Supernatural Investigation 101: Chronicles Of Nakashima Wakana

"Phew!" Matsuda Yuji releases his breath when he returns to his space. "Stop."

The room stops spinning. 

He glances at the woman sitting in the centre of the room. Her head is low with her bangs shadowing her face. There are a few drops of blood on her clothes and the white floor. She's completely still. From the changes in the atmosphere in the room, he senses that her abilities are completely awake. What is her grade? 

Matsuda Yuji walks to her and squats down. He studies her quietly. After the awakening, gifted humans change. But what is dangerous about her? Why is Choi Minho interested in this woman? 

"You must be special in some way." He leans closer, inhaling her scent. "Your scent has also changed. What is your secret, woman?"

Nakashima Wakana raises her head, meeting his sinister gaze. Her eyes are quiet. Too quiet and lifeless.

The room is full of overwhelming emotions that belong to the people who were brought here by this person. The souls have moved on, but the emotions are left behind. Rage. Degradation. Pain. So much pain with hatred and loathing.

She closes her eyes, nauseous as the memories keep popping up in her mind -- a woman begging this man to spare her, a young boy crying for his mother while this man laughed, a little girl starved to die, a man who went insane; and then, Wakan sees herself writhing on the floor. She tilts her head to her right. "Noisy."

"Am I noisy?" He whispers in her ear. "Guess what? I am going to get louder, Miss Nakashima."

Every inch of her flesh feels like worms are crawling under her skin, threatening to eat her from inside. She pinches her lips together, stretching her neck. This man doesn't have l.u.s.t. It's a need to feel powerful. She is filled with the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that he's feeling at the moment -- the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that he is feeling while musing about the things that he wants to do with her.

Clean. She must disinfect herself from this man's filth. Wakana blinks her eyes, trying to stop the urge. 

"You should be able to summon Sen Yorihiro now." Matsuda Yuji glances at her lips. "Is it just me or you look prettier?"

"Get away from me." Wakana whispers, curling her fingers. "I can't breathe." 

These foreign emotions are choking her.

"Do I smell?" He chuckles. It's better to not keep her here. Choi Minho won't stop pursuing him. Where should he take this woman? Matsuda Yuji stares at Wakana. He doesn't want to release this woman either. He should keep her until his soul is healed. He asks her slowly, "How do you know Choi Minho?"

Wakana's ears are ringing. She rubs her eyes, trying to look at the dark-eyed and yellow-skinned man. "How many people have you killed here?"

"You should not answer my question with a question." That's why he doesn't like being nice to people. They never appreciate it. She needs to be tamed. Cl.i.c.k.i.n.g his tongue, he reaches for her throat. 

Sensing his intention, she grabs his hand. Surprised, he curves his brows. What is she doing? Is she using her ability on him? What can she do? She's untrained and weak. 

Dark liquid drips on the floor.

Matsuda Yuji looks down. What is this?

He touches his cheek with his left hand. The cracks on his skin are growing wider as his black blood rushes out of the space. The white walls of the room are tearing slowly. Then, the pain comes -- sharp and wild -- he gasps, pulling his hand from hers. The woman's lips are vermillion red. Wakana's amber eyes have a burning glow. It transfixes him at the spot.

The man doesn't scream or shout for help. The last of his soul is torn away. She releases the fingers and looks down at the remnants of the soul. The white room is peeled away into dust. 

***

Sei stares at the building. This is an old student dorm. Why would she be here? He takes a deep breath. Where could she be in this dorm? He can't look at all the rooms.

He has no other choice. He informs the manager of the dorm about the situation. He checks each floor, continuously calling Wakana's phone. Her phone is on, but she's not picking up. There's no sign of her.

Is she truly not here? Sei looks at the text on his phone. Her phone has been traced to this building. Then, how come she's not here? 

Roof.

"Roof?" Sei frowns. He has no idea why he thought of that. "She might be on the roof."

He climbs the stairs quickly and pushes the door to the roof open. 

And there, she is. "Wakana!"

Standing in the middle of the roof, she is staring up at the sky with a lost look in her eyes. She turns her head toward him. Minami Sei halts in his tracks. 

Though she's the same, there's something different about her. The colour of her eyes is a few shades lighter. Her skin is radiant, shimmering under the rays of the rising sun. Her dark hair is long, reaching past her waist. 

"What happened to you?" He takes cautious steps toward her, calling her name. "Wakana?"

"It was suffocating in that place," She mumbles. Her voice is lazy and unassuming. "He killed seventy-five people in the last five hundred years. I know the names of each victim. We should inform the victims' families."

Last five hundred years? Minami Sei furrows his brows. Shaking away the voice that is urging him to leave her, he walks closer to her. He takes off his jacket and puts it over her shoulder. "Don't worry. I am here now."

"Or was it seventy-six?" She questions him. "I killed him with my hands. When his skin was torn bit by bit, I felt his fear. After that, I felt his pain."

"You killed…" He can't finish his words. What's going to happen to her? Was it self-defence? Of course, it was self-defence. She won't kill someone like that. Matsuda Yuji already died. There should be no punishment for killing someone who is already dead. He tells her with a rushed voice, "Don't say anything to Nakashima-sama, okay? I will handle everything." 

"And I liked it." Wakana lets out a low laugh. "When the pain became too unbearable, he started liking it. He wanted more. I could feel it in my veins."

"Don't say things like that." He grabs her arm, shaking her body when she doesn't stop laughing. "Wakana, get a grip! You are not that kind of person. You didn't like it. You will never like hurting anyone."

Wakana places her hand on his c.h.e.s.t. Corners of her red lips curl up into a dark smile. Her eyes twinkle, amused by something. "Your heartbeat is so loud and alive."

His body becomes rigid. He clenches his teeth when his heartbeats become accelerates. He widens his eyes when a trail of blood emerges from his nose, trickling down on her pale hand. 

"You think that I am betraying you." She coils her other arm around his neck, closing her eyes as she rests her head on his shoulder. "My love, I can't help it. It will feel good soon, I promise."