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 Final Seven Days, and Into the Light
The stars are twinkling.
The observation deck on the Amagi Hills walking trail.
Altitude: 320 meters. The wind stirs the trees.
Yakumo Shizuru sat on a bench.
Her waist-length black hair flows in the wind.
Her grayish-blue eyes gaze up at the night sky.
On her left wrist, a silver bracelet swayed faintly.
It was quiet.
No insects. No wind. Distant.
—Crunch.
Footsteps on gravel.
Shizuru turned.
"...Sakuya-kun?"
Shinonome Sakuya stands there.
Soft brown hair. Drooping eyes. A gentle face.
His usual smile.
"You came, senpai."
"Is Komaru-san not with you?"
Sakuya doesn't answer.
He approaches slowly.
His hands are in his pockets.
Those hands are gripping something.
"...It's your fault, senpai."
"...Huh?"
Sakuya tilts his head.
Still smiling.
No light in his eyes.
"Because you're here, Komaru won't look at me."
He pulls his hand from his pocket.
A silver blade reflects the starlight.
A fruit knife.
Blade length: fifteen centimeters.
The blood drains from Shizuru's face.
"Sakuya-kun... what are you—"
She tries to stand. Her legs won't move.
Sakuya raised his arm.
"You're in the way."
—Stop.
A voice rang out.
From below the slope.
Sakuya's arm freezes.
He turns his gaze.
—A hand, covered in dirt and blood, emerged from the slope.
Crawling up.
Kurikoma Komaru.
A cardigan stained with mud.
Disheveled black short bob.
Blood streaming from her forehead. Knees scraped raw.
Komaru crawled onto the observation deck.
Breathless, she spreads both arms wide.
She stood before Shizuru.
"...I won't let you."
The smile vanishes from Sakuya's face.
"...Why."
The hand gripping the knife trembles.
"Why go that far?! You're mine! You've always been mine! Since elementary school!"
Komaru looked at Sakuya.
Soft brown hair.
Drooping eyes.
A face that seems kind.
But she can't remember.
Not his name. Not her memories. Nothing at all.
Only a deep ache in her chest.
Komaru turned around.
Shizuru is there.
Frozen in place. Trembling.
Grayish-blue eyes.
Long black hair.
The moment she saw those eyes—a flame blazed deep in her chest.
(This person.)
Komaru points at Shizuru.
"...This person."
Her voice did not shake.
"Is my light."
Sakuya steps back.
"...What are you—"
That instant.
From behind Sakuya, two arms extended.
"It's over!"
Doumeki pins his arms behind his back.
Sakuya thrashes.
The knife swings wildly.
"Let go! You—!"
The blade grazes Doumeki's arm.
Blood flies.
Still, Doumeki does not let go.
"Shizuru, run!"
Shizuru tries to pull Komaru's hand.
"Komaru-san, let's go!"
Komaru didn't move.
She stares at Sakuya.
"...Sakuya-kun."
A quiet voice.
Sakuya stops moving.
"I'm sorry. I can't remember you."
Tears spill from Komaru's eyes.
"But you were always with me, weren't you."
The inside of her left arm burns hot.
The Regret Mark throbs.
Komaru smiled.
"I'll end this now."
Sakuya's eyes widen.
"...What are you—"
Komaru started walking toward Sakuya.
Stumbling steps.
"Komaru-san!!"
Shizuru's scream chases from behind.
Komaru stood before Sakuya.
"If I die, it all starts over."
Sakuya's face twists 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 AWAAAAY!!!"
Sakuya loses himself. Tries to drive the blade into Komaru.
Doumeki shouts.
Shizuru calls Komaru's name.
—I'm sorry, senpai.
Komaru closed her eyes.
Deep in her chest, a flame quietly burns.
Even if her name, her memories, everything vanishes.
She will protect this person's smile. No matter what.
Seven cycles of reincarnation end here.
Komaru threw herself toward the blade.
In that instant.
Something streaks across the night sky.
Not a shooting star.
Not a gust of wind.
Just—Kurikoma Komaru's left arm glowed crimson.
The Regret Mark.
Seven lines pulse as if alive. Emitting light.
Space distorts.
Sound vanishes.
Sakuya's weapon reaches Komaru's chest—in that moment.
The world stopped.
──
Chirp chirp.
Sparrows singing outside the window.
Morning light slips through a gap in the curtains.
A narrow band of light falls across the bed.
Komaru opened her eyes.
Opened her eyes. Stared at the ceiling.
A white ceiling.
One small stain.
It looks familiar.
She sits up.
Looks around the room.
Desk. Bookshelf. Closet.
A uniform hangs on a hanger.
All of it looks familiar.
But—
Komaru tilted her head.
