anohana 11

"A...are you sure?" Poppo trembled, unable to believe the writing in the diary before him.

The page turned on it's own as big, loopy writing began to fill the next set of pages.

"Yes," Menma wrote. "I'm so glad I finally remembered my wish!"

The page turned. Poppo could not see the girl before him, but the writing that appeared before his eyes made her presence known. It was certainly Menma's writing -- the childish font had not changed in ten years.

"Now I can finally be free! My wish is very special, Poppo! Only you can make it come true!"

Poppo raised his arms into the air. "Of course I'll help you, Menma! Anything! What do you need me to do?"

Poppo leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on the writing, eagerly. Impatient, he began to chew on his lip. There, before him, were the instructions that could help Menma's spirit finally ascend to Heaven -- instructions designed specially for him! Poppo had tried to support the others in their attempts to free her, but now Menma's fate was in his hands!

"I want you to rape Jintan."

"Rape... Jinta?"

"Yes, Poppo! My wish is for you to rape Jinta!"

On the page, the words were being spoken by a crudely-drawn kitten. Menma's cute pictures were in sharp contrast to the horrible deed she requested.

"Are you sure that's your wish, Menma? I mean, I doesn't..."

Before Poppo could finish, the sound of pen against paper cut him short.

"Please, Poppo! You MUST rape Jintan! If you don't, I won't be able to move on!"

The diary began to spring off the table, shoved into Poppo's face. Poppo couldn't help but focus his eyes on the word "rape" -- scanning it over and over again with disbelieving eyes.

"Ok! Ok! I'll help!"

The diary fell back onto the table as the writing continued.

"Hooray! Thank you, Poppo! Jintan left the door unlocked. He's probably sleeping."

The page turned.

"It's the perfect opportunity The perfect opportunity for rape."

The page turned again.

"Please, Poppo. Rape Jintan and let me free!"

The diary closed itself and the clubhouse door opened, signalling their departure. Poppo mounted his scooter and secured his helmet. The pressure around his waist signified Menma was situated behind him.

"Be careful Menma. This is a one-passenger ride."

Cautioning a ghost for safety made no sense, but he was sure Menma would at least appreciate the gesture. Poppo chuckled to himself over the absurdity, but the humor wasn't enough to keep his hands from trembling. He gripped the handlebars tighter.

Poppo felt the warm breeze rush past him. He had hoped for the ride to last longer, but he had traveled the road to Jinta's many times. The front door of the flat opened up -- another signal from Menma. Sure enough, it was unlocked.

Poppo nervously made his way through the entrance.

His blood froze.

There, in the main room was Jinta, slouched over. The TV was on -- in the middle a video game -- but Jinta must have fallen asleep; playing games in order to pass the time until Menma returned.

As the outside breeze brushed up behind him, he swore he could hear Menma's voice whisper to him.

"Yes, Poppo. Rape Jintan in his virgin ass. Only rape can set me free..."

The whimsical hum from the television set was perfect for Poppo to hide the sounds of his steps. He hovered behind Jinta's sleeping body, nervously fumbling with his belt.

His pants fell to his ankles.

Then his boxers.

He slowly crouched down, level with Jinta. He tilted his body, trying to see if his childhood friend was still asleep. Underneath his tangled hair, he could barely make out a pair of eyes -- still closed, thank God.

If only Jinta could stay that way. Poppo leaned back, his plump fingers now tucked in Jinta's waistband, slowly pulling it down...

"What the fuck?"

Jinta began to thrash, obviously uncomfortable. Poppo released his fingers from the insides of Jinta's pants as his victim thrashed away, darting up from the pillow he was laying on.

"Poppo! What are you doing here?"

"Granting Menma's wish."

"What?" Jinta gave a nervous laugh, convinced he was still asleep. "Is molesting me Menma's wish?"

The solemn look in Poppo's eyes gave the answer.

Jinta tried to run away, but Poppo's massive figure pinned him to the ground, unable to move. As Jinta tried to squirm, Poppo pressed one hand against his body to keep him in place, the other pulling at his pants.

"NO! STOP! POPPO, PLEASE DON'T!"

Wish Jinta's smooth ass exposed, Poppo began to slide his massive girth into it, the tight fit causing Jinta to scream in pain.

"Please bare with me, Jinta..." Said Poppo, tears welling in his eyes. "This is for Menma! Remember: this is for Menma!"

Jinta began to squirm more violently, freeing his tight ass from Poppo's cock. Poppo wrapped his arms around Jinta, pulling him back. With another thrust, he was back in Jinta, ready to finish the job.

