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Wagamama Satoshi liked to think she was a decent person.
She wasn’t.
She cared about people who weren’t her.
She didn’t.
And if she had any unhealthy indulgences, she would get rid of them as soon as possible.
She wouldn’t.
And all of that finally came to a head the day she sold her own 2-year old daughter to a laboratory.
Wagamama Satoshi was 20 years old, with soft, petite, pale skin and sharp blue eyes with straight black hair. And a newly arrived immigrant from Japan. Bored of the lively and loud lifestyle that she was constantly subjected to in Tokyo, she decided to explore the world.
After all, her parents wouldn’t notice if a couple hundred dollars suddenly went missing from their banks. They were rich, after all.
Which is why when Wagamama first arrived in America, she tried to find one of the most remote, calmest places she could find. A small community with a lack of party animals.
Which is why she chose Hawkins, Indiana. It was a quiet, unassuming town with tight-knit neighbors and a normal lifestyle. The town wasn’t that wealthy, there weren’t any clubs, there were bars, yes, but they were few and far between. And the craziest thing that had happened in the last 4 years was that someone once ran through the stress nude because they were drunk and high as a kite.
It was perfect.
Wagamama bought a small house near the border of Hawkins, secluded from most people. She moved in quietly, and only a few people came to greet her. There were no overwhelming, noisy, annoying neighbors. And for the people who did come to greet her, she had spotted them shopping around the town literally a day later.
It was small here, and it would probably take Wagamama roughly a year to meet everyone. And that’s if Wagamama waited to meet them and didn't intentionally seek them out.
Unlike Tokyo, Wagamama could smoke in peace without anyone coming to bother her. She could probably devoid herself of social interaction for most of the year, which sounded like heaven. Wagamama did not like people, at all. She preferred to stay by herself, socializing only when she wanted to. Which was almost never.
In spite of this, Wagamama would sometimes go out to bars. The residents were actually quite funny and pleasant to be around. Funny jokes, great storytelling, and delicious food. The bar near her home was the one exception to Wagamama’s ‘no-socializing’ lifestyle.
In hindsight, she should’ve been realistic about how much liquor she could hold.
Because a few weeks after Wagamama had gotten blackout drunk, she had thrown up in her toilet. And two little pink lines ruined her life.
When two friends she had made at the bar, Birch and Abigail, had discovered she was pregnant, she was met with many congratulations and who the father was. Wagamama didn’t really want to tell her she slept with a man she didn’t even remember, because the two were the only decent friends she had ever had, and she surprisingly enjoyed their company. She didn’t want to ruin her reputation over a baby she already hated. Unfortunately, that meant she couldn’t do abortion.
So she lied and said she had a husband who was traveling abroad to support them and that they had decided they wanted a child. And her two friends believed it.
Wagamama was suddenly given a lot of attention she did not want. Constantly being pestered by strangers and nosy people. Being pestered about questions and her name, whether it would be a Japanese one or a more Western themed one. Wagamama had already decided that she would name it a more Japanese name. After all, she already disliked her home country, who was tying a baby she hated to it going to hurt?
When Wagamama gave birth, she wanted to put the child up for adoption. Her family had finally changed their bank account password, which meant Wagamama was essentially poor for now. But, that would raise questions. While she disliked socializing for the most part, she didn’t want people to hate her. Which meant she had to get a job. On top of taking care of a baby.
What an inconvenience.
Wagamama had been able to get a job as a cashier. It was a decent job with a decent wage.
Wagamama cringed when her newborn daughter looked up at its mother with pure love and adoration in its russet eyes it inherited from its grandfather and russet hair it inherited from its great grandmother. Wagamama felt her stomach twist. Not with guilt, no, but with disgust.
Wagamama put down some random name for the child’s father for the papers for her child. She decided to name it Aiko, like her parents had considered naming her. She already hated them because they were selfish and uncaring. In a way, it all came full circle.
Wagamama wasn’t cut out to be a mother. She knew that. She also knew she had to wash and feed her child, so she did. She didn’t do it well, but she did it anyway.
Wagamama’s child was weird. It learned things way too fast. While most children said their first word around 1 years old, her child said it's first word around 5 months old. While most children learned to walk during ages 3 to 4, her child barely went through the crawling stage before it was walking fluently at 1. While most children needed an adult to help them bathe, Wagamama only had to do it before her child could do it on her own at one-and-a-half.
In all honesty, Wagamama was relieved to know that her child was so independent. It took a lot of weight off her shoulders. Her child was special, but not in a good way. It was unnatural with how it learned things so quickly, but Wagamama didn’t mind.
Though it was quite creepy that it knew things it shouldn’t know.
For example, one time she heard her child humming a radio tune. It wouldn’t be so weird if Wagamama didn’t have a radio and that was a song she had only heard once in the bar when she was pregnant.
In conclusion, her child was a freak.
Aiko was 2 when Wagamama found out about the MKUltra Project.
She was approached by Dr. Martin Brenner and offered a hefty sum to sell her daughter to a Project to ‘help gifted children.’ She had been on phone calls before with Abigail, talking about how her child was unusually fast at learning and knowing things, but she had no idea how he had found out about that. Maybe he just went around collecting random children.
But Wagamama saw an excuse to get rid of her child and get enough money to retire early and took it. She didn’t even have to do anything, the CIA covered it up for her. She was quite lucky.
When Wagamama was 20, she moved to a new land to start a new life.
When Wagamama was 21, she made new friends and had built herself a steady reputation at the bar.
When Wagamama was 22, two pink lines ruined her life.
When Wagamama was 23, she discovered how much of a freak her child truly was.
When Wagamama was 24, a massive burden on her shoulders was lifted.
And when Aiko Satoshi 2, her life changed forever.