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Here's the third chapter thing. Don't really know what to say.
Kululu walked into the meeting room later than he really should have. He preferred the term fashionably late, especially when he had a lot on his mind.
He was in love. With Angol Mois. Although he knew deep down in his brain he had suspected it many times, he still didn't like it.
He hated the idea. He hated the uncertainty. He hated the feeling. He was frightened but he didn't want to admit it.
This was the thing he had always been afraid of.
He didn't like this at all.
"Kululu! You're two hours late!" Keroro scolded
"So what if I am?" Kululu sat back in his chair. "What's this emergency meeting about anyway?"
"We've gotten a letter from Headquarters. And you know they never send nice letters to tell us we're doing a good job." Keroro answered fearfully. He waved the letter in the air.
It was true. Most of headquarters letters were about how little time they had left on the invasion, or how they had lied about the previous letter, or how the Keroro platoon had screwed up with some guests they had sent over.
"Well, what does it say?" Tamama asked
"I don't know. I've been too scared to open it." Keroro admitted. He was still a bit traumatized from when there had been a mistake and Tamama had become platoon leader.
"Give it here." Giroro yanked it out of his hand and opened the letter, reading it out loud he read, "Sergeant Keroro, this letter has been sent to you, care taker of Angol Mois, concerning her future, Keron has decided to marry her off to a keronian in hope to make a super soldier in the next generation. We shall be marrying your Angol off soon." Giroro paused.
"Yahoo! Wait…Are they making the sergeant and that woman marry?" Tamama asked.
"Wait…What are they going to do?" Angol Mois began processing the new information.
"In honor of keron's love for entertainment, we have decided to find her suitor through a set of trials. In other words, reality T.V. many keronians have already submitted their names and the thirty contestants are already being chosen." Giroro paused again, "We just wanted to let you know this and we ask you to prepare your Angol for marriage. Sincerely, HQ. P.S. How's that pekopon invasion coming along?" Giroro finished once and for all.
"So it was about the invasion!" Keroro only heard the last part and felt proud he had guessed right.
"They're marrying Mois off as an excuse to get a new T.V program?" Kululu asked getting the gist of the letter. He didn't know how to feel. His own mental crisis had been ruined by this much bigger crisis. Not only was he afraid that she was going to cry, but the gist of the letter was really life ruining.
They couldn't do this to her. Not only was it wrong, which was odd enough for Kululu to think, due to having no moral obligations, but if Kululu really had fallen in love with Mois he was egotistical enough to believe that nothing awful should come to her and she shouldn't be forced against her will to marry some awful keronian.
She was much better than that.
Nobody should hurt her or harm her like that.
Please, disease and sickness. Don't do something stupid and lovesick. Kululu thought to himself
"No….No! This isn't good at all!" Angol Mois frowned and cried out, holding her head, "I want to marry Uncle! Not some stranger."
"Too bad for you woman." Tamama laughed
"Wait…What about me?" Keroro asked confused.
"I am very sorry for your loss." Dororo apologized.
"When did you get here?" Keroro asked.
Dororo sobbed.
"This isn't like fair at all. I don't want this." Angol Mois seemed still in shock of the news. Before anyone could say anything else, she stood up, and bolted away, a streak of tears going down her face.
Kululu watched her go.
There's those tears I was afraid of. He observed. Feeling anger and the odd desire to stop her pain from happening though he knew he had to do something.
I guess I am going to do something stupid. Ku, ku, ku. Except I'll do something stupid and successful. Unlike Giroro. Kululu having finally decided on his actions, and finding no need to sit around doing nothing, left.
Keroro, cleared his throat awkwardly.
"So…Anyone got any invasion plans?" He didn't really know what else to say.
Kululu was already gone.
"Where did Kululu go?" Keroro asked. Nobody seemed to know.
"You okay?" Kululu asked Angol Mois walking over to her as she slumped against a wall. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do yet, but he knew he should probably try to make sure she was okay first.
Angol Mois shook her head.
"I don't want to marry a complete stranger…" She admitted
"Ku, ku, ku… Yeah, I'm sure no one would." He answered, "Look, I'm sure today must suck for you, and I guess I understand having a bad day. I mean, yesterday night I had a pretty bad surprise myself, but I'm sure things will work out for you." Kululu chuckled but he knew he was saying the wrong things. He was making things more about him than her and he knew her life at the moment was a lot worse than his realizations and self-discovery.
Angol Mois cried some more and looked over to Kululu.
"They won't…Kululu…You're a genius….Can't you do something and please help me?" She asked looking at him with her sad eyes.
Kululu knew he couldn't turn down a request from her. He was glad she trusted him enough to put her life in his hands though.
"I can't." Kululu answered. But that was a lie. He already had a plan, or at least a far fetched, incredibly idiotic, but something that he knew he had to do, sort of plan. His problem of being in love wasn't even a problem compared to this. He wasn't even going to think about it and instead do something that he rarely ever did: help someone.
