Chapter 46 Chapter 46 I Hate You
When Toru Amuro drove Olga to the organization's manor in New York, he recognized Rum almost at first sight, even though he had never seen the organization's second-in-command in person before.
Of course, in the huge room, besides Rum and his men wearing black suits and sunglasses, there was only one Vermouth.
Rum glanced at Toru Amuro with his sinister eyes, then shifted his gaze to Olga. Seeing Vermouth constantly winking at him, Toru Amuro wisely stepped aside and stood quietly beside Vermouth.
Before leaving, he could feel Olga gently grasping the corner of his clothes. In the end, she had to let go.
She was nervous, Amuro Toru realized. It was an emotion Olga rarely showed.
"Alsace."
Rum spoke. His voice wasn't as hoarse or strange as usual from using a voice changer on the phone, but it was still terrifyingly deep.
Amuro Toru exchanged glances with Vermouth, only to see Vermouth shake her head imperceptibly. He felt relieved. Although he disliked Vermouth's style, after working together for so long, they still had a tacit understanding.
*
Even after losing all her memories, Olga could still feel the dislike and aversion to Rum that seemed ingrained in her bones. And even... a certain emotion she rarely experienced, called "fear."
Olga clenched her hand at her side, feeling empty. She lowered her eyes and said respectfully, "I'm here."
*
Rum lost his temper. Apparently, "amnesia" wasn't a good excuse for him.
"It seems you need to reflect on yourself, Arthas."
Olga's body trembled almost instinctively. She looked up, but before she could comprehend what was happening, two of Rum's men in black were carrying her out the door.
“——”
Toru Amuro seemed to want to say something, but Rum simply said, "Bourbon, please stay for a moment," and easily blocked his words.
Before being carried out of the room, Olga saw the worried look that Amuro Toru gave him, and also saw Vermouth slightly shaking her head at her.
The door was closed before her eyes, and Olga was carried by two men in black, not knowing where to go. She watched blankly as she was led downstairs, through a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a room in the basement.
The light in the corridor was dim, and the warm yellow light reflected on the cramped white walls even gave people a dizzy illusion.
“…I don’t want to…”
Olga murmured softly as if she had realized something, and was still in a daze when she was dragged into the room by two men in black without any question.
There was no light in the room, and no windows. One could only make out the layout of the room with the light from the corridor when the door was open.
"……I--"
"Excuse me, Lord Arthas." The man in black said sorry, but his actions were not ambiguous at all.
Olga was fixed to the only chair in the middle of the room, off the ground, unable to move. She could only sit there with her back straight, like a stone statue.
She watched the door slowly close until the last ray of light disappeared.
The darkness came like a tide, completely drowning people and nearly suffocating them. All that remained was silence, until it was as if even their own breathing could no longer be heard. The silence was so maddening.
“…I don’t want to…”
“…I don’t want it!”
“Let me out!!!”
…
First there was a violent impulse, a madness that seemed to want to destroy everything. Then, as the madness receded, he drowned in the ocean of helplessness.
This is the emotion called fear, like a monster opening its bloody mouth to swallow a person whole, and even the most hoarse cry is useless.
The numb brain was gradually filled with dizziness, and it seemed as if countless complicated images rushed into it, bringing intense pain.
But Olga couldn't even bend down and hold her forehead.
Can't move.
*
Toru Amuro stood against the wall outside the solitary confinement room, listening silently to the shrill cries inside the room gradually fading away.
Several times, he tried to break open the locked door, but Rum's men were guarding it diligently.
"The time set by Lord Rum has not yet arrived."
They always say that.
Amuro Toru looked up, and the dim light in the corridor seemed to become blurred. He was very familiar with this kind of "punishment" - the police sometimes used it when interrogating prisoners.
Those with weaker willpower couldn't even endure an hour. The darkness and silence were enough to drive people crazy.
But Olga is just a child... How could they inflict such cruel means on her?
Toru Amuro didn't know how long he had been standing outside the door, maybe several days. Even the men in black guarding the door had been replaced several times.
But he still stood there quietly, like an unconscious stone statue.
It was he who caused Olga to fall into the sea and lose her memory, and it was he who dragged Olga out of her peaceful and comfortable life and brought her back to the organization...
It must have been a really long time, so long that even the rum arrived.
Amuro Toru lowered his eyes and stood silently and respectfully.