"PLEASE, POPPO! PLEASE DON'T RAPE ME!!!"

"But I must rape you!" he cried. "Please, let Menma move on!"

"I don't understand," Jinta cried. "Why me? Why does Menma want this."

Jinta looked to the left, his face frozen in horror. Poppo realized he must have noticed Menma in the room. He could only imagine her reaction to the horrible sight.

Poppo began to cum, pulling himself out of Jinta's anus. Jinta turned around to face his attacker, but at that moment Poppo's cock sent out another wave of semen., spraying over Jinta until his face was caked with it.

Jinta tried to wipe it off before being reduced to a screaming mess. He curled up onto his pillow, his face buried deep into it to mask the sobs.

"Why... Menma?" He whimpered. "Why?"

His head lowered, Poppo opened the door and returned to his scooter. His face was locked into a grim expression unchanged by the strong breezes whipping his face.

Returning to the clubhouse, Poppo slouched in his chair, turning his childhood tea cup over in his hands. A faint smile crawled upon his lips, mismatched by the dead look in his eyes. He threw the tea cup to the floor and it shattered into a million pieces, scattered across the clubhouse.

Turning away, Poppo directed his attention to Menma's diary, innocently lying on the table.

The diary flipped open.

"Menma?" Poppo cried, sitting up. "Menma, are you still here?"

The pen began to move across the diary in response.

"I was afraid of this!" Was the only reply, a tearful rabbit picture adorning the page.

"Afraid of what? Isn't this what you wanted, Menma? Wasn't that horrible deed enough to set you free?"

"No," The writing began to appear. "It was not. I thought having you rape Jinta would set me free, but it didn't!"

The page turned.

"You know what this means, don't you?"

Poppo only shook his head. The writing resumed.

"It means you must rape them all, Poppo. Rape ALL of the Super Peace Busters. Only then will I go to Heaven!"

"But Menma, I can't. After what I did to Jinta..."

"Please, Poppo." The diary said. "Only you can save me! Only when you have covered Anaru's chest with globs of cum will I rest in peace."

Poppo bowed his head.

"Don't worry Menma, I can lure the others here no problem. They're sure to come if you're involved."

Poppo pulled out his phone. Anjou was first on his list list. The phone rang a few times.

"Huh? Poppo?" He heard a sleepy voice on the other line. "Do you know what time it is?"

"I need you to come over to the secret base. It's about Menma. I've... discovered her wish."

"What? I'll be right over." The line disconnected.

Anjou appeared at the secret base in minutes. She came through the door, her hair undone and her jacket wrinkled.

"What is it, Poppo?" Asked Anaru. "Wait, aren't the others supposed to be here? I thought you said you discovered Menma's wish..."

Poppo leaned in, trapping her against the wall.

"I did."

"Poppo, what are you..."

"Are you still wearing pajamas under that jacket, Anaru?"

"What are you?"

Poppo began to unzip Anjou's jacket...

"Stop!" Anjou cried, beating Poppo with her fists, but it was no use.

"I must rape you Anjou. I must save Menma."

A lacy white nightgown was under Anjoy's jacket, a mature look unfitting for her age.

"Now, now, if you're going to dress like that, you can't complain about it!" Poppo beamed as he moved the straps off, revealing her bare breasts.

"Time for a titty-fuck!"

Poppo's pants were already undone, presumably by Menma, allowing his to waste no time as he slid his cock between Anjou's breasts.

"Stop Poppo!" She screamed. Poppo rubbed his cock around her face, wiping her tears with his cock before shoving it into her sobbing mouth. Poppo bucked his hips, sending load after load of cum into her throat. He couldn't tell if she was sobbing or choking.

Anjou slumped to the flour, her naked, cum-soaked body on display for Poppo. Poppo grimaced and turned away from the wreck, only to notice the diary floating, turned to a new page.

"Good work, Poppo!" It read. "Rape Yukiatsu next."

"Yukiatsu? But I don't have his number..."

"It's alright," Menma assured him. "I have a feeling his out tonight."

"You mean --? But I thought he stopped..."

The diary waved, shooing Poppo out the door. Poppo narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, there was Yukiatsu in the distance, stumbling around in the woods; his flowing white dress flapping behind him.

"You think he would've learned to avoid this area."

Poppo began to head for the woods, but the diary was once again shoved in front of him.

"What now, Menma? I need to go..."

"Anaru is still awake!" The diary warned. "You must prevent her from escaping..."

