The Seven-Colored Scar: Komaru Kurikomas Time Reversal
Komaru Kurikoma died. She was stabbed protecting her beloved senpai. But when she opened her eyes, she had returned to one week before her death.
'This time, I will protect her.'
Komaru trembles as she checks her phone. In seven days, her senpai will be murdered. She knows who the killer is. But no one believes her. If she talks about the future, they'll just say she's crazy.
So Komaru decides to act alone. But every time she changes something, the future shifts. At first it's small things—di
The Seven-Colored Scar: Komaru Kurikomas Time Reversal - The Hidden Side of a Gentle Smile
The after-school bell rang.
The classroom buzz swelled all at once.
Grabbing bags. Scraping chairs. Laughter.
Komaru was already on her feet.
(Today.)
Day five.
Two days until Shizuru-senpai dies.
She has to stop Sakuya's plan.
She looks out the window.
Building B's rooftop.
The place she talked with Shizuru-senpai yesterday.
Sakuya's shadow was there.
Komaru bolted from the classroom.
Running down the hall.
Racing down the stairs.
Too impatient to change shoes properly, she burst through the school gate.
Out of breath.
But she can't stop.
She hurries toward Amagi Hill.
Through the residential streets. Up the paved slope.
The trees grow thicker.
The air turns colder, bit by bit.
Gravel crunched underfoot.
Eight hundred meters northeast of Kaminosaka High.
She reached the Amagi Hill trailhead.
A low mountain, 320 meters above sea level.
A three-kilometer hiking trail weaves through the coppice.
Komaru wiped the sweat from her forehead.
(The place Sakuya invited senpai.)
The observation deck is at the summit.
A spot with a full view of Minase City's nightscape after dark.
They promised to see the stars together—Sakuya said so. He plans to bring her here.
She starts up the trail.
A path thick with tree roots.
Fallen leaves pile up, snagging her feet.
It was quiet.
Birdsong. Wind. All felt distant.
Only her own breathing echoed, unnervingly loud.
After about five minutes, Komaru stopped.
A hundred meters to the observation deck.
She can see two benches, side by side.
Wooden benches.
Paint peeling. Rotting in places.
Underneath them—a plastic bag.
A black plastic bag.
A supermarket shopping bag.
Komaru's fingertips went cold.
(Trash? Here?)
She crouched down.
Reached out.
Touched the bag.
The plastic felt terribly cold.
She opened it.
—A stun gun.
A small black box.
The grip was wrapped in thin cloth, probably to avoid fingerprints.
—A notebook.
A ruled notebook, the kind you see anywhere.
Komaru opened the notebook.
Her hands tremble.
The pages are filled with Sakuya's handwriting.
Neat. Easy to read.
『June 21st
20:30 — Yakumo Shizuru leaves home
21:00 — Arrives at Amagi Hill trailhead
21:15 — Reaches observation deck
Route: Tends to choose the gentle north slope
Note: Prefers stargazing alone. Almost never invites others』
The trembling wouldn't stop.
Next page.
『June 20th
19:00 — Literature club meeting
Afterward, reads at Café Nire for about an hour
21:30 — Returns home』
『June 19th
Library organizing duty
Stays at school until 17:00』
『June 18th
……』
Senpai's movements. Dates. Times. Locations. All written down.
A full week.
Everything.
Something deep in Komaru's chest went cold.
(Sakuya... really is...)
She didn't want to doubt him.
Her childhood friend.
They'd been together since they were little.
The kind boy who gave her half his eraser.
But this notebook—
It's a plan.
A murder plan.
Methodically researching senpai's movements. Targeting her moments alone.
"Why..."
Her voice leaked out.
Tears well up.
She clutched the notebook.
The paper crumpled with a sound.
(I have to confront Sakuya-kun with this.)
Komaru stood up.
She shoved the plastic bag into her school bag.
She breaks into a run.
Racing down the trail.
Gravel skitters. Tree roots nearly trip her.
The scenery blurs.
She's out of breath.
Her heart pounds, loud and frantic.