Because he would do anything to make that angolian girl happy. He would do anything to protect her from evil and pain, even though he was a symbol of all of those things.
If she asked him or requested something he would grumble and do it for her unable to refuse.
He would protect and help her. As her friend, as her coworker, as someone who was stuck on a planet they didn't want to be on with her, and as the keronian who had fallen in love hard with her.
And that love was never going to go away.
Kululu had tried and it was still there. It was best to just make do.
I'm going to help you. I'm going to give you back your happiness. Kululu vowed to himself.
After awkwardly leaving her he went to his lab to work on the problem. A quick hack later he was in Keron's computers.
Finding the files of the contestants names who had been chosen he quickly typed in a name of his own. Kululu. Entering himself as one of the thirty contestants, he covered his tracks, leaving the files.
Now, he just had to wait until a letter came for him, telling him where to meet for the show.
I can't believe I'm doing this. This is the stupidest thing I've ever done. Hands down. Ku, ku, ku.
One step had been done. He just had to win this thing now.
After all...She didn't want to marry someone she's never met...I don't think marrying me is any better but I can't let someone less worthy than me just run off and ruin her life.
And they'll all be competing just for the fame and power of being with an Angol. It'll be much better for Mois if somebody wins who actually cares for her.
I have to win. I have to make sure horrible things don't happen to her.
It only took a week for his letter to come in, congratulating him for getting in and telling him where he had to meet up.
He now had to do the second part of his plan. He needed to get out of his platoon for a couple months without them being suspicious.
"Hey, captain!" Kululu called, "I'm going on a two month long vacation!" Kululu told him.
"What? But…" Keroro tried to speak up
"Bye." Kululu waved. Leaving his captain in the dust, he grabbed his already packed bags.
Before stepping onto his spaceship though, he remembered Angol Mois, who was still probably sad.
I don't know what to say to give her hope though...Ku, ku, ku. I'm not very good at this. Should I just leave her to sort things out? No...
Ugh... I'm horrible dealing positively with people. Kululu thought to himself while looking for Mois
He found her cleaning some dishes.
"Don't worry about the whole reality T.V. show thing." Kululu told her, "I'm sure something will happen and things will work out." Kululu told her, "On my vacation I might tune in and see if there are any idiots there. It won't take much of my time so I'll vote on one of the better ones if it's one of those voting sorts of shows." Kululu tried to look and act cool, and indifferent, but he cursed himself for appearing too indifferent about her life being ruined.
"Vacation? You're going on vacation?" Angol Mois asked she gave a nice smile to him as if she was happy for him, but she still looked really sad. "I'll miss you."
"Yeah. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu blushed not knowing what to say and rubbing the back of his head. "I-I'll ummm...I'll be devoid of your company too and I guess that will make me feel..." Kululu tried to think of a fancy word for sad that would still seem like he wasn't straight out saying he was going to miss the heck out of her too, "Things." He finally found the best word to describe his feelings.
Yes. That will make me feel things is the perfect response. Kululu congratulated himself and then realized it was the most stupid response ever.
He tried to change the subject of how he straight out couldn't say he missed her.
"When I get home I expect a plate of warm curry in your hands." Kululu tried to keep up his usual jerk coolness, he knew though mentally he was punching himself. "I mean...If you can do that."
Stupid. How do you talk to girls without talking to girls? Why are the mysterious of the universe so simple yet hard? Kululu punched himself mentally more.
"Of course I can make you some curry. I'd love to. Do you like my curry? It isn't nearly as good as yours." Angol Mois still gave her usual kind nonjudgmental smile at Kululu's stupid lines though and how he appeared to be going between not caring about her and half-assed apologizes.
"..." Kululu was silent, "It's uhhh pretty good..." He admitted. His eyes drifted off of her and onto the clock.
"I have to go now," Kululu was in a hurry." Turning around to go get his bags to go into his spaceship he kept his back to her, but reminded her to keep hope, "Don't worry about that stupid show thing though. I'm sure someone decent will be on it. " Kululu told her giving himself a pat on the back mentally for talking so great about himself, "And I'm sure when they see you they'll treat you great and do all those disgusting lovey dovey things you like. They'll certainly fall in love with you when they see you." Kululu spoke so quickly that it was hard for Angol Mois to even catch what he was saying or feel as if he was really saying it instead of her imagining it.
Who wouldn't fall for you at first sight...Or stare after all?
"Bye!" He rushed off away from her to not see her again for a while.
"Bye." Angol Mois waved, seeing the last of him.
She didn't know where he actually was going.
So in a slightly less related note, I mapped out all the Happy end chapters so I should update that soon. I just want this story to get somewhere interesting first. Glad the plot's here!
In an even less related note, this is the second edit of this chapter. And you know what I decided to change about it instead of probable huge grammar errors? Add more pathetic Kululu and Kurumois!
Because I am a simultaneous awful and wonderful person.