"But I don't have time!"

"There is always time for rape," Menma wrote. "Fuck her until she passes out."

Poppo dropped his pants again, forced to comply. Still sobbing Anjou turned her head up towards Poppo's intimidating figure.

"What! No? Get away from me..."

Wasting no time, Poppo thrusted Anjou towards him, squeezing into her surprisingly tight vagina.

"No!" She sobbed, shaking violently as Poppo fucked her senseless, cumming over and over again. Although her better judgement disagreed, Anjou was clearly enjoying it, her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head.

"Now it's time for ass rape," Popo informed, once again pinning Anjou against the wall of the secret base before propping her up with his dick. Anjou began bouncing limply on Poppo's cock. Her butt crusted with sperm, Poppo dropped her to the ground. She was gone, lost in extreme ecstasy.

"Excellent," read the diary. "Now after Yukiatsu! I must get to Heaven.

Poppo crawled through the woods after the willowy figure of Yukiatsu. However, subtly was not his strongpoint, and he was immediately spotted. Frightened, Yukiatsu gave chase. Poppo was no match for Yukiatsu, who was a well-trained athlete. Fortunately, the nighttime worked to his advantage. In the dark, Yukiatsu tripped on a gnarled root, sending him crashing down.

“Yukiatsu…” Poppo called ahead, immediately noticing his prey had been immobilized. “Are you ok?”

His face buried in his wig, Yukiatsu turned away, bitter that he had once again been found out. He lay before Poppo defeated not only physically but emotionally.

“I… I twisted my ankle.”

Yukiatsu looked into Poppo’s eyes, but he was not met by Poppo’s friendly gaze. His eyes were glazed

“Poppo, are you al—“

“I am sorry, Yukiatsu, but I must rape you. It is what Menma desires.”

Yukiatsu forced a laugh. “Is this some kind of joke?” But Poppo remained silent, slowly creeping forward. Panicked, he tried to stand on his injured leg, the pain only forcing him back down. “Please, tell me this is a joke!”

Poppo lifted his dress.

Wham! Yukiatsu hit Poppo’s cheek in retaliation. However, Poppo remained unaffected, staring through him with those dead eyes. He slowly began to massage Yukiatsu’s leg up and down. Poppo pinned down his victim’s arm before it could once again

“You sick fuck! How can you get turned on by this?”

“I find no pleasure in this. But Menma does. And because you love her, won’t you please help fulfill her dying wish?”

He blushed at Poppo’s words. It was sick and wrong, but the mere thought of Menma began to excite him.

“I request that you keep you wig on while I’m raping you.”

Poppo pinned Yukiatsu to the ground, hiking his dress up. Even his undergarments were chosen to match Menma – a plain white pair of panties hugging his ass. As they were removed, Yukiatsu flinched, like a child waiting for a shot. He knew the moment Poppo was fucking him – the sharp pain filling his body. He let out a cry of pain that echoed throughout the forest.

“Please, make it stop!”

“I wish I could!”

Yukiatsu held onto his wig, his knuckles white from the grip. Taking advantage of the moment, Poppo tugged on the wig, pushing himself deeper into Yukiatsu’s luscious man ass. Cum poured from Poppo’s girth, spreading cum frosting onto Yukiatsu’s butt cake. He licked Yukiatsu’s face, salty from tears. Delicious, delicious tears. Finally done, Poppo let Yukiatsu go. He only crawled a bit before collapsing on the ground in tears – just like all of Poppo’s other victims had done before. He began to realize that people pretty much responded to rapes the same way. His friends, of greatly contrasting personalities, wound up the same emotional wreck.

Looking at Yukiatsu’s trembling figure underneath his torn dress, Poppo nodded, affirming his conquest over Yukiatsu’s anus. Tsurumi was the last of the Super Peace Busters due for a dicking. Then Menma would finally be in peace – himself as well. He heard a slight vibration. Then another.
A few feet away from Yukiatsu was his cellphone, coming alive with an incoming call. The ID read “Chiroko Tsurumi”.

Poppo took a deep breath, answering the phone.

“Hello, Tsurumi?”

“Thank goodness, I’ve been trying to get th – Wait, P… Poppo,” the voice on the other line cried.

“Where’s Yukiatsu?”

“Look, there’s been a problem…” Poppo began to gnaw on his bottom lip.

“A problem…” Tsurumi’s voice echoed, cold and unaffected. “I see.”

“It’s really serious. I need you to come down to the secret base right now.”

