Author's Note: We've had a trio of fairly noble and good character become infected with the virus, so I figured it was time to unveil the last, less noble one, now that Damnation is out of the way. For those who do not know, the events of Marhawa Desire take place after RE: Damnation, and actually after RE:REV2 as well but before the cutscene at the end where Chris goes to China. It happens only a few months before Chris' mission in Edonia, and marked the first usage of the C-Virus outside of the labs.

Also, do note there are a couple of details that are slightly different in this story, like the status of Ricky's uncle, as well as the specific timeline of events near the end of the manga. This is in part due to a lack of an official english translation for the latest chapters, and the lack of availability. I have expanded upon the material to fit the story.

Chapter 1

Chris wasn't sure what to think when he had her brought in.

The girl lay unconscious in the lab, her dark skin a contrast to both her white uniform and the sterile environment. She seemed perfectly normal, aside from a few bloodstains from where she had assisted with the elimination of the B.O.W.'s.

Reports had quickly shown that it was a new virus. Chris sighed; only a little bit ago, his own sister had been the subject of an experiment of yet another new virus. Luckily, both her and her friend had survived, and the cure was already in production, but it couldn't mean anything good to have another one crop up so quickly. The last one before Phobos had been almost five years ago.

The boy who had called them in was one Ricky Tozawa. His instructor had been an affiliate of theirs, and it was under his advice that the boy had contacted them. Sadly, only Ricky had been alive by the time they had arrived.

While Bindi had been unconscious, he had relayed the story of what had happened to them. Several red flags had cropped up when he talked about Bindi, not the least being her owning a crossbow capable of killing infected in a private school. As a precaution, they had isolated her in the medical ward. Chris made a mental note to thank their Eastern Branch for the services later.

Looking up from his report, Chris observed the girl. Tests performed while she was unconscious confirmed the presence of the mystery virus in her bloodstream, but it evaded all attempts at analysis. With time, they would crack it, but they didn't have that time at the moment. As he waited, the source of the infection was still out there.

His grip tightened on the file, and he set it down. They had set up a barricade around the academy to contain the infection, but it was a small comfort. The dense jungle meant that there was always the chance something could slip out. Additionally, they didn't know enough about the virus to know the limits of its mutations.

Chris was snatched from his thoughts as the system told him that Bindi was coming back to awareness. The other guards noticed, holding their weapons as they waited out of view. If they could resolve it without violence, he would try to.

Bindi stirred, opening her eyes. Groggily, she sat up, brushing aside her long brown hair as she looked around. Chris noted she was quite clearly confused. "Hello? Where am I?"

"Hello," Chris responded, speaking through the intercom system. Bindi turned her head, looking at him suspiciously through the glass. "You are at the BSAA's Eastern Branch HQ. We brought you in after the incident in the underground maintenance area."

Bindi seemed to pause, sizing him up for a moment. Eventually, she bowed slightly, her expression growing demure. "Thank you."

Chris held back a frown at the sudden shift in behaviour. "I wanted to ask you a few questions. Would you be willing to cooperate with us?"

"I will try and help any way I can," Bindi promised, a gentle and composed smile on her lips. She folded her hands together, almost instantly adopting her student president posture. Very in control for someone who was just threatened by zombies.

"Thank you for your cooperation," he responded automatically, opening the file in front of him. "What do you remember from before arriving here?"

"Ricky and the others wanted to go into the maintenance areas in order to try and track the infection. I knew the school's designs pretty well, so I decided to come with in order to help."

"Reports indicated you were armed with a crossbow. Where did you obtain it?"

Bindi was silent for a moment as she regarded him. Finally, she smiled slightly. "I did, didn't I? I got it from one of the old displays. I admit it was poor form for the student president to use a weapon, but given the circumstances, I think it was necessary."

Chris highly doubted that; the weapon was too advanced to have been an antique, not to mention she had several bolts on her. She had gone in prepared to fight, not just with something she had scrounged. Even more concerning, an artifact like that would have been noticed as missing.

It's too early to begin accusing, Chris noted, keeping his thoughts to himself. "So after you joined with the Tozawa investigation, what happened?"

"Well, we went down and encountered some infected staff. Unfortunately, a few of our group were infected in the attack," Bindi explained, pausing as she recalled those lost. Chris could sense she actually cared very little for the missing men. "Ricky and I thought we had seen the person causing the infections, but lost track of them. I went after them, and that's all I remember. Tell me, did Ricky bring me here?"

Chris regarded her for a moment. A small portion of her did seem genuinely interested, but he figured it would be better to keep the boy's role quiet. "We received a call about infected individuals. Students were able to point us in the direction of your party and we found you shortly afterwards."

"I see," Bindi noted flatly, her voice unwavering. Even so, he could see her smile drop slightly, almost disappointed.

"Witness reports state that you displayed an unusual level of skill dispatching the infected. Do you have former experience with them?" Chris inquired.

"No sir," she responded immediately with a polite decline of her head.

"Do you have former weapon experience?"