(I have to protect senpai.)
(I have to stop Sakuya-kun.)
Those thoughts filled her head completely.
She returns to the housing complex.
Tsukimori Housing Complex.
Twelve five-story apartment buildings lined up on the hill.
Dusk was closing in.
The sky begins to stain orange.
Streetlights flicker on, one by one.
The complex entrance.
The path to the central plaza.
Komaru slowed her pace, trying to catch her breath.
—That moment.
Footsteps behind her.
She tried to turn around.
"You found it, didn't you, Komaru."
Sakuya's voice, right by her ear.
The next instant—
Crack.
A violent shock ran through her back.
Her body locks up.
Muscles spasm. Strength drains away.
Her vision exploded white.
A stun gun.
The same type she'd just found.
The strength left Komaru's body.
Her knees buckle.
The ground rushes up.
"What a shame."
Sakuya's voice sounded far away.
Her consciousness—snapped off.
—.
Cold.
A hard sensation against her back.
A concrete floor.
Komaru opened her eyes.
Darkness.
She can't see anything.
She tried to move.
Her hands won't move.
Her legs won't move either.
Pain at her wrists.
Something is digging in.
Rope.
Thick hemp rope binds her wrists and ankles.
Her breath catches.
Panic surges up.
"...Where... am I?"
Her voice echoed.
A cramped space.
A dusty smell.
Mold and iron.
Tsukimori Housing Complex, Building C-4. Underground storage room.
A shared storage space for each building. Mostly unused now.
An iron door. No windows. About eight tatami mats in size.
Komaru desperately searched her memory.
A place Sakuya had shown her once, in a previous loop.
(Sakuya-kun... got me.)
No phone.
No bag.
The notebook. The stun gun—all of it. Taken.
She struggles.
The rope bites into her wrists.
It hurts.
But she doesn't care.
(I have to get out.)
(I have to protect senpai.)
She thrashes, shaking her body.
The sound of rope scraping echoes in the darkness.
—Creeeak.
The iron door opened.
Light pours in.
The white light of a fluorescent lamp.
A long shadow fell over Komaru as she squinted against the glare.
"You're awake, Komaru."
It was Sakuya.
Soft brown hair.
Drooping eyes. A gentle-looking smile.
The same face as always.
The same voice as always.
The face of her kind childhood friend. The most popular boy in class.
Sakuya crouched down in front of Komaru.
Bringing his eyes level with hers.
As if gently explaining something to a child.
"Why are you getting in my way?"
Komaru's throat trembled.
"...Getting in your way? What are you—"
"I'm talking about Shizuru-senpai."
Sakuya tilted his head.
Still smiling.
That calm face. Not a flicker of change.
"I'm planning to kill her. The plan took quite a while, you know?"
His voice was light.
Like saying, "It'll be sunny tomorrow."
A cold thing crawled down Komaru's spine.
"Why... Why would you do that?! What did senpai ever do to you?!"
She screams.
Tears spilled over.
Sakuya's eyes narrowed just slightly.
Then, slowly, he opened his mouth.
"Second grade of elementary school. Do you remember?"
The sudden question stole Komaru's words.
"You gave me half your eraser."
Sakuya's eyes look into the distance.
"I thought, right then. This girl is mine. She'll only ever look at me."
"...What are you saying?"
"But lately, it's different, isn't it? You only look at senpai."
Sakuya's finger touched Komaru's cheek.
Cold.
Ice-cold fingers.
"If Shizuru-senpai disappears, you'll look only at me again, right?"
A smile.
A gentle smile.
But behind those eyes, there was no light.
Only a deep darkness, gaping open.
"No... No, Sakuya-kun! That's... that's wrong!"
Komaru shook her head.
Tears scatter.
"I'm not wrong."
Sakuya stood up.
"I'm moving the plan up. Tonight, I'll call senpai out."
"Stop! Please, Sakuya-kun!"
"Wait here, Komaru. I'll come get you when it's all over."
Sakuya turned his back.
Heading for the iron door.
"Sakuya-kun!!"
She screams.