“I understand. In fact –

“—I’m already there.”

The last line wasn’t from the phone. Poppo heard a loud bang. The bark on the tree behind him exploded. Then, Tsurumi came out of the clearing, a large rifle in her hands. She was only an arm’s length away from Poppo, the barrel of the gun meeting his face.

“I don’t mean to be a cliché, but that was a warning shot. At this distance, the next shot won’t miss.”

“Tsuroko! W-What’s with the gun? How did you get here so fast?”

“You can cut the bullshit, Poppo. I know what you’ve done. I received a text from Anjou not long ago about Menma, but when I tried to call back, she didn’t answer. Neither did you, or Yukiatsu. But Jinta did. He told me everything.”

She cocked the gun, her eyes digging into Poppo’s.

“You’re inhuman.”

“Tsuroko… No, Tsurumi… How do you have one of those things?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you, but would you believe me if I said some of my relatives had yakuza ties?” She responded with a fairly plausible in-story explanation.

Tsurumi pushed the gun closer. “You monster. Jinta told me what you had done. I called the authorities.”

“—But—“

“And I saw Anjou’s corpse in the clubhouse too. How could you?”

“Corpse? No, Tsurumi, you don’t understand!” Poppo frantically waved his hands. “She’s not dead, merely passed out.”

“No, YOU don’t understand Poppo. You were too wild with her and tore her anus. There was blood all over the floor… And she was unconscious and unable to receive any help.”

“You mean –“

“Yes, Poppo. You fucked Anjou to death.”

Tsurumi looked down at Yukiatsu’s body with pity, mouthing his name over and over. Poppo took a small step closer. Although Tsurumi’s words were heartless, her hesitation to pull the trigger told him otherwise.

Tsurumi cocked her rifle one more for warning, drawing her attention towards Poppo once more. Tears began flowing from behind her glasses.

“How could you do this to Yukiatsu and the others? What sick enjoyment do you receive from this?”

“It’s not me, Tsurumi! Menma wrote it in her diary – she wanted me to rape Jinta, then the others.”

“Menma’s final wish is for you to rape everyone? How dare you use her as an excuse for your disgusting fantasies,” She frowned, adjusting her glasses. “Do you really expect me to believe that load of –“

The sound of broken twigs came behind Tsurumi.

Panicked, she turned around; firing a round into a nearby tree. However, there was nobody there. It was Menma’s diary, floating by itself. “Tsuroko, stop!” it read.

“Menma…” She gasped. “I… Is it true?”

The page turned. Although Menma could not write in the diary outside the secret base, there was a prewritten message: “Poppo is telling the truth. All of the Super Peace Busters must be raped.”

The page turned.

“Even you.”

Tsurumi began to quiver. Even her rational train of thought couldn’t hold together the absurdity of the situation. Why would the innocent Menma wish such a fate upon her friends? Had her accidental death made her a vengeful spirit? What had she and the others done to deserve this?

Tsurumi heard the heavy footfalls close in on her, she swatted the diary to the ground, attempting to cock her rifle and a turn it back on Poppo, but she didn’t have time. Outmatched in physical strength, Poppo was able to easily knock her down, prying the rifle from her hands. She had let down her guard, and would now pay the price.

“I’m sorry, Tsuroko.” Poppo bit his lip, tears rolling down his eyes. He held the rifle, now trained on Tsurumi. With the safety on, her gently lifted her skirt with the rifle’s muzzle. Tsurumi could only let out a mild, unpleasant groan as Poppo used the gun to pull her panties down the her ankles, slowly inserting the barrel into her moistening pussy.

“No! Poppo!” Tsurumi bit her lip, unsure whether to moan or scream. “You can’t do this…”

“But I must. For Menma.”

“T-the authorities will be here soon. I told you that.”

“Then I shouldn’t waste time.”

Poppo moved the musket in and out of Tsurumi, pushing in deeper every time. Although she made muffled groans, her body was unflinching. Fluids leaked from her moistening pussy, sticking to the barrel. As Poppo began to force the barrel in, it became more painful, her moans turning into disgusted shrieks.

“Poppo! It hurts to much, please stop!”

“It does not stop until you are fully raped. Now turn over.”

Although reluctant, Tsurumi had no decision but to comply, turning over so that Poppo could shove the gun into her ass – letting out a muffled cry of pain. Inside her head she screamed for Yukiatsu to save her, but after seeing his sniveling, pitiful figure, she knew he was in no state to fight back. She thought of how Anjou was in her position only moments before. But Anjou was dead, and she could be too.