Chris noticed that Bindi paused longer than normal, seeming to contemplate her answer. Her head hung a little bit, and her grip tightened. "A friend of mine taught me once."

"Does this friend have a name?"

"Sorry," she responded with a bright smile. "I'm afraid I can't tell you. They would get in some trouble for knowing about that. Not exactly a value of the school, you know?"

"I see." Chris was unconvinced, but filed it away for later. He needed some form of leverage or connection. Something to get her to open up. "Sounds like your school has some problems."

"I wouldn't-" Bindi started, but seemed to bite back her response. There was something she wanted to say, but was holding back from. "It's not perfect."

"Care to share?" Chris asked, concern in his voice. Even if he suspected Bindi of being involved in some of those problems, if something was wrong, he would have some words about it.

"It's a bit...controlling, you could say. Mother Gracia asks a lot from her students." The way she mentioned the Mother caught Chris' attention. There was a venom in her voice. It would have been hard to notice for the untrained, but he knew he had found something.

"Seems like you have some issues with her. Is she hiding something?" Chris asked, noting the slight edge of a smile on Bindi's face. Definitely something there.

"Sometimes perfection has a price." Bindi's facade had fallen a little, her smile turning sarcastic and bitter. "No one wants to go to a school with problems. Not with how much it costs."

"Was money a problem?"

"Only for some," Bindi noted absently, as if remembering something. "Most people were wealthy enough to afford it. But those that weren't…"

Chris saw where she was going. "Bullying was an issue, wasn't it?"

"Yes. Yes it was," Bindi noted sadly. "Those with power kept those without it down, and no one could do anything. Even I, as the student president, was ignored by Mother Gracia when I told her about it. If a few poor students were bullied to keep the academy's image perfect, what did it matter?"

Chris was distracted from her story as he watched her hands. As she spoke, she had clutched them tightly, her knuckles turning white. But more concerningly, the flesh had moved and roiled a little bit; signs of mutation.

"Hiding that kind of thing knowingly is a crime," Chris informed her factually. "Mother Gracia will hear from the international boards, and the Academy will likely be exposed."

Bindi seemed surprised at the statement, her grip loosening and the roiling subsiding quickly. She stared at him wide-eyed, her mouth slightly agape. "J...just like that?"

"It will probably take a little while for the official restructuring, but as soon as the report is submitted, Mother Gracia will either be forced to retire or be removed from her position."

"That's all it took?" Bindi noted dully, almost seeming to not hear Chris.

"Are you alright?" he asked, trying to get her attention. She snapped back into focus, composing herself.

"Yes...I am alright," she answered slowly. "Is there anything else?"

"Actually there is," Chris informed her. "Did you get a look at the person who started the infection?"

"No. It was dark, and I think they were wearing a cloak." Chris read her expression for a moment. She wasn't telling the whole truth, but there were elements of it.

"Anything you want to add before we continue, now that you have been awake for a bit?" Chris asked. While it was not uncommon for interviewees to recall more as they woke up, he was more interested to see if she would open up.

"I...wasn't entirely truthful about the crossbow earlier," Bindi admitted. "I didn't take it from the academy. I...bought it."

"Why would you need a crossbow? Was the situation that bad?"

"Not for me...no. I...my friend who taught me how to fight, she...died."

"How did she die?" Chris asked gently.

"Her father had gone bankrupt getting her into that school, and everyone knew it. She didn't belong. They beat her near death. When I told the Mother about it, she hid the fact and told me to keep silent. So I decided we would run away together and tell everyone."

Chris frowned. He could sense where this was going, and he didn't like it. Bindi continued. "When Nanan was strong enough, we sabotaged the cars and ran for it. We thought we would make it. But it turns out that she had a backup storage, and we were surrounded. They tried to subdue us with batons like we were criminals. In the fight, she lost her footing, and fell to her death."

"What happened then?"

"They forced me into the car with her. She was brought to the medical ward, just in case, but it was too late. Once they realized she was dead, they planned to get rid of her in the morning."

"What happened with her body? If we get evidence, it will damn all those involved."

"I...I wasn't part of the crew that got rid of her," Bindi answered, and Chris could see the red flags. She knew exactly what happened to the body. He pondered his next move.

"I am sorry for your loss. Rest assured that her father will receive recompense and the school will be dismantled."

"Thank you, Mr…?"

"Redfield."

"Thank you Mr. Redfield. I...I'm kind of tired. Can I go now?" she asked hopefully. He did agree she looked tired, but there was a nervousness, like she was late for an appointment.

"I'm afraid not," Chris answered. "We still need to ask you a few questions."

Bindi frowned, but nodded, sitting on the edge of the table. "Alright."

"Do you know anything about the virus that the infected were exposed to?"

"Wasn't it that one they released in America?" she asked. Chris couldn't sense any falsity to what she was saying, only ignorance.

"It is a different strain," he answered. "We're not sure about its qualities yet. This is the first time we have seen it."

Chris paused, juggling his options. He had his trump card, but was now the time. He sighed, closing his eyes. "Our medical report also shows that you are infected with it."

