Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

For Toru Kujo, this was the first time he had seen this memory.

But Suzumoto Mayu had already witnessed it once before.

And they were all so powerless, only able to be spectators.

As the person on the other end of the phone spoke, the air fell silent.

The woman stood alone in the same spot.

The setting sun cast her shadow on the door.

Cars came and went behind him, but Yin Longqi (…four) Siwulu ∞ never stopped.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go over with my husband tonight."

His voice trembled, and his back hunched over.

He hung up the phone and pressed his forehead against the door.

The phone slipped from my hand.

It fell to the ground.

The scene changes again.

The rain began to fall in a light drizzle.

On the tombstone, the girl's smiling face was so innocent.

Both sides were lined with relatives dressed in black mourning clothes.

A pitch-black umbrella was held overhead.

Like blooming black flowers.

The woman was not carrying an umbrella.

He stood there, stunned, behind the tombstone.

He held an urn containing ashes in his hands.

She let the cold rain pelt her.

The bell rang.

The funeral began.

With trembling hands, he placed the urn into the small, enclosed cement room.

Her movements were very gentle and very careful.

Just like when I first held that tiny body in my arms at the hospital.

The warm body has been transformed into this small box in front of me.

His eyes were lifeless.

Rainwater slid down her face from her hair.

Watching the cover being sealed.

The cement sealed the gaps.

One by one, the people stepped forward and bowed to the girl's smiling face.

Someone looked at her, a hint of hesitation on their face.

But in the end, he sighed and left.

The once vast cemetery eventually became empty.

Only rows of cold tombstones silently watched over the two people.

"Is that your father?"

Kujo Toru looked at the middle-aged man comforting the other person and had a guess in his mind.

"Correct."

Suzumoto Mayu nodded painfully.

How is he now?

The girl didn't say anything.

The scene changes again.

This time, they came to the courtroom.

The woman and the middle-aged man stood in the plaintiff's seat.

He held a black and white portrait of Suzumoto Mayu in his hands.

His eyes were filled with resentment as he stared intently at the three junior high school boys in the dock.

Looking at their nonchalant faces, Kujo Toru seemed somewhat familiar.

"The three people who died inside the factory?"

"Yes."

Despite having her enemy in front of her, Suzumoto Mayu's gaze remained fixed on her mother.

Looking at the other person's haggard appearance and the few gray hairs on their head, I took a deep breath.

A large hand pressed down on her hand.

Turning around, I saw Kujo Toru withdraw his hand.

boom!

The gavel struck.

The judge announced the final verdict:

"The evidence of murder and dismemberment is conclusive. Given that the three individuals are under the age of sixteen, their sentences should be reduced in accordance with the law. The final judgment is as follows."

"Sentenced to six years in prison, suspended for six years, to be served after he turns twenty!"

The world spun around.

When the scene stabilized again, they had returned to the Suzumoto residence.

The living room was not tidy.

There was a lot of dust and dirt on the ground.

Empty wine bottles were scattered everywhere.

Smoke curled up in the air.

The man took a deep drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

The room was already filled with cigarette butts.

Looking at the woman sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the woman's photo, a resolute look appeared in his eyes.

"Aoi, I intend to appeal again!"

The woman turned her head and looked at the man with a full beard.

A glimmer of light appeared in his dull eyes.

"I've made up my mind. This ruling is completely unreasonable, and I cannot accept it!"

The man stood up from the sofa and put on his suit.

Then he went into the bathroom, shaved his beard, and combed his hair.

He stepped out again, picked up his car keys, and prepared to leave.

"I'm resigning, I'm going to find the best lawyer, I'm going to appeal again, and I'm determined to make those three beasts get the punishment they deserve!"

The man took a deep breath.

His expression was resolute.

The woman gently placed the photo aside and then walked up to the man.

"I support you."

The sound was very soft.

She reached out to straighten the man's collar and then helped him tie his tie.

Then she watched the man leave.

Just like before, watching him go to work.

But that little figure beside me is no longer there.

Time was sped up.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

The man kept going out and coming back.

His face looked more and more tired each day.

The smile on the woman's face gradually disappeared.

The amount of furniture in the house is decreasing.

The clothes have become old and worn.

The car keys have also disappeared without me noticing.

The woman's gray hair is increasing.

The wrinkles on the man's face are increasing.

The number of wine bottles in the house is also increasing.

until a certain day.

The man never returned.

One day, two days...

One week, two weeks...

The woman sat alone in the empty house.

She changed into a red dress.

He kept a family photo of the three of them close to his chest.

Standing alone in the doorway.

Suzumoto Mayu really wanted to go up and give her a hug.

But she couldn't do it.

This is my mother's memory.

It happened a long time ago.

and……

She is dead.

"Cocoon, be a good child, listen to your mother, and live a good life."

A gentle voice, brimming with warmth, came from the doorway.

Suzumoto Mayu looked up in surprise.

But all that could be seen was the closed door.

The world is broken.

Kujo Toru returned to reality.

The crimson imperial crown rolled to the ground.

Pitch-black liquid kept dripping onto it.

Suzumoto Mayu, who was standing to the side, already had tears welling up in her eyes.