(Where is this?)
She knows it's her room.
But why is she here?
Why was she sleeping in bed?
What was she doing yesterday?
She can't remember anything.
Komaru got out of bed.
Her phone is on the desk.
She picks it up. The screen lights up.
June 15th. Friday. 7:12 AM.
(June...?)
She tilts her head.
She feels like she had to do something.
But she can't remember what.
On the back of the phone, a small sticker is affixed.
"Protect the one you love."
Her own handwriting.
The one she loves.
(...Who?)
She can't remember.
But deep in her chest, heat rises.
A flame burns.
Screaming at her: Protect them.
(I have to protect someone.)
Komaru gripped her phone.
Her fingers move on their own.
Tapping the screen.
A cloud storage app opens.
A folder appears.
"Evidence"
Inside the folder: image files and memos.
Komaru couldn't understand the contents.
A stun gun purchase history.
Memos recording someone's actions.
The name: Shinonome Sakuya.
All of it. Unknown.
But her fingers remember.
She opens the address book.
"Doumeki-sensei."
"Minase Police Station."
She presses the share button.
Selects the files.
Sends.
Transmission complete.
Komaru put the phone down.
She doesn't understand what she just did.
But her body was trembling.
She collapses onto the bed.
Tears spill.
(Who am I?)
Her name is Kurikoma Komaru.
She knows that.
But what kind of person she is. What she likes. Who she laughed with—
All of it. Gone.
(I'm scared.)
She curls up.
But deep in her chest alone—remains hot.
(I have to protect them.)
Who?
She can't remember.
Even so. That feeling alone absolutely refused to vanish.
──
Tsukimori Housing Complex. Building C-4.
The red lights of police cars stain the complex walls.
8:00 AM.
Three officers storm a second-floor apartment.
A raid triggered by Doumeki's anonymous tip.
Shinonome Sakuya sat on the bed in his room.
He didn't resist.
At hand: an open bag.
Inside: a stun gun and a notebook filled with dense writing.
Records of Shizuru's movements.
An officer puts handcuffs on him.
All expression drained from Sakuya's face.
"...Where's Komaru."
No one answers.
"Komaru is mine."
Head hung low, Sakuya was taken away.
──
Kureha Memorial Hospital.
A private room on the third floor.
White walls. White sheets.
Blue sky visible outside the window.
Komaru sat on the bed, hugging her knees.
She doesn't remember why she was brought to the hospital.
According to the nurse, she was found collapsed at home.
Diagnosed with symptoms of amnesia.
But even that didn't really make sense to Komaru.
She doesn't even know what she's lost.
She looks out the window.
Clouds drift by.
—Knock knock.
A knock at the door.
The door opened quietly.
Yakumo Shizuru stood there.
Waist-length black hair.
Grayish-blue eyes.
Those eyes were swollen red from crying.
On her left wrist, a silver bracelet sways.
Komaru looked at Shizuru.
(...Who is she?)
But deep in her chest, the flame flickered.
This person.
The one she wanted to protect. This person.
Her mind doesn't understand.
But her heart knows.
Shizuru approached Komaru's bed.
One step. Another. Slowly.
She takes Komaru's hand.
Wraps it in both of hers.
Warm hands.
"...I'm sorry."
Shizuru's voice trembled.
"Because of me... everything. Everything."
Tears fell onto the back of Komaru's hand.
Komaru gazes at Shizuru's face.
(Who is this person?)
(But—she's someone very precious.)
"...Why are you crying?"
Komaru tilted her head.
Shizuru looked up.
Eyes wet with tears gaze at Komaru.
"You don't remember... me, or anything at all."
Komaru nodded.
"Yeah. But."
She places a hand on her own chest.
"It's warm in here."
Shizuru's voice caught in her throat.
She squeezes Komaru's hand tighter.
"This time, I will—"
Shizuru wiped her tears. Looked straight into Komaru's eyes.
"This time, I will absolutely protect you."
Komaru blinked.
She couldn't quite grasp the meaning of those words.
But the warmth of Shizuru's hand seeped into her chest. Somehow, she felt at ease.
"...Thank you."
Komaru smiled a little.
A cute smile. Befitting her age.
Shizuru gripped Komaru's hand once more.
Outside the window, the clouds parted. Light streamed into the hospital room.
The seven red lines etched on Komaru's left arm no longer held heat.
They were just there. Quietly.
Proof that she died seven times. Fought seven times.
Even if memories vanish, the bonds she protected do not.
The warmth of Shizuru's hand was proof of that.
The wind sways the curtains.
A new day was about to begin.
Komaru remembers nothing.
But deep in her chest, she felt like someone was smiling.
For now, that alone was enough.
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