At that moment, a horrible idea crept into Poppo’s mind. A disgusting, vulgar joke completely wrong for such a soul-shattering moment – but he couldn’t keep himself from saying it.

“I’m about to fire my load,” quipped Popo softly – which only Tsurumi’s body tense up in fear. Her ass tightened, closing around the gun.

“It’s stuck…” Cried Popo as he frantically tried to loosen the gun squirming around inside her. The moment he pried it from Tsurumi, her pussy began to drip. Poppo wiped the top of the gun with his shirt, taking it with him back to the clubhouse. He watched Tsurumi curl up next to Yukiatsu, the two ass-pained youths clinging together.

Poppo returned to the secret base with his head hung low. As much as he wanted to cry, he couldn’t. The raping had left him an emotionless shell. He swung the door open with heavy arms

There, in the middle of the secret base, was Menma’s brother Satoshi.

“I… I enjoyed helping with the fireworks the other day, so I thought I’d…”

Satoshi was crouched over Anjou’s dead body, ass blood leaking everywhere. Poppo was unsure what to do, looking at the rifle, then Satoshi. Even if the boy was killed, there was no way Poppo could get out of this scenario. Tsurumi had made sure of that.
Then he noticed Menma’s diary, hovering behind the unsuspecting Satoshi. Looking past the boy’s frightened face, he could just barely make out the writing.

“Poppo, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you,” it read, “but I made Satoshi a honorary Super Peace Buster before I died.”

The page turned.

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

Satoshi began to back away.

"P-Please don't kill me!"

Poppo laughed to himself. He would have preferred to kill Saotshi instead, but Menma wished otherwise. He was shocked at how much the idea of killing satisfied him. Over the course of one night, he had been transformed into a hollow void, and yet his job was not over. The girl was ruthless, even letting her own brother fall victim to his penis.

Satoshi began to run away but Poppo easily caught him, grabbing him by his shirt collar.

"I'm sorry," he whispered gingerly into the young boy's ear. "Drop you pants and bend over. It will be done soon."

"What are you--?!"

"DROP YOUR PANTS AND BEND OVER!!"

Poppo impatiently smacked him upside the head.

Making no attempt to escape, Satoshi only tearfully nodded his head, unfastening his belt and pulling down his pants. Poppo knew how to take it from there.

Poppo began to unfasten his pants, releasing Satoshi's collar. The boy stood still, waiting for Poppo. He knew his fate.

"You enjoyed your time with us last night, right Satoshi-kun?"

Satoshi's head weakly nodded.

"Good. Now close your eyes and think about those good times. Pretend I'm not putting my dick into your butt."

The boy arched his back in panic. Poppo put both of his arms around Satoshi's shoulders, massaging the knots out of his muscles. Lured into a false sense of security, Satoshi relaxed his back.

And then Poppo rammed his cock in.

Rocking back and forth, Poppo came into Satoshi. The size difference between them was jarring, as Poppo was forced to loosen Satoshi's anus repeatedly with his fingers, just to get it in. He was just too big!

Cumming into Satoshi several times, he loosened his grip on him -- exhausted. Satoshi fell onto the floor, curling up. A blanket floated above Satoshi before gently falling over him. Poppo watched over Satoshi's sleeping body, deceptively peaceful, before noticing the diary was being written in.

“I am pleased, Poppo.” Menma wrote. “However, there are still one more task."

“What now?” he growled.

The diary sprang to life once more, filling with scribbles before being dropped back onto the table. Poppo leaned over to read it.

“I wished that ALL the Super Peace Busters be raped?” The word “all” circled over and over for emphasis.

“Who else is left?” He asked himself, looking over to the next page – realizing in that split second he had answered his own question.

“That includes you.”

At that moment, all warmth drained from Poppo. His lips quivered, his face losing all color. “But I can’t rape myself…”

At that moment, Tsurumi’s gun, propped up against the wall of the secret base, began to rise. The barrel slowly began to float upwards. As the gun inched closer, Poppo slowly backed up until he was pinned against the wall -- trapped much like Anjou was before… He knew Menma’s reply. Of course he couldn’t rape himself.

But Menma could.

Still, Poppo realized the childlike Menma couldn’t possibly know how to operate that gun. Odds are the safety was still on. If he was careful, he could easily pry it from Menma’s—

Thud! Menma smacked the butt of the rifle against Poppo’s jaw. He fell to the ground – the sharp pain of metal against the back of his head before he blacked out.

