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This fic is very similar to what I did with Family Ties, 'cept it's better.
This is my fanfiction We Need You Around told from Kululu's point of view. If you have read that fic, you'll see that this should be interesting, because it'll show exactly what horrors Kululu experienced on the Rurlough planet.
It isn't necessary to read We Need You Around before you read this, but I do recommend it.
Like usual with me, it's written with gijinkas.
It takes place 3 years after the show ends.
Also, Rurlough is pronounced 'Rerr-luff' to rhyme with bur and tough~
I'm going to be starting an actually new fic very soon. It should be pretty interesting, so bE SURE TO GET YER HOPES UP AHAHAHAHAH
~be sure to leave a review and PM me with any questions you may have~
A loud, annoying beeping sound resonated throughout the base.
Kululu's forehead slipped off his desk and then snapped into an upright position as he abruptly jolted awake.
He adjusted his glasses and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. The alarm was a notification that somebody aside from the platoon or the Hinatas was on the Hinata property.
The sergeant major didn't feel terribly concerned. The last couple of times this alarm had gone off it had just been Lieutenant Garuru paying his brother a visit.
Kululu flicked through his security cams, looking for the intruder. No one, it seemed, was in the base, so he opened the feed of the hallway that led to Keroro's room. That's where the intruder was.
One time, when Kululu was five years old, he had been walking home from the little corner store near his house. When he was at the store, he had bought a glass bottle of soda and had proceeded to carry it home in his small hands.
On the way back from the store, his shoelaces had come untied and he had tripped on them.
His bottle of soda had shattered and the glass shards had given him cuts on his arms and on his chest. The pain and the shock from the fall had shot cold, sharp adrenaline through his body and made his extremities feel cold and made his heart pound loudly in his ears.
Before he had even recovered, a dog had started wildly barking at the loud sound of the glass shattering and that had startled Kululu so bad that he had nearly lost his grip on his bladder. The fear that he had felt in that moment was unmatched by anything else he had ever felt.
Until now.
Standing in the hallway, blankly looking around, was a huge, muscular figure. Its immense dark eyes surveyed the surroundings as it slowly took a few steps forward. It was a Rurlough.
Kululu felt a sickening jolt in his stomach as he saw a second Rurlough come into view of the security camera. How many of the things were there?!
Why the hell were they here? Why had the most fearsome race in their galaxy, perhaps even the universe, shown up at the base of a five-man platoon 'conquering' a comparatively tiny planet?
Kululu's mouth felt dry. His palms were clammy. He stood up and quickly began ascending to the house. He stopped halfway there, though.
What if he was killed on sight? The rest of the platoon was in the living room. He couldn't get there through the hallway, so he would have to go through the backyard. Kululu turned around and headed in the other direction.
He emerged from one of the many exits he had around the base and the Hinata house, this particular one being right next to Giroro's tent.
Kululu could see Giroro and the others in the livingroom having what looked like an argument with the Rurlough. At least the Rurlough hadn't simply come here to slaughter everyone.
Kululu took a steadying breath and opened the sliding glass door. As if in his own mind (actually, Kululu remembered, that was how the Rurlough communicated with beings other than their own race, through a sort of telepathy) he heard one of the Rurlough ask, "Where is Sergeant Major Kululu?"
"You called?" Kululu replied, stepping into the house.
The others turned around to face him. A clicking noise like when you crack your knuckles resonated throughout the room. It was the Rurlough communicating with each other.
Kululu walked a few steps further into the room and leaned against the back of one of the couches.
After a moment, one of the Rurlough slowly shuffled over to him. The sergeant major leaned away from it, wishing that it wasn't standing so close.
It stared at him blankly for several seconds. The room had gone completely silent. And then it asked, "Are you Sergeant Major Kululu?"
Kululu felt a little bit panicky. He was usually able to keep his cool in situations like this, but the presence of the Rurlough was nearly overwhelming.
Should he deny his identity or tell the truth? Somehow it seemed like the Rurlough would know if he was lying, so Kululu stepped back from it and said, "Yeah, that's me."
Further clicks followed his statement. Then-
"You will come with us now."
Kululu ran his tongue over his lips and replied, "Why would I do that?"
One of the other Rurlough moved forward and answered, "We have heard of your intelligence. We gathered information and found you. We require you. We offer an opportunity for you to use your mind to its full extent. You are being wasted here." It turned to Keroro.