Rum just glanced at Amuro Toru and didn't say much, then ordered his men to open the door of the confinement room.
The solitary confinement cell was very quiet, as if the initial cries and screams were just illusions.
Rum's two men stood quietly behind him without making any further movements.
Rum glanced inside and snorted. He still didn't look happy, but he said to Amuro Toru, "Keep an eye on her."
"yes."
However, before Amuro Toru could answer, Rum had already turned and left. And so, that emotionless "yes" faded away into the empty corridor.
*
All the restraints on Olga were removed.
Almost immediately, she fell forward from exhaustion, and then landed steadily in a familiar embrace, feeling safe and warm. She felt herself being held tightly in someone's arms.
"Bourbon..."
After not eating or drinking for many days, Olga's voice inevitably became hoarse due to exhaustion.
She rested her chin on Toru Amuro's shoulder, her emerald eyes looking towards the bright world outside.
"Um."
Olga heard Amuro Toru's soft voice responding to her. It was a voice that was both comforting and unpleasant.
"Bourbon," Olga said, her eyes darkening. "I hate you."
Olga could almost immediately feel Amuro Toru's body stiffen.
"……Yeah."
Amuro Toru's tone was casual, but his voice sounded a little forced.
Olga was very satisfied with his reaction. She raised the corners of her lips and leaned close to his ear. She whispered softly in a dangerous tone, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue: "I remember now."
She almost immediately heard Amuro Toru's heavier heartbeat.
"Oh? Did you remember something?" But he still calmly carried her out of the house, leaving the cramped and disgusting room.
Amuro Toru almost immediately thought, if Olga really remembered everything, then... would she already know his undercover identity? After all, her attitude that night was so abnormal.
Amuro Toru's fingers stiffened. He didn't understand why he felt this way. He and Kagemitsu had been extremely discreet and careful in everything they did. Neither Vermouth nor Rum, not even the champagne, had noticed. It stands to reason that Olga shouldn't have noticed either.
Maybe he felt guilty...Toru Amuro finally gave a bitter smile.
Olga heard Toru Amuro's heartbeat gradually calm down, and she felt deeply bored.
"Tsk, I thought it would scare you."
Amuro Toru smiled and said, "If you recover your memory, I will only be happy."
Olga remained silent. After a long while, she suddenly said, "I remembered a lot of things, but you weren't one of them."
Amuro Toru immediately understood what she meant - she had not recovered her recent memory, at least not in the past three years.
For a moment, Amuro Toru didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed. At the same time, he also understood where the sense of disharmony he had been feeling from just now came from.
Olga was still Olga, but she was not the Olga he knew and was familiar with.
Olga's voice sounded a little distressed: "I think I may have liked you very much before."
"Really?" Amuro Toru couldn't see Olga's expression, and Olga naturally couldn't see his either. So, he secretly raised the corners of his lips.
But soon, Olga's next words made his smile freeze on his lips. She said -
"But I hate you now, very, very much."
Then, perhaps to satisfy her own desire to talk, Olga spoke a lot to this disliked man.
"Actually, I quite like life in Alaska. Even though that couple is poor and ugly, living with them isn't bad. ... If it weren't you, there would have been someone else, but it's you who went... So, I really hate you, Bourbon. Why did you wake me up from this rare dream?"
Amuro Toru could only purse his lips. He didn't know how to answer Olga. Yeah, that was clearly the life he had hoped Olga would live, but he had to destroy it with his own hands. He really was... hypocritical.
But obviously, Olga didn't need Toru Amuro's answer.
Finally, she was probably about to fall asleep, so she asked him in that vague voice: "Are you undercover?"
Toru Amuro didn't know what Olga's mentality and purpose were for asking this question, but no matter when she asked, he could only have one answer.
"I'm not."
Olga didn't say anything else. Amuro Toru could hear her breathing becoming steady and even. He guessed she was asleep, but it was just a guess.
Amuro Toru began to think, should he find a way to deal with Olga? Of course, it's not the kind of solution that Shark Man uses to kill people. But if Olga really discovered his undercover identity...
He always needs to have a contingency plan.
*
Olga had changed, or perhaps she had simply revealed a side of herself that he had never recognized.
Toru Amuro rubbed his brows with a headache and continued to collect reference materials for the paper at hand.
Olga went out and said she was going out to play with her classmates.
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