Poppo woke up only moments later, his head still throbbing. He scanned the room. Anjou was in the corner still unconscious – eyes rolled back and tongue sticking out. The crusted semen over her mouth, ass, and chest looked more like dry frosting. Trying to lift himself up off the floor, Poppo realized he couldn’t! His arms and legs were bound by a table cloth. Did Menma do this? How could such a little girl tie knots this tight?

Then he noticed the draft on his bare ass, his pants and boxers pulled down to his ankles.

Moving his attention upwards, he saw the diary floating above him.

“Menma! What are you doing?”

The diary dropped to the ground. It remained motionless for a few seconds before Poppo noticed the soft glow radiating from it. The light grew and grew before reaching a near-blinding brightness. When Poppo regained his vision, there in front of him was his dead childhood friend Menma.

“Hello, Poppo.”

“Menma! I can see you! How?”

“Oh, about that: I could have appeared to you guys any time I wanted! I was just fucking with Jintan the entire time!” She walked over to Anjou’s corpse, rubbing the crusted semen onto her fingers and sucking on it.

“Mmmm. Delicious.”

“Menma, what’s happened to you? You’re nothing like how I remember.” Poppo turned his head away, blushing. “Although it appears you have grown…”

“So have you, Poppo! Especially that cock of yours. I helped myself to it while you were still asleep,” she cackled, licking the cum off her lips.”

“So… you raped me…”

“Silly Poppo! I was waiting for you awaken. What’s the fun of raping you when you’re asleep. I want you to be awake, so you can SUFFER!

“You’re no different from when you were a child. Those cries for attention… you always felt like you were in the background, haven’t you Poppo? Especially when I died; you watched me drown without doing a thing! But it made you easy to manipulate. The guilt you carry… it appears you really would have done ANYTHING to help me pass on.”

“Menma…” was all he could murmur, unable to look her in the eye.

“Everyone is using me as an excuse for their own problems. It's pathetic. Even Mama...” She bit her lip. She stepped in front of Poppo again.

“Speaking of Mama…” She said, pulling her legs apart. Poppo watched in horror as Menma reached into her crotch, pulling out a large, purple twelve-inch dildo. “Look what I found in her drawer!”

She licked the dildo from base to tip. “Guess where this is going, Poppo!”

“NO, MENMA! DON’T DO IT! DON’T DO IIIIIT!”

Menma straddled her legs around Poppo, sitting in front of his ass. “It’s time for your dicking, Poppo!” She giggled, violently jamming the phallus in and out of his anus. Her childish laughing covered his horrified screams.

As Tsurumi promised, the authorities did come. Poppo was found sobbing -- a large purple dildo stuck in his rear. Anjou’s corpse leaned against the wall parallel from him. It would still be eight hours until Jinta’s body would be found; hanging from the rafters around a noose.

After the fireworks display unsuccessfully caused Menma to pass on, she had spent the night jogging her memory before finally remembered he reason for returning: vengeance. Not just towards Poppo, but all of her old friends.

Menma’s spirit was filled with unrest, watching her friends go on living, but not actually live. Their lives were ahead of them, but they ignored their own potential, using her as a pathetic excuse for their dissatisfaction. What unfair God had allowed such a tragedy?

Finally delivering her vengeance, Menma had no need to stay on earth. As the police lead Poppo out of the clubhouse, he turned back towards the secret base – the last glance he would ever have of his old childhood hideout.

There, in the window, he could make out the smiling figure of Menma, cheerfully waving goodbye.

The other hand was holding the purple dildo that she had used to rape him.

Poppo tried to run back towards the secret base, but the police held him back. He cried and cried, falling to his knees in defeat. He let out an anguished scream that drowned out the police sirens, his pain echoing across the countryside.

Back in the woods, Yukiatsu had awoken to Poppo’s screaming. The two had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, bitter that the whole thing wasn’t just a dream.
Tsurumi rubbed her fingers around the floral hairclip, finally realizing the dark intentions behind Menma’s return. “Do you think she’s at peace now? We had all thought she returned because she needed are help, but really…”

“Y… you have that?” Yukiatsu leaned in, immediately recognizing it.

Tsurumi clenched her fist.

“I thought this hairclip would be a reminder of better times, but now all I want to do is forget…

“All I want to do is forget…”

KIMI TO NATSU NO OWARI SHOURAI NO YUME OOKINA KIBOU WASURENAI

JUUNENGO NO HACHIGATSU MATA DEAERU NO O SHINJITEEEEEEE…