Hey. Merry christmas and stuff. and SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY for not uploading new chapters for 'since death touched him'! I have a lot of excuses for not doing it but I won't annoy you with my problems.

I don't know why I wrote this. It's a horrible story with no creativity behind it. But I thought it was a good idea when starting it. Now I'm just ashamed of what I've done...

Also, WARNING FOR GORE AND BLOOD IN THIS ONE-SHOT!

enjoy...

His last wish would be to see his childhood friends one last time. But last wishes didn't happen. And they were both in another part of Japan, fighting off the suddenly attacking new enemy, that Kururu simply had called the 'Faxes'.

His stomach was cut open, obviously, he was dying. He fell to the ground, on his right side, watching the chaos around him as the Pekoponians were remorslessly slaughtered.

Keroro held both hands over his stomach to keep his guts in place, as they threatened to fall out. The Fax who had attacked him hadn't wasted time to finish him off. He'd die anyway. But he would never had guessed that it would end in a valley on a planet he should have invaded a long time ago. He never thought he'd die alone.

It was hard to breathe. Keroro wanted to see Giroro and Dororo, because they had always been the ones taking the blow when Keroro made something stupid. And they would still loyally stand by his side, even when they tried to deny it.

He had been a bad friend. And a bad sergeant. He wanted to say 'I'm sorry' to them before he died. But that wouldn't happen.

He watched scared Pekoponians run around and Faxes taking them down. Or, he watched the feet of the Pekoponians and how they fell when the Faxes attacked from above.

Oh, lord, was this how the species that had taught him so much would end?

Keroro closed his eyes, surely he would die now-

"Taicho-dono!"

His eyes snapped open again. Wasn't that Dororo?!

A 'swoosh' sound and a Fax fell down, crushing the body of a dead Pekoponian. Dororo dropped from above, landing in front of Keroro's face.

"D-Doro..." Keroro managed to whisper, whole-heartdly happy to see a familiar face before dying.

"No..." Dororo gasped, chock on his face. He placed a hand on Keroro's chin," Y-you can't die, Keroro-kun! You're my friend! W-we'll get you into a healer tube! Y-You'll survive! You have to! Hear that!" His voice was desperate, and his trembling hands moved along Keroro's body.

Keroro hadn't thought of the healer tube. He had seen the miracles the healer tube made to injured soldiers, but would it work now, for him? He didn't know. His vision was getting blurry. It hurt like hell from the wound as he tried to stop the bleeding with his hands.

"Keroro! Idiot! You can't just die!" Giroro shouted as he came running, shooting down three Faxes at the same time. Keroro thanked whatever God existed for letting him see both of them. "Can't we help him? Kururu!"

"Ku. Sure I can. But chances is still small he'll survive. It looks pretty bad", he heard a voice from behind.

"That's still a chance!" Dororo exclaimed, while Keroro was getting a hard time to keep his eyes open.

"He-hey..." he breathed.

"Speak louder, idiot! Nobody can hear you!" Giroro barked.

"Don't speak, save your powers, Keroro-kun", Dororo said, voice trembling.

"I... want to be a better friend... and leader..." he continued, forcing his mouth to form words. He couldn't see anymore, but winced in pain when hands tried to lift him up. Someone moved his hands from the wound and he heard Giroro curse in Keronese at the sight. More words were said, some directed at him, but Keroro couldn't register what was being said. He only knew he couldn't stay awake any longer.

And everything went blank.

The end

It's like a prolouge with no continuation. No, I won't continue. Write your own continuation.

(Then post it and tell me so I can read it!)