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Ah yes, finally getting into the plot and the other main characters.
Btw, I put Natsumi to sleep in the beginning because I needed a viewpoint character. I didn't know if I wanted Angol Mois to be the main character or Natsumi when I was originally planning the story but I eventually settled on Natsumi.
I put some Gironatsu in this chapter for you Gironatsu peeps.
And now that you've read the first two chapters, you are now aware this is a Dark Fuyuki fic. Because I love Dark Fuyuki.
"No... No! It can't be!" The teenagers who had started the Harvest - the dictator of the world, the evil person who demanded people sacrificed - couldn't be her brother. "Fuyuki... Tell me it isn't true! You... You didn't turn into this after my sickness, right?"
This couldn't have been true. Maybe the poster that showed Fuyuki was just using him as a figurehead. Maybe she was still thousands of years in the future and they just used Fuyuki's image coincidentally to keep the identity of the true mastermind behind this nightmare safe.
This couldn't be reality. Maybe she was in some sort of alternate universe where Fuyuki was evil. She had died in the first universe, so they had to transfer her mind to some other body? No, that didn't make any sense... But neither did an evil dictator Fuyuki.
And he looked so adult and tall, too, no longer a teenage boy. Instead he was a young adult in his twenties. He still had his antenna on his hair and his skinny, weak physique, but he looked so much more mature.
"FUYUKI!" Natsumi cried. This was not a reality she could face. Her shrill screams and tears at the image and her breakdown seemed to call some guards at various stores toward her, as they saw the girl on the ground, crying.
Natsumi tried to stand up to not embarrass herself as guards surrounded her. Each of them had a large robotic monster on a leash that almost resembled a dog, but not quite. That's right... This can't be my brother Fuyuki on the poster, because this city is too futuristic to be in my generation. Fuyuki wouldn't have been able to bring society to this level. She was thousands of years in the future. Maybe just someone happened to look like Fuyuki and have his name and be in charge of the Nishizawa corporation...
The guards all looked at her. "Do you have an ID, miss?" they asked.
"Um..." Natsumi fumbled in her pocket for her student ID. No... would that be out of date and give her away to being someone suspicious and possibly killable? What if they thought she was expandable and put her in that Harvest thing? "No," she responded.
"All residents are supposed to have an ID so we know who to bring to the Harvest when they have been chosen," the guard told her.
"Well that Harvest thing is stupid anyway, so of course I wouldn't have an ID," Natsumi remarked, shrugging.
The guards looked at each other in shock. "Did you hear what she said?"
"I think we got someone on our hands that disagrees with the Harvest." Another one adjusted his hat and smiled, "Lucky you. You've just been chosen for it. We're going to take you in now, miss."
Natsumi frowned. She knew the phrase "You and what army?" was appropriate here, but it was very likely they did, in fact, have an army.
All she could do was put up her arms and put herself in a fighting stance and resist arrest to the best of her ability. She would never go with them and support that sick sort of Harvest thing.
However, they had guns and giant robot monster dogs. So fighting looked like it was going to be tricky. She also suspected that she hadn't eaten in years, since she did feel incredibly woozy.
"Get her!" the guards yelled, and decided not to go for her one at a time. Natsumi tried to punch and struggle, but all she could do was scream.
Her body was weaker than she had expected.
"No! Don't take me! I won't let you!" She yelled, trying to squirm out of somebody's grasp. They were trying to put hand cuffs on her, but she bit and kicked, trying to not let them inhibit her movements.
"Help me!" she finally screamed. Maybe one of the townspeople were just as against the Harvest as her. She hated having to scream for help, but at the moment, it was her only choice.
"Nobody's coming to help - " Almost immediately after the lead guard had finished his statement, a few of the other guards flew into the air from a giant explosion.
"It's a Keronian, sir! A Keronian has been sighted!" one of the guards radioed in.
A Keronian? For once, hope filled Natsumi's gut. She knew that explosion. It must have come from some sort of fire arm! Giroro... She let a tear slide down her cheek. She hadn't heard anything Giroro had said to her, aside from some pleas for her to stay strong and to stay alive during her sickness. But the feel of his hand holding hers still felt so real... It was the only thing that seemed to feel real, actually.
He came to save me! she smiled. He always tried to be some sort of knight in shining armor. Usually she didn't need it, but today she did. Her body was weak from the sickness and she was confused. She needed his help as much as she needed his emotional support.
She didn't feel any need from stopping herself from hugging him. She had thought when she awoke in this messed up world that she would have never seen any of her friends again. Now, after seeing Fuyuki's poster, she wasn't sure she wanted to see some of them, especially her brother.
The bodies of the guards flew up in the air one after another, as if a path was being cleared to her.
"Giroro!" Natsumi yelled, miraculously getting strong enough to get up and hug her savior.
"N-Natchi...?" It was Tamama's voice that greeted her. "You're the one who called for help."
Natsumi let go for a second. So it hadn't been Giroro. She had forgotten for a moment that Tamama also had explosive powers.
