. Nana gagged at the sudden intrusion and readily gulped down the soft substance. Food. He was feeding her. He slowly fed her and gave her water as she sat there staring at him bewildered with watery eyes. "Why are you doing this?" A did not answer. She didn't expect him to, honestly. After he fed her spoonful by spoonful, he undid her chains and pulled her up.

"Change." Her swollen and weak legs buckled under her and laid on the ground in a heap. A grabbed her and started undressing her to put on the new dull clothes he brought. He chained her back up again and lit another cigarette. Why was he being nice to her at this time after all he had done to her? "Are you ready?" He asked walking towards Nana again. Nana gulped and closed her eyes, shaking her head yes. "It's only going to get worse from here on out. Get ready, Nana."

"Yes, A."

She had finally broken. She couldn't take it anymore. During this time she had learned about a thing called nen. A removed her limbs one by one and used nen to reattach them. When he sutured her left arm back he quietly explained how he could do it, why, and how it was beneficial to his job. Nana at first could not stay awake to hear him talk due to the pain but after a few more times, she didn't feel it anymore. "A?"

"Hmm?" He ashed his cigarette and went back to using his nen on her leg.

"What's your favorite color?" A paused and looked at the empty shell of a girl.

"Topaz."

"Hmm." She mused. Nana never expected a trained mutilator and killer would like the color topaz. "Favorite number?" A moved onto her other leg.

"Eight."

"Hachi…"

Hachi hachi hachi.

Eight eight eight.

Hachi.

"A?"

"Hmm?"

"...Why are you doing this to me?" A stopped his nen and his work on re-patching Nana together. A groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

"Nana, I'm not even supposed to talk to you."

"Why are you doing this."

"Nana, stop."

"Why, A, why." A punched Nana in the face, his face contorted in anger, his eyes glistening. Nana's head whipped to the side, her short hair covering her face.

"Stop Nana!" She slowly turned her head to A, her eyes were sunken in and empty. Her skin was tight, her cheekbones protruding from the lack of food. Her hair was dry and breaking.

"Please, kill me A. I can't feel anymore…Please." He hit her again, and again, and again.

"Can you feel that?" He bellowed at her. He put a cigarette out on her arm, joining the handful of scars that covered her porcelain skin.

"No." A was shaking with anger. She wasn't supposed to give up. If she gave up, they won. He didn't enjoy his job when it came to harming children and women. But the pay was good, too good. She did nothing wrong except exist. He started growing attached to her.

"Nana, do you want to know why you're here?" No response. "Your Father. You are here because of your Father. He is a piece of shit, you know that? A snake. He owes my employer, a lot. More than you know Nana. You are our pawn. We have you, we get what we want. You deal with his punishment because he does not care."

Nana let this sink in. A businessman they all said. What kind of business? Obviously shady. Did her Mother know? Probably not, she's most likely dead. Along with Josephine and everyone else. A chuckle escaped her lips. Quickly it escalated into an empty cackle. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at A laughing. Why was she laughing? She finally cracked. "Nana…"

"Thank you A, you're my savior." A knelt down and wiped away some of the tears that continuously streamed down her face. "Hey A?"

"Hmm?"

"I think I love you."

"Hmmph." He stood back up and lit a cigarette. A looked at the smiling girl with empty eyes slumped on the floor without a leg. "I have a deep regard for you too." A swung his arm at Nana backhanded landing with a heavy smack, a sickening crack echoing in the cell.

Two years. Nana had been in this cell for two years being tortured. At first it started out as pure torture but over the months, it turned into a moment she enjoyed. Not because she was gutted like a fish and was on the brink of death every time but, because she got to see A. He turned into her world, which is to be expected when she has not had any contact with anyone besides him. He fed her, gave her clothes, even bathed her from time to time. He trimmed her hair, healed her wounds. A even talked to her sometimes, slipping in kind comments in here and there before he continued his job. When he did that, Nana didn't mind. She couldn't feel it anymore anyway. That was a way to show love, right?

Nana slumped on the ground sound asleep when her door busted open and a frazzled A came stomping over to her. He quickly undid her chain and grabbed her face roughly so she looked at him. "Nana, I'm going to fix this."

"W-What? What is going on?" Her eyes scanned his face frantically.

"I'm sorry, Nana."

"Wait, A! Wha-"

Black.