HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!

Giroro couldn't believe what he was seeing. There she was. Giroro's princess. His partner. His love. She was standing right in front of him once again, back from the dead. The only person he had ever truly fallen in love with, yet also the only person who he had ever really killed. In all his years of being a soldier, always thinking about life on the battlefield, he had never been forced to put another soldier out of his misery before that day. Before that day, he always thought of having to kill another being for their own good as just another thing any warrior would have to do, and got pretty annoyed when he saw them crying over it while watching one of the Pekoponian war movies. But after what happened, he finally understood why it was always so hard for soldiers like him. Seeing her standing in front of him once again only brought back horrific memories of her dying face.

He stood there silent for a moment before sprinting over to Kululu and forcing him into the wall. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?" he screamed.

"Kukukuku..." he laughed back, driving Giroro to show his fangs in a rage. "...think of it as a going away present. A complete DNA copy of her that I obtained several years ago. I saw how depressed you were after she passed away, which is why I've been working on it ever since. She has all of Natsumi's original memories, all the way up to the point of her death. I guess now you two can finally pick up where you left off. Kuku. Hope you like it."

Giroro held Kululu up before throwing him across the floor as hard as he could, breaking his glasses and knocking him unconscious. Natsumi ran over to Giroro and prepared to hug him.

"Giroro!" she cried as tears of joy slid down her cheeks. "I'm so glad to see you again!"

"SHUT UP!" Giroro yelled back, stopping her in her tracks.

"What?! But...it's me! Natsumi!" she said, bringing Giroro's anger to its peak.

"YOU...ARE NOT...NATSUMI!" he screamed, wishing he still had his guns so that he could personally kill this hellish memory. "YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE HER AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY HER NAME! GO BACK INTO THE CLONING MACHINE WHERE YOU CAME FROM!"

Natsumi stood there, shaking and heartbroken. Giroro no longer cared for her, nor did he want to even look at her. 'What did I do?' she thought to herself. 'I thought he said he loved me. That he always had. That he couldn't bare to live without me.'

"But...Giroro..." she said as she watched Giroro walk past her in a storm of rage. He paused when he heard her talk.

"Don't say my name." he quietly threatened. "I don't love you, and I never will. Go back to the land of the dead and this time, stay there." he said as he continued walking while she remained frozen, with tears still pouring out of her eyes, but now with pain in place of joy.

Giroro, reaching the back door after seeing what Kululu had done, stormed out of the house as quickly as he could. He had to leave now as to not destroy the entire house in a act of fury. He was beyond upset at that idiot scientist, wanting nothing more than to leave this planet and never think of it again. Staying here did nothing but give him haunting memories and steal his pride as a soldier.

"I can't believe I stuck around here for three goddamn years!" he yelled to himself as he grabbed his red sack that held the last of his belongings and threw them over his shoulder. "I should have just left the platoon the minute I got here and took over this planet myself!"

He always knew that he could do it without his Sargent's help. He even knew it was his platoon that was holding him back and making this invasion impossible, even when it probably could have only taken him a week or two by himself. But he remained in denial for years on end, sticking with his worthless platoon the whole time, and all to keep his lost love safe.

He missed her so much, but seeing her again, alive and well, still filled his heart with the same pain he felt seeing her die. 'How can I miss her so much and still hate seeing her at the same time!? These damn Pekopoian emotions are going to be the end of me!'

But they had already caused him his downfall. It was her death that finally killed the power driven soldier inside of him. After seeing her die, he lost all contact with his fighting side and accepted a life of pain and depression. He had always felt that way when something terrible happened to her in the past, but losing her is what finally finished it. She had done what she was brought into his life to do. Her dying goal had been achieved. She had completely transformed him. He was no longer the strong soldier that everyone knew him as. He lost everything about him when he put her out of his misery, and can never return to that part of himself.

'I wish I had never met her!' he thought.

He leaped onto his hover board and took off as fast as he could, eager to reach the station and take the first train off this planet, not caring where it would take him. Turning his head as to take one last look back at the Hinata house, he began to wonder what they might do after he's gone. They certainly won't finish the invasion, that's for sure. But ever since Natsumi's death, no real danger has ever shown up to threaten them or anyone they knew. Thinking it over, Giroro concluded that there would be no difference on Pekopon whether he left or not, so he turned his head back to the sky and tried his best to remove the Hinatas from his mind.

"Giroro-gochou!" Keroro shouted as he ran through the house and into the back yard. "What kind of cake will you be wanting for your going away party?!" Keroro ran with his eyes closed up to where he knew Giroro's tent was, but when he opened his eyes, he stopped in his tracks when he saw nothing there. He stood silent for a few seconds before it finally clicked in his head that Giroro had already left.

He leaned his head down in shame, knowing that it was his responsibility as Giroro's Sargent and friend to make sure he was always calm and happy. Now he was gone, most likely forever, and left without any final farewell. Sure, he talked to him earlier and told him about how he's always respected him as a leader, but Keroro just figured he was trying to spend what little time he had left before leaving to the fullest. He wanted a final goodbye that actually felt like an honest 'goodbye'.

He remained still with his head down, trying to get over it for several minutes before Tamama ran outside looking for him. "Hey, Gunso-san! Did you find out what kind of cake he..." Tamama paused when he saw his depressed leader standing in front of an empty space in the grass where Giroro's tent once was.

"Gunso-san?" he asked, causing Keroro to lift his head up and wipe something out of his eyes. He stood silent for a few more seconds before answering Tamama's call.

