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 - Light that tears through darkness, the final sprint
23:00.
Tsukimori Housing Complex, Building C-4.
A crowbar wedged into the steel door's gap.
A shriek of metal.
Doumeki Teppei clenched his jaw, threw his whole weight into it. Muscles bulged in his arms. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
Clang.
The lock broke.
"Komaru!"
He kicked the heavy door open.
Cold air spilled out. The smell of mold, blood, and dust.
Doumeki clicked on his flashlight. The beam sliced the darkness.
On the floor, a small shape.
Kurikoma Komaru.
Collapsed on her side. Motionless.
Blood seeped from her right palm, staining the concrete.
Her lips were dry, cracked.
Doumeki rushed over.
Crouched down. Pressed fingers to her neck.
A pulse. Weak. But there.
"Made it in time."
A scene from fifteen years ago flashed through his mind.
The Minase serial arson case. The girl who surfaced in the investigation.
The desperate eyes the night they took her into custody.
The next day, she jumped into the Tachiba River.
He couldn't stop her.
Those eyes. Komaru had the same eyes.
Doumeki lifted Komaru's body.
He saw what her right hand was clutching.
A silver bracelet.
Catching the light, gleaming dully.
Komaru's eyelids trembled faintly.
"...Sen...pai."
A voice that wasn't a voice. Hoarse air leaked from her throat.
Doumeki twisted the cap off a plastic bottle, dripped water onto Komaru's lips.
"Drink. Slowly."
Komaru's throat moved. She choked. Coughed.
Her eyes opened.
Unfocused. Deep brown irises looked up at Doumeki.
"...Sensei."
"Don't talk. Save your strength."
"No... you don't..."
With trembling fingers, Komaru held up the bracelet.
"Senpai... Amagi, the hills... the walking path."
She forced the words out.
A voice about to tear apart.
"I know."
Doumeki nodded.
"Sakuya went there. I followed you. Driven by regret... for failing to save a student, fifteen years ago."
Komaru understood.
This man already knew everything.
"Can you stand?"
Komaru put a hand on the wall.
No strength in her arms. Her knees buckled.
She tried to rise. Collapsed.
Doumeki caught her.
"...Stand."
"Impossible. You haven't eaten or drunk anything in two days—"
"Let me stand!!"
Komaru's scream echoed through the basement.
Tears wet her dry cheeks.
Doumeki fell silent.
Komaru dug her nails into the wall, dragged her body up as if crawling.
Her knees finally straightened.
"I don't understand it."
Through tears, Komaru continued.
"Why I'm running. I don't even know myself."
The memories were almost gone now.
Her mother's face. Even her own name. Always blurred at the edges of her mind.
The housing complex plaza where she played with Sakuya. The elementary school classroom. She couldn't recall any of it.
But.
"My chest... it burns like it's on fire."
Komaru pressed her right hand to her chest.
"I have to go... to Senpai."
Doumeki looked into Komaru's eyes.
Eyes rushing toward death.
Same as fifteen years ago.
But different.
Back then, the girl's eyes held only despair — "I want it to end."
Komaru's eyes held a flame — "I want to protect."
"That's more like it."
Doumeki turned his back and crouched.
"Get on."
Komaru hesitated for a moment.
"Hurry up!"
Komaru collapsed onto Doumeki's back.
Doumeki stood and ran.
From underground to the surface.
Through the housing complex night.
Streetlights streamed past.
Cold wind struck their skin.
Doumeki's breathing was ragged.
An all-out sprint, brutal for a man of fifty.
"...This senpai. What kind of person?"
Running, Doumeki asked.
Komaru couldn't answer.
What kind of person? She couldn't quite remember.
But.
Deep in her chest, something glowed.
A smile.
A quiet, gentle smile.
Grayish-blue eyes.
Long black hair.
A silver bracelet swaying.
"...My light."
That was the last memory she had left.
—
Amagi Hills Walking Path.
A low mountain, 320 meters above sea level.
Trees rustled in the wind.
Countless stars flickered in the sky.
On a bench at the observation deck, Yakumo Shizuru sat.
Alone.
Her waist-length black hair swaying in the breeze.
She gazed up at the starry sky.
Eyes narrowed, an expression like she was looking somewhere far away.
It was quiet.
No insects. No wind. Everything distant.
—Crunch.
