𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑒 [ ObaMitsu fanfic/ R-(MA)] Kimetsu No Yaiba

Chapter 103 - More than a memory

Chapter Song: Arcane, Dv4d - "Remember Me" ( I used this song to help me write this chapter and the next)

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Weeks Later:

I sat in the sterile stillness of my hospital room, motionless, staring out the window at the silhouette of Mt. Fuji. Its presence was calm, unyielding—a silent witness to the chaos festering in my chest. My body ached, my wounds still raw, but the pain in my heart was worse, broken and cracked in ways no amount of time could ever heal.

The memory played over and over in my mind, a scene I couldn't escape no matter how desperately I tried. It had been burned into me, an unrelenting brand. Mitsuri's parents—furious, devastated—stormed into my room like a hurricane of grief and rage.

Her father's hands were on me before I could even react. He grabbed my shirt, yanking me forward, shaking me hard enough to make my injuries scream. His voice was venomous, his words sharp as daggers.

"You promised her protection, and you failed her! You failed my daughter!"

The accusation hit me harder than any wound I'd ever received. I couldn't respond, couldn't find a single word to defend myself. How could I? He was right. I had failed her.

I wasn't the type to cry—I hadn't cried in years—but that day, the tears came. Silent and searing, they blurred my vision as I stared into her father's furious eyes. I tried to hold his gaze, but I felt my strength waver. What I saw in his eyes wasn't just anger—it was fear and frustration .

All that I had caused.

"You will never see her again!" he had screamed, his voice cracking under the weight of his rage. "We're bring her back with us, and the two of you are finished! You'll never see her again!"

The words were a poison, sinking deep into my skin and spreading through every corner of my soul. I couldn't even protest, couldn't beg them not to take her away. My throat had closed up, the weight of guilt silencing me completely.

And just like that. They took her away.

Her parents transferred her to another hospital, somewhere far, somewhere I didnt know. I wanted to scream, to claw my way out of this bed and follow them, but I couldn't move. I was left alone, paralyze in a silence so heavy it threatened to crush me.

The days blurred together, indistinguishable from the nights. Weeks passed, and I stayed in the same position, staring out at Mt. Fuji as if it could somehow give me the answers I so desperately needed.

Visitors came. The Rengokus. Others. They brought with them words of comfort, encouragement. But I didn't want their words. I didn't want their pity or their kindness.

I wanted her.

All I could do was think of her—Mitsuri. My light. My warmth. My everything.

I replayed one night in my mind over and over again, clinging to the memory as though it were the last thread tying me to the world. We had shared a cigarette under the stars, her laughter soft, her smile brighter than the moon itself. That night, for the first time in my cursed life, I had felt like I belonged. She had promised to stay by my side, and I had believed her.

Now she was gone.

I stared at Mt. Fuji, searching for answers that would never come, and whispered bitterly to the empty air. "I should've died that night."

The thought didn't scare me. It was the truth. If I had died, I wouldn't be left with this unbearable void, this weight of failure and regret pressing down on me.

The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the hospital machines. My chest felt heavy, my throat dry.

I closed my eyes, and for a fleeting moment, I could see her face again. Her smile, her eyes full of life.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mitsuri..."