"I didn't expect you to wake up for soon! We all thought you'd be asleep for thousands of more years!" Tamama told her. He looked around as a few soldiers still came out of their daze. Grabbing her hand, he ran toward a corner, ready to escape the other soldiers. "But there's no time for talking now! Looks like you've been marked for the Harvest! We can celebrate your awakening when we get home. And we'll eat cake!" Tamama smiled.
Natsumi nodded. Even though eating was what had gotten her into this mess, she still could really go for some food. She was too nervous to let her stomach growl, though.
Running with Tamama away from the guards, Tamama eventually pressed some blocks on a wall when the two of them were out of sight. The wall opened up into a door, and Tamama pulled Natsumi in, like they were in some sort of sci-fi story. The door closed and elevator music started playing as they sunk deep into the ground into Earth's core.
Natsumi slumped down in the elevator, confused. There was so much that she needed to know.
Tamama hummed to the elevator music.
"Where are we going?" Natsumi asked, finally.
"My base, the place that the revolution resides in," Tamama replied. "Right now, we're the only living force fighting against and trying to protect people against that awful Harvest thing."
Natsumi perked up. So at least somebody was doing something! "That's great of you!" The elevator moved to the left. This revolution base was probably very well hidden away, to keep it from being invaded. "Who's... Who's in charge?" Who was the one leading the efforts against her brother?
"Me!" Tamama stated proudly.
"You?" Natsumi was shocked. Tamama may have been a soldier, but he had always seemed so cute, so irresponsible. Leading a revolution against a dictator seemed too much for him.
"Yeah. What about it?" Tamama's eyes squinted angrily.
"Nothing!" Natsumi quickly answered back. So... was he the only one who had the guts to stand up to my brother? Or the only one who thought what Fuyuki was doing was wrong?
It was now apparent she wasn't thousands of years in the future. Tamama was still alive, at least. "How long was I asleep?" she asked, trying to get important details from the younger frog.
"Hmmm... about eleven, I would say," Tamama responded. "Maybe close to twelve. You've been asleep for a while. It's really surprising that you woke up so early, but I'm happy for you anyway, Natchi!" He smiled again.
"All right..." Natsumi was slightly happy she hadn't been asleep too long. It was likely all her friends were still alive. "Why... Why is my brother... Why is he leading this Harvest thing?" she finally asked, putting her hand on her chest to steady the beating of her heart. "How could he be so cruel? That's not like Fuyuki!"
Tamama looked at her sadly and winced. Her brother had changed in the years that she was away, and it was going to be very hard to tell her this.
Fuyuki Hinata, Emperor of Planet Earth, sat on his throne, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. Ruling a planet was tiring, but every year, it was rewarding.
After all, the only way he was going to get the sacrifices he wanted was to force the people to give them up. And after ten Harvests, they were slowly adapting to their new life.
"The Harvest is almost upon us, you know," he spoke calmly, taking a sip of tea from a fancy teacup. It always gave him a certain flare of nostalgia, drinking fancy things.
The eleventh Harvest. November 1st was almost there.
"I am aware," the voice of his partner in crime answered him as she stood by his side, draped in the cover of shadows. She stood more behind his throne than on her own throne, preferring to rule from behind the curtains instead of in the public eye.
"We'll find the perfect match this year for him." Fuyuki's eyes glinted hopefully as he entwined his fingers to lean on them.
"I hope so," his partner in crime wistfully responded.
The two of them were silent for a good long minute, just hoping for the best. Their plots had to work, and they knew that they eventually would. Fuyuki had the patience of a child, despite being an adult. He wanted things to work now!
"My Emperor!" A guard opened the door after knocking and bowed to Fuyuki.
"What is it?" Fuyuki asked, looking down at the guard. The guard looked worried.
"Someone decided for the Harvest has escaped. I'm sorry..." the guard apologized.
"Why should I care?" Fuyuki asked. One person wouldn't make a difference. And he was sure that they'd eventually track them down.
"The revolution leader, Tamama, I believe, helped her escape. That is why I thought it should be reported," the guard told him.
Fuyuki stood up, his eyes blazing with anger. "Shit!" he cursed. The revolution was the only thing that had gone against him and was still going strong. He was trying to find their stronghold, but the futuristic tech of his new world proved to be helpful to hide Tamama.
The only thing truthfully standing against him and spreading anti-Harvest propaganda, the revolution, was rather secretive and large, with members found all around the globe. Fuyuki made a point to publicly execute a revolution member when they were found, but Tamama still eluded his grasp, continuing to lead the revolution.
"Are you all right?" his partner in crime rubbed his back soothingly, trying to calm him down from Tamama winning a victory. Fuyuki calmed his breathing and sat back into his chair.
"Yes. I'm fine," he told her. After thinking for a moment, he spoke. "It'll be the eleventh Harvest this year, correct?"
"Yes. But I assume you know that."
"I think it's high time we reunite the Keroro Platoon, don't you think?" Fuyuki gave a gleeful, but almost sinister, smirk.
His partner in crime nodded, agreeing with him.
"After all... it's what he asked for last time." Fuyuki grinned from ear to ear. But the grin was no longer kind and innocent like his younger self. It was sinister in nature.
"And we should always do as he asks," said his partner in crime. "We need to make him happy."
Fuyuki nodded.
"The Keroro Platoon will be reunited!"
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