Footsteps on gravel.
Shizuru turned.
"...Sakuya-kun?"
Shinonome Sakuya stood there.
Soft brown hair.
Drooping eyes. A gentle face.
His usual smile.
The most popular smile in class.
"You came, Senpai."
"Is Komaru-san not with you?"
Sakuya didn't answer.
He just approached, slowly.
Shizuru tilted her head.
Sakuya had a hand in his pocket.
That hand was gripping something.
"...It's your fault, Senpai."
"...Huh?"
Sakuya tilted his head.
Still smiling.
No light behind his eyes.
"Because you're here, Komaru won't look at me."
He pulled his hand from his pocket.
A silver blade reflected the starlight.
A fruit knife.
Fifteen-centimeter blade.
Still bearing the price tag from Kawata Hardware.
The color drained from Shizuru's face.
"Sakuya-kun... what are you—"
She tried to stand. Froze.
Her legs wouldn't move.
Sakuya raised his arm.
"You're in the way."
—Stop.
A voice rang out.
Komaru's scream.
From below the slope.
Sakuya's arm halted.
He turned his gaze.
—A hand caked in dirt and blood emerged from the slope.
Clawing upward.
Kurikoma Komaru.
A cardigan stained with mud.
Disheveled black bob.
Blood trickling from her forehead. Knees scraped raw.
Komaru crawled onto the observation deck.
Breathless, she spread both arms wide.
She stood in front of Shizuru.
"...I won't let you."
The smile vanished from Sakuya's face.
"...Why."
The hand gripping the knife trembled.
"Why do you go this far!"
Sakuya's scream tore through the night.
"You've always been mine! Ever since elementary school!"
"If you're going to get in the way, then you too—"
Komaru looked at Sakuya.
(Who is this person?)
Soft brown hair.
Drooping eyes.
A face that seemed kind.
But she couldn't remember.
Not his name. Not their memories. Nothing.
Just a pain deep in her chest.
Komaru turned around.
Shizuru was there.
Frozen in place. Trembling.
Grayish-blue eyes.
Long black hair.
The moment she saw those eyes — a flame roared to life deep in her chest.
(This person.)
Komaru pointed at Shizuru.
"...This person."
Her voice didn't waver.
"Is my light."
Sakuya stepped back.
"...What are you..."
That instant.
From behind Sakuya, two arms reached out.
"It's over!"
Doumeki pinned Sakuya's arms from behind.
Sakuya thrashed.
The knife swung wildly.
"Let go! You—!"
The blade grazed Doumeki's arm.
Blood flew.
Still, Doumeki didn't let go.
"Shizuru, run!"
Shizuru tried to pull Komaru's hand.
"Komaru-san, let's go!"
Komaru didn't move.
She was staring at Sakuya.
"Sakuya-kun."
A quiet voice.
Sakuya's movements stopped.
"...I'm sorry. I can't remember you."
Tears spilled from Komaru's eyes.
"But you were always with me, weren't you."
The inside of her left arm burned hot.
The Regret Mark throbbed.
Komaru smiled.
"I'll end it with this."
Sakuya's eyes widened.
"...What are you—"
Komaru started walking toward Sakuya.
Stumbling steps.
"Komaru-san!!"
Shizuru's scream chased after her.
Komaru stood before Sakuya.
"If I die, I can start over again."
Sakuya's face twisted in terror.
"Stop... stay away!"
"It's okay. I'll do better next time."
Komaru reached out her hand.
Toward Sakuya's trembling hand — the hand gripping the knife.
"Stay awaaaaay!!!"
Sakuya lost all reason, tried to drive the blade into Komaru.
Doumeki shouted.
Shizuru screamed Komaru's name.
—I'm sorry, Senpai.
Komaru closed her eyes.
Deep in her chest, a flame burned quietly.
Even if her name, her memories, everything disappeared.
She would protect this person's smile, no matter what.
Seven cycles of reincarnation would end here.
Komaru threw herself toward the blade.
In that instant.
Something raced across the night sky.
Not a shooting star.
Not a gust of wind.
Just — Kurikoma Komaru's left arm glowed crimson.
The Regret Mark.
The seven lines pulsed as if alive, radiating light.
Space warped.
Sound vanished.
Sakuya's weapon reached for Komaru's chest — in that moment.
The world stopped.
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