"He's gone, Tamama." he replied, surprising Tamama with his Sargent's sudden mood change from joyous and excited to down and gloomy. "Our Corporal is gone. We've lost him." Keroro turned to his Private, tears still forming around the edges of his eyes. Tamama was in complete shock as Keroro slowly walked over to him and wiped the remainder of his tears away, standing straight up in a serious posture.

"We better go tell everyone the bad news." he said, trying not to choke on his own words.

A massive rain storm had covered the skies over Tokyo as Giroro finally arrived at the planetary train station. Thunder began to roll in as he pulled up on his hover board, jumped off, placed his sack by his side sat down on an old bench, waiting impatiently for the train to arrive so that he could leave this hell hole of a planet and never come back. He looked at his surroundings, at all the other alien families who were waiting for the train. He watched as they kissed and hugged each other in a sign of farewell, and it made Giroro sick.

'A true soldier doesn't make sappy goodbyes.' he thought, staring at the empty space in front of him where his friends and platoon would no doubt be standing right now, telling him how much they were all going to miss him.

'It's a good thing I left when I did.' he said to himself. 'I hate these touching emotions.'

"WHAT!?" Fuyuki yelled in surprise after hearing Keroro's explanation of why Giroro wasn't around.

"Yep." he replied with grief. "I guess he just couldn't take staying here anymore and flew the coop."

Heavy rain poured down on them as everyone had their heads down, an aching feeling in each of their stomachs from the shock that one of their best friends that they had known for years was now permanently gone. Keroro, Tamama, Dororo, Koyuki, Aki, Momoka and Fuyuki were in a deep depression when they saw his tent was gone after Keroro brought them all outside to show them he had already left. A tear rolled down Fuyuki's face before he brought his head up and screamed as loud as he could to Keroro.

"HOW COULD YOU!?" Fuyuki yelled, surprising Keroro, along with everyone else.

"Kero!?" he shouted back in a staggered tone. "W-What did I do?" Fuyuki ran up and grabbed Keroro under his arms, forcing him up to his face to stare him straight in the eyes.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP HIM!? YOU WERE HIS SARGENT! HIS LEADER! AND YOU JUST LEFT HIM TO GRIEVE, NOT EVEN BOTHERING TO HELP HIM THROUGH IT! YOU SAY HE'S YOUR FRIEND, BUT IF HE REALLY WAS YOUR FRIEND, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE JUST SAT THERE AND LET HIM SUFFER!" Fuyuki cried, letting everything he had buried inside him out, shocking everyone around him.

Keroro was especially stunned by Fuyuki's random outburst. "W-What was I supposed to say to him? If I had tried to talk to him about it, he would've just ignored me or kicked me out of his tent! What did you expect me to do?"

"ANYTHING!" Fuyuki cried out once again, now squeezing Keroro's sides in an act of stress. "YOU COULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING TO HELP HIM! IF YOU HAD JUST BEEN THERE FOR HIM! IF YOU HAD AT LEAST SHOWN A SIGN THAT YOU STILL CARED ABOUT HIM, MAYBE HE WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT! YOU WERE HIS LIFE LONG FRIEND! IMAGINE ALL THE TIMES HE'S SAVED YOUR LIFE, EVEN WHEN HE DIDN'T HAVE TO! AND THE ONE TIME HE ACTUALLY NEEDED YOU TO BE THERE FOR HIM, YOU IGNORED HIM LIKE THE SELFISH BASTARD YOU ARE!"

"Fuyuki!" Aki yelled at her son's uncivilized use of language.

"SHUT UP!" Fuyuki said back, startling her mother and partially breaking her heart. Momoka stepped in front of Aki to try and reason with the broken teen's attitude.

"Fuyuki, please! Calm down! It's not his fault he's gone! And neither is it your mother's!" she said. That did cause Fuyuki to stop yelling, making the only noise to come from Fuyuki being the sound of his weeping.

Fuyuki dropped Keroro, making him land bottom first into the rain soaked grass under him. Fuyuki remained on his knees, his face now covered more with tears than rain water. Keroro slowly got back on his feet and looked up at the crying boy, feeling like some of what he said was actually true. What is really his fault that Giroro left?

"I'm sorry...Gunso. I'm sorry." Fuyuki said, trying not to look at Keroro, but still wanting to get his feelings towards him out. Everyone stood frozen, starstruck at what had just happened between those two. Keroro silently walked around Fuyuki, wanting nothing more than to comfort his best friend, but knew that Fuyuki just wanted to be left alone.

Everyone was silent until Tamama spoke up. "You know, I'm pretty sure the train hasn't arrived yet. We could still probably make it." he suggested, but everyone shook their heads.

"He would probably hate that. If he wanted an all around goodbye, he wouldn't have left early like he did." Aki said, just making everyone more depressed at the realization that Giroro couldn't even face them anymore.

Silence filled the air, the sound of rain pouring down and thunder clapping once or twice a minute were the only sounds present during the quiet misery of the Hinata's.

"I am to blame, aren't I?" Keroro said.

"You're all to blame!" said a mysterious and familiar voice from the back porch.

Everyone looked to the porch, and almost fainted in shock at who was standing right beside them. Some of them thought they were seeing things while other's had no thoughts at all from the surprise that struck them when they saw who they were now looking straight at.

It was Natsumi.

"It's because of all of you that he's gone. It's because of you that he left me." she spoke in a shaking and almost frightening voice. "It's because of you...all of you...that he won't love me..."

"...He WILL love me! But he can't love me with all of you bringing him down! For him to love me...none of you can be aloud to exist." she said, thunder roaring around her as she pulled a wooden ax out from behind her back.

O_O

Well, that was...interesting. Kululu really likes to make his experiments as mad as he is, doesn't he?

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Time to get started on chapter 3!