FAZER LOGINOh Sorahiko…what the hell is going on now?
BACK TO PRESENT DAY… ‘And I heard the nurses talking about some ORC officials coming to the hospital’. ‘They’re here for an assaulted omega; A young one’. Sakura doesn’t understand— it’s been seven years. Seven freaking years! So, why are they coming now?… Why would they choose to come after her now?. She’s changed her name, dyed her hair, and even changed the way she walks and talks. She’s learnt how to exist in the background so no one ever really notices her. “I need to leave…I’ve got to get out of here….”. The ORC has somehow found its way to her, so she runs. And she doesn’t look back. Her strides don’t break. She faces forward as she runs— she only pauses for a second to put her phone to her ear. “Please pick up…”. “Get her! Don’t let her get away!”. Someone— no, some people— run after her. She can hear their feet slap against the ground as they get closer to her. They’re all wearing dark green uniforms, with bright red armbands showing their affiliatio
FLASHBACK TO SEVEN YEARS AGO… The room is silent…too silent. Her head swims, her stomach growls, but she pays it no mind. She lies quietly on the bed, letting her thoughts drift. ‘I don’t understand why you’re being so difficult, Hana! I’m doing this for your sake!’. That woman really believes that what she’s doing is right. She honestly thinks that Hana would appreciate her help in setting her up with her rapist. ‘Do you want to get sent to the ORC? Do you want them to come pick you up? Because they come to places like this, searching for omegas like you’. ‘Do you really want to be rehabilitated?… I’m doing this for you! I’m trying to help you!’. ‘Get your head out of the clouds, Hana! The world isn’t going to wait for you to heal!…mate with Yuga and keep yourself safe’. Maybe the woman has a point— the world isn’t kind…not to omegas. But her stitches haven’t even begun to heal properly. She hasn’t had a full meal in days because she can’t keep it down. She can’
FLASHBACK TO SEVEN YEARS AGO… Hana wakes up in the hospital. There are no blinding bright lights, no feeling of weightlessness, and no sense of confusion— she remembers exactly what happened to her. And in clear detail too. “These are the right flowers”. Her mother hums. She blissfully ignores Hana’s dead-eyed silence and busies herself with running her fingers over the flower petals. “That Yuga boy has good taste”. Hana flinches into herself. She eyes the vibrant bouquet as if it holds a deadly poison. “You accepted that from h-him?”. She hates it— the way her voice shakes— but she can’t stop it. Her voice isn’t the only thing that shakes…her hands haven’t stopped shaking since she opened her eyes. And if she didn’t have morphine flowing into her bloodstream, her legs would be shaking too. “Of course, dear”. Sickly sweet…that’s the only way she can describe her mother’s tone. “He came to apologize; How could I not accept his gift?”. Hana’s vision whiten
FLASHBACK TO SEVEN YEARS AGO… “So, Hana…what are we doing for your birthday this year?”. “We?”. Hana Shiozaki— now Sakura Hoshino— scoffs lightly. “It’s my birthday not yours, Mei”. She gathers her books in her hands and rises from her seat. “What’s wrong with saying we? Have you forgotten that our parents are both teachers?…I’m going to be invited to your birthday party, whether you like it or not”. If Hana could smack Mei, she would. She would smack the shit out of her, but she can’t…because well-behaved omegas don’t act violently. If she hits Mei and her mother hears about it, it would be bad for her. Really bad. “My mother might not throw a party this year”. She settles back into her seat with a sigh. “I doubt she’ll even give me the time of her day”. “Why?…”. Mei groans as she slams her head on Hana’s desk. “You’re turning seventeen! You only turn seventeen once, Hana… don’t you want it to be huge?”. “You know that this isn’t something I can decide on, Mei
She made the steak and chose not to add vegetables to the dish. She even had her apologies prepared, but Sorahiko never showed up. And that was where she began to panic, because she knew that after a fight like that, there was no way that Sorahiko would sleep over at Miyamura’s house without telling her. She tried calling him, but she couldn’t reach him. She sent more than a hundred texts to him, and yet, no reply was received. It wasn’t until she started gathering her courage to go looking for him that she was contacted…by Riko. Riko, who sent her a text that only explained that Sorahiko would be unable to come home for a while, and didn’t say anything more, except to give her Sorahiko’s new number. “It would’ve been better if she said nothing…She didn’t explain shit to me”. She sighs as she loads the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Even if her only friend is going through one of the most traumatic moments of his entire life, and might probably end up dead…or worse
It goes on for at least another three days— the relentless texts filled with hate and any kind of vile slur. Each one more disgusting than the last. “What did I do to deserve this?”. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but curl up on the floor of the closet. Everything feels so wrong. Every chime from my phone causes my gut to twist. I find myself fighting down the urge to throw up…this has to be some kind of psychological torture. I’ve seen people tell celebrities to ignore hate mails and I agreed with them, but now, I understand those celebrities more. Opening a text full of hate is like watching a server trip and spill wine over a very expensive dress— you know you should do something to help, anything else really, but you can’t help but just watch it happen. I literally can’t help but open them, and each one hits harder than the last. I tried blocking them. I even tried to reply to them, asking why they were doing this…but their replies got eve







