Koyuki had been on the Nishizawa radio tower for what felt like centuries. Meditating wouldn't work, because she wouldn't trust Zoruru; just waiting for her rescue made the time crawl by; trying to escape was what Koyuki didn't want at all, if Zoruru meant what he said.

Instead, Koyuki thought. If everything that Zoruru said was true, then Dororo had fallen in love with her.

Is that true?

A part of Koyuki hated that, because that would be the reason that Zoruru had kidnapped her. The other part wanted it to be true, because she…

Dororo appeared behind Zoruru, who was looking out over Tokyo. Zoruru turned around, a secret smile forming under his bandage mask. "Zeroro, you've come. You're pretty early, though."

Dororo looked into Zoruru's face, showing no emotion at all. "I couldn't wait until midnight."

Zoruru looked at him for a few seconds, saying nothing. A little while later;

"Zeroro, are you angry?"

Dororo glared at Zoruru. "My name…"

Dororo swiped his katana out in a swift motion, Zoruru leaping up and dodging the attack by inches.

"Is Dororo!"

Zoruru landed behind Dororo and struck at him with the claws on his arm. Dororo turned around and blocked the attack with his katana. It was a battle of strength there, Zoruru with trembling claws against Dororo with a shaking katana. "And considering that you kidnapped Koyuki-dono as if she was some item to lure me in," Dororo said, "I am pissed."

Their weapons parted, and Dororo and Zoruru began the battle. Koyuki could only see them as blue and gray blurs, moving all around the top of the tower and into the sky. Dororo, she thought, please be okay.

The next thing she knew, a shuriken came flying at her face. Koyuki managed to move her head just in time, but the shuriken's blade cut her left cheek. Koyuki winced in pain as the cut stung her face, and drops of blood fell down her face.

The next sound Koyuki heard was a cry; it was from Dororo. At first she thought it might have been in pain, but realized it was in pure anger. Even more so, it was in worry for Koyuki.

Zoruru and Dororo stopped moving, becoming actual figures instead of blurs. Zoruru was lying on the ground, and Dororo stood above him, his katana over Zoruru's throat.

"I…I lost," Zoruru mumbled. "Again…How are you better than me, Zeroro?"

Dororo said nothing, just stayed perfectly still.

"Go on, kill me." Zoruru turned his head so that he faced the overlook of Tokyo, making the katana cut his neck. Droplets of blood formed and rolled onto the floor. "Just kill me. I'm tired of losing to you over and over…so just kill me."

"No."

Zoruru glanced up into Dororo's face, causing the cut to go deeper. "Why not? You might as well kill me now, Zeroro."

"I am no longer Zeroro. I'm not the assassin that I once was. I don't want to kill you, Zoruru."

Zoruru's one red pupil dilated. "There is the assassin I once knew in there. So why do you pretend there isn't?"

Dororo relaxed the katana a little. "I'm not pretending anything. I know I can't pretend that part of my life never happened. But I can still create a new future. Because…" He looked up at Koyuki, still tied up to the post. "Because Koyuki-dono changed me." Dororo looked back down at Zoruru. "And if you try to hurt her ever again, you'll have to deal with me personally."

Dororo straitened up and took the katana away from Zoruru's throat.

Zoruru disappeared.

Dororo walked over to where Koyuki was tied up and sliced away the ropes.

Koyuki kneeled down next to him. "Thank you, Dororo."

Dororo looked up at Koyuki. "I'm just surprised that you didn't try to escape, Koyuki-dono."

Koyuki looked down at her hands, which were in her lap. "I wanted to, really. But Zoruru said that if I did try…" Tears were forming in Koyuki's eyes. "He said that he would kill you. And I know how foolish that sounds now, but…the thought of me spending the rest of my life without you…"

Dororo felt his heart beat faster, but felt guilty at the same time. Does she love me?—Am I responsible for making her sad?

He took one of Koyuki's hands in his. "Koyuki-dono, I'm sorry…"

Koyuki wiped away tears with her free hand. "But you didn't do anything wrong, Doro—,"

Dororo didn't even think about what he did next; he stood up on his toes, closed his eyes, and kissed Koyuki.

Koyuki felt her face flush as her lips made contact with Dororo's mask in the place where his mouth was. Dororo could feel his face turn red, too—you could see the colour even through his mask.

"Well now, this sure is a plot change, de arimasu!"

The kiss broke as Koyuki and Dororo looked up to see a large green airship with a yellow star and the letters KRR on it. The doors to it were open, and in the doorway stood Keroro, Giroro, Tamama, Angol Mois, Natsumi, Fuyuki, and Momoka.

"Praise be to the happy couple!" Tamama said, waving and giving a childish smile.

"You could say; very cute?" Mois said, pointing up her index finger.

"So sweet…" Momoka sighed.

"It is sweet, isn't it, Nishizawa-san?" Fuyuki said.

Yes! This is the perfect plan to get Fuyuki-kun to confess his love to me! Momoka's alter ego thought.

Giroro crossed his arms. "So, he fell in love with one of the natives. Disgrace…"

Natsumi smacked him upside the head. "Hypocrite," she said, and then she smiled at him. Giroro, holding the back of his head where he was hit, blushed. Natsumi turned back to Koyuki and Dororo. "Congratulations, you two!"

"Nachii!" Koyuki exclaimed, and smiled.

Keroro waved an envelope over his head. "Hey, we're going on vacation, de arimasu! Come on, you two!"

Koyuki stood up, and looked down at Dororo. They nodded to each other, and leapt onto the airship.

This vacation would be an adventure.