Chris had to hand it to her; she put on a good mock of surprise and fear. "I'm not going to-"

"So far your life signs are stable," he interrupted. "However, the strain you have is different. It does not match with any of the samples taken from the infected. It is a primary infection, which means you have to have received a pure sample."

"So someone infected me?" Bindi asked, though Chris could tell from the tone of her voice she didn't expect him to buy that for one moment.

"It means you infected yourself," Chris said flatly, raising a hand to stop her retort. "Listen to me Bindi. The use of biological weapons is strictly forbidden in every country, and is severely punishable. I understand if you don't want to admit it."

"However, if you do talk with us, and help us track down the other source of the infection, your punishment will be lessened, and we can try and help you. You have experienced something traumatic, and forced into a bad situation. Whoever gave you the virus wanted to take advantage of that. Under the circumstances, your involvement will be classified and you can have a chance at a good life."

Chris held his breath, waiting for Bindi's response. The girl was silently arguing with herself. Her fists were clenched tight, the roiling more pronounced, and Chris began to worry she would mutate on the spot and attack him. While the glass was tough, if this virus proved to be worse than the others…

"I...I just wanted to get revenge. How could she dare do that?! It's not my fault! It's not my fault!" Bindi screamed, all of her restraint disappearing. She clutched her head angrily, and Chris could hear the guards out of view stand, ready to act, but he motioned for them to hold fire.

"Calm down Bindi. Tell me what happened. We can still fix this." Chris spoke steadily, and calmly. Bindi looked up, the anger flaring in her eyes as she met his gaze.

"It's not my fault."

"I know it's not," Chris agreed. "Who's fault is it?"

"That woman. The night when Nanan died...she came to me. She gave me a container with two vials. She told me I could get my revenge with them. I gave one to Nanan and she...she...changed."

"Into what?"

"I don't know. But she was able to infect other people. I used her to hurt those that had hurt others."

"And the other vial?"

Bindi smiled, a sad tinge to it. She turned her head, touching the side of her neck. "Went right here."

"Did you get a look at the woman? Did she say anything?"

"It was dark, and I was too focused on Nanan to notice her until she had almost left. I only know it was a woman from her voice."

"Where is Nanan?"

"At the school, in the maintenance areas," Bindi explained, pausing for a moment as a thought came to her. "I need to get back. Now."

"Why?"

Bindi hesitated in her response, wringing her hands. For the first time, she looked truly afraid of him, and Chris had to note that despite her anger and rage, she was just a scared school girl. "Bindi, if you don't tell us, lots of innocent students might get hurt. Didn't you want to protect them?"

"You're right," Bindi admitted. "Even after she changed...Nanan listened to me. I could control her. But without me, she acts like a mindless zombie. The workers we fought were infected by her without my command. I never wanted to attack them, but I couldn't watch her all of the time. If I could just get my revenge and take out Mother Gracia, I would be happy."

"What were you going to do then?" Chris asked. To his surprise, Bindi didn't pause, instead smiling at him sadly.

"After that, well...there wasn't much to live for. They'd already taken the person I cared about. We would die together."

Chris' blood ran cold at the conviction she spoke with. There was no doubt now in his mind that the experience of losing her closest friend had left its mark. Closing his eyes, he could only summon a feeling of pity for her. Any anger over her causing the infection was pushed aside. Yes, she would pay for her involvement, but not with her life.

"Is Nanan the only remaining source of infection?"

"Only if we don't get to her soon."

"What do you mean?"

"Today was the day I told her we would tear down the Academy. I need to get to her. To stop her. Otherwise she'll try to infect everyone."

Chris' eyes widened as he realized what was going on. Turning towards the guards, he began barking orders. "Contact the force near the school. Instruct all students to evacuate if possible, and if not, lock themselves in their rooms. Get the choppers in the air, and have them ready to eliminate any infected."

"No! Please, don't kill Nanan! I can stop her. Please, I can't lose her again!' Bindi screamed, rushing the glass. "Please, I can help, just don't kill her!"

"We can't risk innocents getting infected," Chris explained. "How good is your control?"

"I'm not sure," Bindi admitted. "I think I could maybe command her over a radio. Please, just let me try!"

Chris looked her in the eyes. He felt a pang of sympathy as he remembered rescuing Jill. He had been told there was no saving her, but he had refused to give up. What kind of person would he be if he didn't believe in someone else the same way?

"Alright," he agreed. "Get me a headset with a link to one of the helicopters!"

"Yes sir!" One of the guards responded, tossing the headset to him. Chris moved to the door panel, looking at Bindi for a moment.

"I'm trusting you."

"I won't disappoint you," she promised. Chris nodded, opening the door. Extending his hand, he offered the headset. After a moment, Bindi reached through the open door, accepting it with a nod.

Chris motioned for her to follow him. Bindi followed after quickly, slipping the headset on. "Nanan, this is Bindi…"


There marks the first section with Bindi. Do comment about whether you preferred this or Moira so that I can bring more of that particular character soon. Both will finish before RE6, so no worries if you pick the less popular one.