"Please, come back! Let's talk! We can still start over!"
Sakuya didn't turn around.
"I'm the one who's starting over."
The iron door shut with a heavy sound.
Clank.
The lock clicks.
Footsteps fade away.
The sound of climbing stairs.
—Silence.
Only darkness remained.
Komaru couldn't move.
Bound, lying on the concrete floor.
The tears won't stop.
They trace down her cheeks. Soak into the floor.
(Sakuya-kun... really is...)
She didn't want to believe it.
But there's no room for doubt anymore.
(It's my fault.)
The day she gave him the eraser.
That day warped Sakuya.
(If I... If I hadn't done that...)
She grits her back teeth.
Bites her lip.
The taste of blood.
—But.
(Now's not the time for regret.)
Komaru lifted her head.
In the darkness, she strains her eyes.
The numbness in her limbs has eased, just a little.
She desperately tries to sit up, putting strength into her core.
The rope creaked.
She rubs her wrists.
Scraping them against the concrete floor.
A gritty, scraping sound.
Skin shreds away.
Blood seeps out.
It hurts.
But she can't stop.
Senpai's face floats in her mind.
Long black hair.
Grayish-blue eyes.
The silver bracelet, a keepsake from her grandmother.
"Komaru-san, don't push yourself too hard."
The words senpai said on the rooftop come back to her.
"...I will push myself. For you, senpai."
Komaru clenched her teeth and scraped her wrists harder.
That moment—
Something glinted at the edge of her vision.
She focuses.
A corner of the underground storage room.
Old tools lie abandoned.
A rusty wrench.
A screwdriver.
Among them, a rusty saw blade.
(If I can reach that...)
Komaru twisted her body, moving little by little.
Like a caterpillar. Inching forward.
Sweat drips.
Her breathing is ragged.
Blood from her wrists draws lines on the floor.
A little more.
Just a little more and she can reach it.
Then, the inside of her left arm—burned with a sudden heat.
(Huh...)
She looks down.
Under her long sleeve.
The Regre Mark.
Right now, a seventh red line is faintly trying to surface.
Regress—the reversal phenomenon.
The seventh time leap is approaching.
(If I die, I can go back.)
(I can start over, one more time.)
A tempting lure crosses her mind.
—But.
(I'll lose my memories again.)
The price.
One of her most important memories will vanish.
Memories with senpai might disappear.
Memories of childhood days with Sakuya might disappear.
Her mother's face—there are already some she can't quite recall.
(Even so...)
Komaru shook her head.
(If it's to protect senpai.)
She reaches for the saw blade.
Her fingertips touched cold metal.
She grabs it.
She presses the blade against the rope binding her wrists.
It's rusty. The cutting edge is dull.
Over and over, she works it like a file.
Scrape... scrape...
One fiber snapped.
Two.
Three.
(I have to hurry.)
Sakuya has already called senpai out.
There's no time.
Blood runs from her wrists.
Pain blurs her vision.
But her hands don't stop.
(I will protect senpai. No matter what.)
—Snap.
The rope broke.
With her freed right hand, Komaru unties the rope on her left.
She unties the rope on her ankles too.
She staggered to her feet.
Her limbs are numb. They don't feel like her own.
She rushes to the iron door.
Push.
Pull.
—It won't move.
It's locked.
Can't be opened from the inside.
"Open... Open up!"
She pounds the door with her fists.
The iron only returns a dull sound.
Her voice reaches no one.
Komaru slumped down, sliding to the floor.
(I can't get out.)
The cold reality bears down on her.
(I can't protect senpai.)
Tears spilled.
—But.
She lifts her head.
(I'm not giving up yet.)
Komaru scanned the darkness once more.
A ventilation grate.
Near the ceiling. A small lattice.
She runs to it.
Stretching on her toes. Reaching up.
Her fingers barely brush it.
It's fixed with screws.
Maybe she can turn them with the saw blade.
Komaru gripped the blade tight.
(Until I protect senpai—I will never stop.)
In the darkness, a single thread of resolve alone drove her forward.
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