The Adventures of Neko and Nina

Random adventures lived through Neko and Nina. Feel free to read them and get a glimpse of the reality that was Neko and Nina's relationship.

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It had been years

Nina sighed as she slowed her pace outside his old house. She clutched the box of Valentine's chocolates to her chest and idly fingered the wrapping. Gravel crunched under her shoes as she twisted slightly. Her chest pressed harder against the giant heart as she inhaled deeply and managed to take that first step. The streetlight flickered above and the darkness was thick. Nina was careful not to step on any large leaves and eventually found herself standing in front of the door she used to visit every day. She set the box down and focused on the paint peeling from the door. 

Who knows if he'll even get them...or if she'd ever see him again. It was the first time she'd ever given a boy chocolate for Valentines and she was happy to have it be Neko. A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it quickly. They were known to gather. It wasn't until she managed to walk away that she realized her body shook to the core. By the time she made it to the road she could barely see. She walked swiftly, making her way to the bridge where she could mourn.

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Though I had been to his house multiple times, and it was considered my own, my heart would still beat fast when I walked up the dark path. Neko had a large tree in his small front yard. It covered majority of the yard, which proved to be nice shade during our adventures. I stepped up the small step in front of their large old door. There was a can on the floor to the left. It was full of cigarette butts and never changed, never to be cleaned out nor added to. I supposed I noticed this because my eyes were always drawn to the floor.

I raised my small fist and right as I was about to knock the door cracked open. There he stood, and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. 

"Hey. I, uh, saw you walk up out the window." He looked like he was trying not to smirk, but couldn't quite hold it in. This happened every time I came over; I have no idea why we played the same game each day. In routine he always said he saw me walk up. But every time, every day. I couldn't believe it was only coincidence. I liked to believe he sat there waiting. His front window was tinted in a way that completely prevented anyone from the outside to see in, but looking from his side, it was as if there wasn't even a wall.

I followed him inside and turned down the hallway. There were many doors in this hallway for it's size, but I've only ever entered the first two: The bathroom, and Neko's room. I pushed open the door and was welcomed by the familiar scent which I couldn't describe if I tried. The ceiling fan wobbled back and forth, as if it was going to fall; each time I saw it I worried if it would. A lightbulb hung from the fan by a single wire, yet it produced the only light in the room. 

Neko followed me and shut his door behind him. The knob was wobbly as if it had been jerked around in the past, which it probably had. There was a nicely sized hole in the back of the door. Neko told me it had come from his anger, but I had trouble believing it. I had never seen him get angry before, what could posses him to feel such a way? His whole room was a mess, yet it never bothered me. I lay on his bed, wrapping myself in his black blanket, as I always did. 

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The sun beat down on my tan face. I smiled as the blood in my cheeks became warm. My legs pumped through the water beneath me and I twirled in the shifted gravity. I could see the blur of Josh swimming towards me; his hand snaked around my ankle and I calmly twisted free from him. I dove into the underwater world and rippled my body to the other side of the pool. When I surfaced, I found myself within the small pool float fort Neko and I had constructed earlier. The whole area was tinted with various colors as the sun bore through the plastics.

While I was absorbed in the scenery, Neko popped up next to me. "Hey." I smiled and stared at his hazel eyes. Out of the corner of my vision I could see his body under the water shifting to keep himself afloat. The next thing I know his right hand was under my cheek. Time froze while my heart melted. His being flowed closer to mine and his lips met mine. The taste of stale chlorine permeated my mouth; his tongue was not far behind. It was the most beautiful taste I had known. The moment lasted longer than I could have imagined. Our tongues mingled while our bodies did the same. The water made a nice buffer for our movements and our limbs were sliding next to each other, granting Neko more grace than he truly had. 

When the moment finally came for us to depart, Neko's eyes were filled with the same watery kindness that drowned my heart. Neko had taken, no he gave me my first kiss. This was something that would never cease to exist with an undoubted boldness in my mind. The only words, the only sound in the world was the purity of his voice as he said my name. 

"Nina."

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I fell to my knees watched him as his footsteps slowly got further away.

“Neko…” My words fell too short, there was no way he would have heard it. Silence. My head rose and I held back tears with all of my might. There he stood, with his back to me.

“Nina.” I held my breath just to be sure I didn’t miss anything he might say. “This time, I’m not lying.” His head dropped and he continued to walk away, this time far beyond anywhere my words could reach. It all began to hit me. My world was crashing around me and the only one who could ever help me stay strong just walked away. And to top it all off, I let him. The tears broke through the barricade I tried making and my voice became strong.

“Neko! NEKO! Come back!” I don’t know if I was shouting out of anger or despair, but it was so loud it shocked me. My face was stained with my sadness but he was gone. It had been about two years since his last visit. I wondered when, or even if, I would see him again.

After sitting in the middle of the road for awhile, my senses started to return to me and I picked myself up. My brain still couldn’t handle every thing he told me. It was a simple sentence really. Because I was ashamed. While it answered many questions it brought so much more. The numbness in my legs eventually brought me to the bridge. I slung my legs over the edge and sat on the fishing dock. My back lie against the short wall feeling the rumble of an occasional car driving by. The creek looked like something taken out of a picture, with the perfect symmetry of the trees ascending backwards into the center of my view. It was beautiful here. I shut my eyes and remembered five years ago, the first time he brought me here. I was seven, him eleven. We climbed down the dangerous rock side and sat with our feet in the water. We held hands and talked about how nice it was to be so immersed in the open where anyone could find us and yet be so blissfully alone. Alone together. I missed those days. I missed them with every inch of my being. The memories of those days bring me back to the harsh reality of how things have changed. My body curls up into a ball and tears begin to shake me once again. At least now I know. I thought, At least I know why we’re not together. Nothing made sense. He said he wasn’t lying, but about what part was he lying about previously?