Supernatural Investigation 101: Chronicles Of Nakashima Wakana

Minami Sei can't understand why she's crying and whom she hates. He's at a loss what to do as she covers her face and sobs with a weak voice. She has just woken up. Did she have a bad dream? He reaches for her trembling shoulder. 

He looks over his head when he hears the sound of the door opening. Choi Minho rushes to Wakana's side. He asks her with a frantic voice, "Wakana, are you still in pain? Where does it hurt?"

The grudge should be gone by now. He has kept the gorgon in a different room, just in case. If it doesn't work, he will go to Akabane Houmi by himself. He grabs her hands and pulls them away from her face, looking into her amber eyes. Her eyes are clear. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Wakana pushes him away, looking at him with distaste. "Choi Minho, I hate you the most."

And she means those words from every fibre of her being. Minami Sei is also surprised by her outburst, though he's also disturbed by Choi Minho's interest in Wakana. He observes both of them -- Wakana is glaring at Choi Minho who is avoiding her eyes. At that moment, he could tell… They knew each other before they met in the station.

"Sei, can you leave us alone?" Nakashima Wakana asks him with a steady voice. "I need to have a talk with Mr Choi."

Surely, he doesn't want to leave them alone. Foreign feelings are assaulting his heart. It's something ugly and twisted -- full of insecurity. He hates this feeling. Wakana looks at him. Her eyes are silent and agonized yet there's something different about her -- a warning in her eyes. And he gets up and leaves. He can ask her about this later. 

"What do you remember?" Choi Minho stands near the foot of the bed. 

"Everything that you made me forget," Nakashima Wakana replies with a chilly voice. "Why? Are you going to make me forget again?"

"I did it for your good..." He hasn't expected that the gorgon's gaze to remove every blockage that he has put in her memories. What else has changed inside her body? Choi Minho's voice falters. "Wakana, I --"

"You did it because you are a coward," She interrupts him with a shout. "For more than seven years, you have been beside me. Why is that? Why I wasn't allowed to remember that you love me? If you wanted to hide, then why did you come to see me? You couldn't stop himself from coming. Then, you would selfishly make me forget. You are so heartless."

It's natural that she would hate him. Choi Minho looks down at the floor. He has done wrong, and yes, he's a coward. He's been selfish. He didn't want her to know her, but he also wanted to meet her. These precious memories that he held close to his heart have given him sprinkles of bright light in his useless life that has always been revolving around her ever since he found out about her. He doesn't care about being immortal. "I am sorry, Wakana."

"Don't apologize to me." She clenches her hands, nails puncturing the flesh of her palm. The pain in his eyes is familiar to her now. In all the deleted memories, he has been honest to her. "Why did you do this? You told me that I didn't owe you. You owed me. Then, what is it that you are hiding from me? Don't you think that I deserve to know? If you really want my forgiveness, then you should tell me what you have been apologizing for."

For some reasons, he can't seem to read her mind. Her abilities have peaked again. He raises his head and meets her tormented gaze. "Wakana, I can't tell you."

"Are you a god?" She climbs off the bed and staggers in his direction. He grabs her by her arms. She grabs his collar and glares at him. "Whether it's sad, horrible, disgusting, or euphoric, I should be the one who should decide whether I should remember or not. Who are you to remove those memories without my permission? Isn't this stealing? Does the Council have any laws regarding this? Oh, don't even think about doing anything to my memories. I had left messages for myself before I went to the Okuyama Mansion. If I forget, I will go to the Council the moment the first message appears."

She's too angry. This is the first time he's facing someone's wrath like this. Even his mother wasn't this angry when she found out that he could read minds. Her body is shaking with rage. He wraps his arm around her waist, holding her steady. "Fine, get mad at me. Don't hurt yourself in the process. I am not worthy of you wasting your energy in hating me for what I did to you."

This is the angel whom she respected and admired for a long time. He's talking about himself in such a way. He's disgusted with himself. Her heart aches for him. "Are you going to be like this always? Suppressing my abilities, keeping me safe…" Doing this for the rest of her life?

"Yes," He tells her with a solemn voice. "I will do everything to keep your abilities from awakening completely. I will do my utmost to protect you from everything that can harm you, even if I have to become the most hated person in your life. Nakashima Wakana, I will remove your nightmares even if you abhor me for doing so."

She slaps his face. Hard. A trail of blood trickles down from the corner of his lips. He parts his lips and releases his breath. There's no need to read her mind. He knows that she hates him. 

Her palms are buzzing, trembling. It's painful for her to watch him like this. She wipes his blood with her finger, sniffling as her eyes well up. He's not supposed to be this kind of person. "Why are you doing this, Choi-san?"

"I…" His voice quivers. The long-suppressed words won't come out. He grasps her shoulder and pushes her down on the bed. She widens her eyes and looks at him, bewildered by his actions. What is he doing? She wants to ask him. His warm lips crash down on hers as he grabs the front of her shirt and rips it away. Her body turns cold. Clenching her teeth, she puts her palms on his c.h.e.s.t and struggles to push him away. Her turquoise eyes are so cold and unfeeling that she trembles in fear. His tongue pokes her teeth, trying to get into her mouth. He pulls her brassiere up, exposing her right b.r.e.a.s.t. 

No. This shouldn't be happening to her again. Wakana claws his neck. But it has little effect. He covers her mouth to stop her from screaming, staring into her eyes. Wakana watches his Adam Apple move. There's nothing except for emptiness in his eyes. "Do you feel vulnerable?"

She inhales sharply. Just why is he doing this? He's not this kind of person.

He gives her a chilling smile. "Betrayed? You thought that I was an angel, but I turned out to be a demon instead."

He's not this kind of person. She won't believe this. He knows how much she hates being violated. Why is he doing this? Why won't he stop?

Choi Minho licks her neck while his hand twists her n.i.p.p.l.e, causing her to flinch in pain. He leaves a trail of bite marks, blood gushing out of the wounds. He takes her n.i.p.p.l.e in his mouth, feeling nothing as he bites it hard. Her muffled screams enter his ear. She punches his shoulders, tears flowing out of her eyes full of undisguised hatred. His right-hand on her mouth tightens, nearly breaking her bone. He shoves his left hand into her trouser as he puts his knee between her t.h.i.g.hs, parting her legs. 

When his fingers delve into her hole, something breaks in the soul. A deep hatred mixed with rage surges from her heart. Unforgivable! Her palms throb with a strange sensation. She grabs the arm that's assaulting her hole, feeling it crack under her grip. His arm twists into an abnormal shape. His flesh under her palm bursts and blood splatter on Wakana's body as he releases her and takes a step back. 

Blood drips down on the floor. Lying unmoving on the bed, Wakana stares at his expressionless face full of blood drops. He comes closer and pulls the corners of the bedsheet, wrapping it around her. He holds the hand that's frozen in the air. A cool soothing sensation overlaps the searing pain in her body. He kisses the tips of her fingers and sighs. "This is the reason."

Her vision blurs. Hot tears sting her eyes. She doesn't know what to say to him.  The soothing coolness spreads throughout her body. The wounds on her body are already healing. But the wounds on her heart? Who can heal them?