The last chapter :'(

I really hope you enjoyed this short tragedy.


Kululu listened to the sound of Giroro's crying and felt like crying himself.

Kululu had never particularly cared for Natsumi or Tamama or Mois, but he felt grief all the same. Though mostly his feelings, he was sure, were purely sympathetic for those that were grieving the loss of their loved ones.

He was too stunned to even move his body, it seemed.

It was impossible to him that just a few minutes ago, those three people were alive and now they were dead. It didn't seem right.
Was it that easy to die?

Kululu glanced at the bodies and hurriedly looked away, feeling a pang of something that burned. After a moment, he looked back down at them again. Tamama's eyes were still partially open.

The sergeant major shivered. Giroro sobbed profusely, his cries sounding like some kind of wounded animal.

Kululu slunk down onto the floor next to him. He felt a little better being closer to the corporal, but he had no idea what to say.

"This is your fault." Giroro's voice, though hoarse from crying, was steady.

"What?"

"This is your fault…," Giroro repeated vehemently through his teeth.

"Giroro-"

Giroro lunged at Kululu and put his hands around the sergeant major's throat. He forced him to the ground on his back.

"You fucking killed her, you fucking killed her, you fucking killed her!" he screamed.

Kululu desperately tried to pry Giroro's fingers away from his neck, but Giroro was simply too strong. He tried to throw him off, to push him away, but he wasn't able to. The sergeant major wondered if he could have saved himself had it not been for the steroid.

"This-is-your-fault-your-fault-your-fault!" Giroro lifted Kululu's head up and banged it against the ground with each word he spoke. A surge of saliva poured from his mouth onto Kululu's face.

Kululu saw dark patches in his vision and started feeling lightheaded. He choked and beat the ground with his heels but Giroro did not lighten the pressure on his windpipe. Kululu wondered why the others weren't helping and then realized that the only person left was Keroro. Keroro must have thought that this was his fault as well. Or maybe he was too afraid to intervene.

Kululu stopped trying to pull Giroro's hands from his throat and instead placed his hands under Giroro's body and tried to push him off. It did not work, and Kululu knew that he only had a few seconds left before he suffocated.

How the hell did all of this even happen?! He did not know that he was going to die when he woke up this morning.

How did they get from celebrating Mois's birthday to suddenly almost everyone was dead?

Kululu was going to have to give up.

His mind feverishly went over the events of the last few minutes. Natsumi seizing and coughing up blood, Giroro's awful sobbing, Tamama getting shot, Giroro's expression when he first started strangling Kululu…

The gun!

Kululu suddenly realized that the gun that Giroro had shot Tamama with was probably mere inches away. He stretched his fingers out and they brushed against the cool metal of the weapon. He brought it up to Giroro's head and squeezed the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot made Kululu's ears ring. Giroro's grip on his throat loosened. Giroro had a look of dull surprise on his face. He locked eyes with Kululu for a moment before collapsing on top of him.

Kululu gasped for air and forced himself to not think about what he'd done. He caught his breath for a few minutes, only focusing on how much it hurt to breathe and how swollen his throat felt.

As soon as his brain was sufficiently supplied with oxygen again, Kululu started to feel panic set in. His heart was throbbing in his bruised and burning throat. His fingertips felt numb. He could hear the blood rushing loudly in his ears. Giroro's blood dripped onto Kululu's face, and Kululu, as if from very far away, heard the sound of something breaking.

Oh, my god… Oh, my god… I shot Giroro! I did it! I killed him! I murdered him, I-

Kululu wrapped his arms around Giroro. The corporal's head was nestled in the crook of Kululu's shoulder and for a moment Kululu just held onto him like they were lovers.

Kululu hadn't even realized that he was crying until he let out a harsh sob and suddenly felt a stab of pain in his throat. Hyperventilating a little, he pushed Giroro off of him and sat up.

Giroro looked a lot younger when he was dead. Oh, my god, Kululu thought, I don't even know how old he was! I never asked! I don't even know-

But it didn't matter how old Giroro was. He was dead.

Kululu brushed a bit of hair away from Giroro's still-warm forehead and then looked at Keroro.

The sergeant had his knees pulled up to his chest and his head resting on his lap. His body was shaking with barely-suppressed grief.

Kululu twirled a lock of hair between his fingers and then pulled it out.
"… Sergeant?" he croaked.

Keroro screamed. He leaned back against the couch and covered his ears with his hands and screamed. It was a horrible sound. His voice was shrill and loud and he screamed until his voice went out, which didn't take long.

A minute passed in silence, and then the door opened.

"Keroro?" Dororo said. "Is everything alright? I heard you-" The lance corporal walked into the living room and froze. His eyes grew wide with horror and for a few moments he seemed unable to speak. "Oh, my god!"

He stepped forward, looking around at the carnage, and then thick tears started leaking down his face. He knelt, looking defeated, by Keroro's side and sobbed. "W-w-what happened?!"

No one was able to answer.

Kululu continued plucking locks of hair from his head. A feeling of almost undeniable fatigue washed over him and he longed to sleep. He clutched Giroro's gun tightly in his hand and for once found himself considering something he never had before. But he couldn't.

Not yet, anyway.

Kululu stood up and crossed to the opposite side of the living room. He turned on the radio and listened to the 1950's song play for a few minutes before he realized with a start that there wasn't actually a song on the radio, just static.

An unidentifiable buzzing filled his ears and he punched the wall. His fist went right through the thin drywall and left a good-sized hole. His knuckles started bleeding.

Punching a hole in the wall was something that Giroro would have done, Kululu decided. That thought brought on more tears.

He was a murderer. He had murdered one of the people he liked the most out of the people he knew. He had killed Tamama and Natsumi and Mois, too. He had killed everyone. Giroro was right, it was his fault.

Kululu found himself wishing that he had let Giroro strangle him to death.

They were all dead. All of them. Kululu had killed everyone the moment he caught that mouse on the boardwalk. The moment he first got the idea to make the virus.

No, they had all died earlier than that. They had died the moment he was given the order to make a steroid.

Kululu turned around and looked at the others, and was surprised when he couldn't see them. He frowned in confusion, and then realized that he wasn't wearing his glasses. He must have taken them off at some point.

"I'm sorry," he said to no one in particular. He replaced his glasses on his face and went over to where Dororo and Keroro sat crying. "I'm so sorry…"

He sat next to Dororo, because Dororo had to be first. He put his arms around the lance corporal's neck and hugged him. Dororo cried even harder and buried his face in Kululu's chest.

Kululu gently rubbed his back, and then he put the gun to Dororo's head and shot him.

Immediately after, he directed the weapon at Keroro, who didn't even have a chance to react, and killed him too.

Kululu felt numb. He was so, so tired. He couldn't feel anything except for exhaustion anymore.

He glanced over at where Giroro's body lay and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

Kululu put Giroro's gun in his mouth and squeezed the trigger again. There wasn't even any pain, just a loud noise and then silence and a pressing darkness.

Kululu kissed Giroro passionately on the mouth when he next saw him. The corporal tasted like blood.


this fic is so fukkn sad omfg i'm never gonna write something so tragic ever agAIN

Everything was screaming forward only to abruptly be stropped. And now everyone's dead ;_;

Ohhh, boy.

Bye! I'm going to be writing something a lot more light-hearted next. I'm thinking perhaps another KuluGiro? But different from the last one. And I want it to be like a RomCom. Idk. We'll see. Unless anyone else has a suggestion? I don't write on request but if there's something you'd specifically like to see from me then you can suggest it and see if I do it. No promises though, lol.

See you later~