The sergeant seemed to steel himself before bravely replying, "You will not remove Sergeant Major Kululu from this base! You will leave this house and go back where you came from!"
"Three revolutions of this planet have passed since it has been claimed by Keron, and yet the planet remains under indigenous rule. This suggests that you admit failure. Your platoon is invalid."
Giroro suddenly barked, "What are you going to do if he doesn't go with you?" Kululu saw the corporal glance at him before he added, "What if he doesn't want to?"
Kululu felt undiluted prickly fear seep down his arms as one of the creatures slowly approached Giroro. It stopped less than a foot away from him and said, "He would be foolish to refuse." It leaned in even closer to Giroro's face. "The sergeant major will come with us."
Kululu didn't take his eyes off Giroro. He heard Dororo say, "But Sergeant Major Kululu won't let you take him…" The lance corporal sounded a little uncertain.
Kululu's mind felt syrupy with terror. The Rurlough were notorious for their brutality. They dominated every single race they came into contact with and were one of the most advanced species that there had ever been on record.
Of course they didn't need Kululu for any job they had to do. They were fully capable of doing everything themselves. Kululu knew that they must be lying to cover up something not as desirable. So what was that?
Plainly, Kululu was the most intelligent person in the platoon. Perhaps to them that meant that he was the most dangerous as well, and they planned to get him out of the way so they could conquer Pekopon?
If that was the case, then they had made a mistake. Giroro was the most dangerous person there. That was obvious to everyone. He was not smarter than Kululu but he had quick reflexes, perfect aim, and a love of shooting things and of explosions.
The Rurlough weren't stupid. If it was clear to Kululu that Giroro was the most dangerous then the Rurlough surely knew that as well.
Why did they want Kululu, then?
Fighting to keep his voice level, Kululu said, "Ku ku ku! Who knows? Maybe this would be a better gig for me." He carefully directed his gaze downward and stuck his hands in his pockets to hide the fact that he was shaking like a leaf.
There was a weird slapping sound and a grunt. Kululu glanced up and saw that apparently Giroro had given the Rurlough that had been standing near him a push.
For a horrible moment, Kululu expected the corporal to be attacked. But he wasn't. The Rurlough just stared at him vacantly and did not react.
"But you can't leave!" Keroro said indignantly, his voice rising.
Kululu chuckled softly. What would happen, he wondered, if he just refused to go with them? Would the Rurlough try to persuade him? Probably not. They wouldn't bother. Kululu knew that if he didn't accept their 'offer' then everyone would be killed and he'd be taken by force anyway. For a sickening moment, he had an image of the carnage that would certainly ensue if he refused.
Kululu briefly felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn't, and instead he said, "Alright, I'll come with you."
He heard the Rurlough clicking excitedly.
"You're going to just leave?" Giroro asked in disbelief.
Kululu had a fleeting moment of doubt and considered letting everyone try to fight the Rurlough. Maybe they would all be strong enough…?
No, they wouldn't. Kululu knew that. He said, "Why, corporal, you wouldn't actually miss me, would you?" and walked over to where the other Rurlough stood.
"You son of a bitch!" Giroro said incredulously.
Kululu turned around and tried to smile at him, but his muscles felt stiff. Whatever was going to happen, he was sure that he wouldn't be seeing Giroro again. But, he reminded himself, if he didn't do this then nobody would ever be seeing Giroro again.
This was best. This was best. This was best. Or at least this was what could ever be expected of Kululu to do. It was the only thing to do to avoid everyone's demise. This was best.
"What, so after all we've been through with you, you're going to go off with these idiots?" Giroro gestured to the Rurlough.
Kululu turned back around. This was best. He said, "Yeah. 'Bye!" and lifted his hand in farewell.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his surrender, his yielding message, the Rurlough formed a tight group around him. One of them grabbed onto his arm and marched him out of the room.
Kululu tightly closed his eyes. It felt like something warm washed over his body and then he was enveloped by a cold, unforgiving darkness.
He opened his eyes, to little effect. Whatever environment he was in was completely dark. He remembered reading somewhere that The Rurlough's sun was a black dwarf sun and did not give off light or heat. The Rurlough's strong hand was still gripping his arm tightly. They started leading him across a flat, soft landscape.
Kululu decided, with the air of someone realizing that their favorite color was blue, that he had died.