Disclaimer: I do not own Nana, Hachi, or the rights to the manga/anime series. Don't sue me, I'm broke enough as it is.
Hearing her voice again after all these years was almost overpowering. Her face was different, and the lyrics and instrumentals had changed, but her voice hadn't changed at all. I didn't even realize that I was crying until her face blurred and I had to wipe my eyes so I could keep looking. It felt like if I let my eyes off her for a moment she might disappear again. But the tears won't stop coming and taking my vision away from me. It was almost funny that after all this time wishing to see her, my eyes wouldn't let me.
My laughter turned into sniffles, and the sniffles to sobs, and although I was sure people were probably staring and that I was more than likely ruining this beautiful show for them, I just couldn't stop. I tried to stand up and leave, but between the sobbing and my blurry eyes I ended up tripping over the table leg instead. I tore a hole in my white dress as I fell on the almost overly-plushed carpet and begun to attempt to stand, fingers digging into the rug, when I heard the music stop and a hand touch my shoulder.
"Miss? Are you alright? Do you need some help?" So caring she sounded—although it seemed to be missing some of the sincerity, she clearly was trying to help me. Did that mean she didn't notice me at the table earlier?
I turned and took her hand—she still wore her wedding ring as if she were never widowed. "I'm sorry. I just… I missed that voice. NANA. Nana, I missed you!"
The dark eyes that were so distinctively Nana opened wide. Was that surprise or fear? "Hachi?"
"It's me, Nana. I've found you," I said, smiling. "I've finally found you."
"Hachi…" she held me at arms length for a moment, me still on the floor staring up at her and her leaning over, one hand on my shoulder, the other holding my hand, stuck between helping me up and holding me away. Please, I beg to whatever God may be listening, please don't let her run away from me again.
And then she pulled me into a hug, falling on the floor beside me and burring her head into my neck. I stiffened briefly, surprised at her sudden acceptance of me. "Hachi. Hachi. Hachi." Wet tears begun to trickle down my neck, and her dark mascara would no doubt stain my dress, but right now I really did not care. I didn't care that people were staring, or that my dress would be stained, or that Nana was holding my hand so tight her nails were burying into my skin. All I cared about was that she was in my arms again and I wasn't ever going to let go.
"Nana. God, Nana, I've missed you so much."
"I'm sorry." She said, pitiful as a child. I pulled her closer, nearly pulling her into my lap, but not wanting to move her face from so near mine.
"There's nothing to apologize for. We're together again, and our apartment 606 is still waiting for us. Nana, let's go home again."
She nodded, silently, and then looked up and kissed me.
I was never letting go of her again.