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A/N: Welcome to the side story of The Wonder Drug series. For those who haven't ready any of the Wonder Drug stories. Don't worry. This story takes before the first part of The Wonder Drug and during it, so you should be fine following this story.

Here are short summaries for The Wonder Drug Part I and II

The Wonder Drug Part I: The Science Project is about Atsushi and Elena Miyano and their life in the Black Organisation and the science project they worked on. Moriko (Kazuha) made the appearance from chapter 12.

The Wonder Drug Part II: The Effect: It takes place in present and it follows Kazuha slowly recalling her past as Sanda Moriko.

I hope you enjoy this story whether you're new or old reader of the Wonder Drug series :)


Chapter 1

"Come on, hurry up! How long it takes for a thirteen years old girl to cook a dinner," A man in his mid-thirties shouted at his daughter, Moriko.

"Please, Souta, you can't expect for that good-for-nothing girl to do anything right. A dog would prepare dinner better than her. I still can't shake off that disgusting taste of her last prepared dinner." Sanda Souta's wife, Sanda Misaki, nodded in agreement.

Moriko ignored her parents' comments instead she stirred the rice. She tried to ignore them, at least. Her mum exaggerated. The last dinner hadn't been so bad. The rice might be overcooked, and vegetables had been a little soggy, but it had still been edible. Moriko actually had enjoyed her last prepared dinner. But then what she knew. She was only a stupid teenage girl.

She turned the hob off with the saucepan of rice on, and checked the meat on the pan. It was nicely golden. This time, her dinner should taste better than last time. However, it wouldn't make any difference. Her parents always found a way to feel like she's not worth anything. They always did.

She put the dinner down on all three plates, and poured orange juice into the glasses.

"Finally, I thought we'll dinner next month," Souta said.

"Right, Right," Misaki agreed.

Fortunately, at first during the dinner neither Moriko's mum or her dad commented or complained about anything. They just quietly ate their dinner. The silence was interrupted by scream of Misaki.

"A bone in my chicken! A bone in my chicken!" Misaki was repeating like a parrot.

Souta leapt off his chair, and slammed his hands against the table, making all the plates and forks and knives shook. Some of the rice fell off the plates. "Do you want to kill your mother, you bitch, ah!"

"No, it was an-"

"You know your mother don't like bones in her chicken! You know! But you still decided to give your mum a piece of chicken with the damn bone!"

Moriko's whole body trembled and tears started coming to her eyes. She peeked at her mum who was coughing. The part of chicken with the bone was spat on her plate. Moriko was pretty sure that her mum was fine. She was only making a scene.

Souta dashed over to Moriko's chair and slapped her over her face. She felt an enormous burning pain in her cheek, more tears appeared in eyes. Souta squeezed Moriko's shoulder hardly. "Maybe this will teach you a lesson!"

Moriko hoped it would end on the slap, but it didn't. Her father punched her as strong as he could into her arm. She whimpered in pain every time when her father landed a punch on her. "Stop acting as a child. You know you need this so, you'll be an obedient good girl."

She was an 'obedient good girl' already. Why her parents couldn't see it? Why her parents couldn't appreciate her efforts to please them? Why her parents couldn't love her? Why her parents couldn't just die?

Moriko was surprised by her last thought. Her parents had beaten her many times before, but she had never wished death upon them. However, how much more she could take all this pain and humiliation.

After Souta finished with his punches, Misaki throw her daughter off the chair with as much force she could take. "Stupid girl. Souta, do you think this will be enough to teach her a lesson?"

Please no more, Moriko begged in her thoughts.

"For now," Souta responded to his wife, and then turned to Moriko. "Hey you, get up and clean it all up. You know what will happen if you don't clean it all, right?"

Moriko still lying on the floor couldn't find a voice in her throat.

"Are you deaf! Respond to me!"

"Y-yes," Moriko whimpered.

"Louder!"

"Y-yes!"

"That's better."

He and Misaki left the room. Moriko was grateful for it. Sometimes they stayed with her while she cleaned. If they noticed she did something wrong or was too slow, they beat her up for it.

Moriko slowly got up from the floor. Her arms bled and new bruises formed on her arms. Her green eyes still filled with tears. She slowly walked over the table and gathered all the plates, forks and knives. She threw the rest of the food off the plates away and putted the plates to the sink. Her hands shaking all the time. She was lucky that she didn't drop those plates on the floor. She didn't even want to think what her parents would do to her, if she shattered one of their plates.

After Moriko washed the plates and cutlery, and wiped the table and cleaned under it; she sat on the chair, and put her head between her hands. She so wished to leave this house and never look back. She had done it before – three or maybe four times. However, she always had to come back as either her food supplies finished or she couldn't find any shelter to protect her from cold and rain. Every time she had returned home, her parents hadn't hug her with relief that their daughter was safe; they beat her and shouted at her instead.

Moriko argued with herself in her head whether she should stay or run. If she stayed then her parents would continue with their abusing behaviour towards her, but if she would run away then for few days, she wouldn't be beaten and called bad names. Even though, she would eventually had to return home, at least she would have some freedom.

She knew she didn't have much time to think, her parents could be back any moment. Moriko doubted they would stop her, though. They only had stopped her the first time, which had caused Moriko to be more careful with her next attempt to run in which she had succeed. However, when Moriko ran away from home the third time, her parents hadn't stopped her. They had only threatened her that she would regret it. She didn't. The days when she was away from home were the best.

Even though, somehow she had been feeling guilty by leaving her parents behind. She wanted to believe that her parents cared for her and loved her. However, they proved her wrong every time.

She went to her bedroom and grabbed her school backpack. She emptied it and put her clothes, underwear, teddy bear, a brush and some others small things in it. In the kitchen, she put the rest of the dinner in plastic container. She took some bread, few apples, bottle of orange juice and water.

When she was all packed and ready to leave, her parents turned up.

"Well, well, look who decide to leave her beloved parents." Her father mocked.

"Maybe, we should throw a farewell party," Misaki chortled.

Moriko was shaking inside. Please just let me go. She slowly walked towards the door. She turned the handle and opened the door. She ignored her parents' comments as she left the house.

She was free. Again.


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