Another chapter. Sorry, I skipped to Kululu pretty quick. Why? I have no reason. I just like Kululu and all my stories have kurumois and I needed to get to the kurumois.
It didn't take any more than a few days for Kululu to realize that he was the number one public enemy. Posters and warnings were all over the town talking about him, with a hefty reward for finding him and turning him into the government.
From the knowledge that Kululu carefully gathered, it seemed that he was the most advanced alien that the pekoponians had ever come across. They had discovered the reality pen that he had given to Saburo.
"He was very smart." Saburo would say at press reports that Kululu watched, "He gave me this as a gift. Never knew he could make anything this great."
Kululu felt anger at first at Saburo for selling him out, then he felt hurt. I trusted him. I tried to relate to him, make us the same. I...I thought he'd be my only ally on this world.
But Saburo had sold him out. For a lot of cash he had told the government about Kululu and his talents, and now most of the resources of the planet were dedicated to hunting him.
He didn't have a name. Pictures of his face were only the ones that satellites had taken during his fight with the Angol- his face plastered with fear as if he was defeatable. Kululu was a means to an end, nothing more.
He shivered at the cold, humid air of pekopon as he hid from all the people looking at him. His shaking during the nights hadn't stopped and his one bit of happiness- knowing Saburo, had now been broken.
He was going to die here. He was still decently injured and would not be able to escape if he was discovered.
I need to find a place that looks like it has security that's easy to penetrate. Take it over, brainwash the pekoponians with my headphones and then rest there for months possibly. Kululu decided. He tried not to think about Saburo.
After all, he might do the same for cash, selling someone out. He wanted to rationalize the betrayal that had happened to him. He needed to rationalize it.
But Kululu knew that he might not do the same if he actually cared about someone. Saburo hadn't cared. He had always been honest about that. Kululu had just been desperate to have someone who cared.
Limping during the darkness of the night, Kululu eventually pulled himself off of the streets. He had two goals. Find a place defenseless and find his platoon mates. Not because he cared for their safety but because for once he needed them.
He was defenseless. Tamama's an idiot. He has no experience. He couldn't help me here. Kululu decided to leave him be and not track him. Tamama might not even offer the company he needed.
His mind briefly flitted to Keroro, he had admired his platoon leader for a bit. But after crashing on Pekopon and hearing no news of his impressive nature it was becoming more and more clear that Kululu had been conned and Keroro really was an idiot and it wasn't an act. So Keroro was out too.
That meant the only person who might be able to help Kululu, might be able to save his life, was Giroro, the last platoon member. They had different abilities and together they worked very well. Giroro was fun to tick off and they had a terrible relationship but Kululu needed him, something he didn't like to think about.
So Kululu went off looking for Giroro.
Eventually he happened upon a place that Giroro's signal from the microchip he had placed in him secretly was going off. A quick glance at the place made it look like Giroro wasn't in it though- after all it looked like it was in a perfect state and Giroro would have fought against his pekoponian captors with everything he had.
"Must have been a mistake." Kululu couldn't see Giroro being a willing slave as he glanced at the sign labeled 'Hinata House'. Giroro was the least likely to try to befriend the enemy or help them with anything, but the house looked quite comfortable.
The security didn't look all that great from the outside, so Kululu went to the backyard and sneaked in through the sliding glass door.
There was a woman in the kitchen making some coffee. A pekoponian woman with blue hair.
"Ku, ku, ku. You'll be the first I kill!" Kululu laughed, pressing his headphones to make sure that she collapsed.
The tall woman turned around but she began to fall. She gave him a small smirk and the door was ripped open as several large cats that Kululu's sound waves didn't effect properly ran into the room.
"Catch him and bring him to me." The woman ordered. She smiled as if she was just waiting for an alien to walk into her house and challenge her.
Kululu couldn't outrun large cats and the cats didn't care to play nice. Clawing and raking his already wounded body, they grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and picked him up.
The woman stood up. "So another alien has tried to sneak into my house. I suppose it's better that I find you before my daughter. I'm not letting you hurt her. Not like that other one is bound to do."
"So you're a Mom, huh?" Kululu tried not to be frightened. He looked down hoping she wouldn't recognize his face from the posters. I can use this to benefit me. Mother's are weak. I can use their love for their children to save my life and let myself out. He couldn't struggle against the beasts. They were probably genetically modified.
"I'll probably be the last person you ever see." The woman pushed up her glasses, "You should be pretty unhappy that you ran into Aki Hinata of all people- leader of the shield party. I don't take kindly to aliens attacking me."
Crap! The leader of the shield party? She must be tough then. Kululu tried to stay calm and think things through.
Aki pressed a button on a remote. The kitchen table disappeared and was replaced by a lab table. "I don't play with my food. I kill it quickly."
Kululu knew this was just a threat, but he felt his hands become sweaty and his eyes become wide with fear. Memories flashed through his mind at his previous near death experience with the Angol girl.
It was happening again. He was going to die.
N-no. No! No! Kululu's mind screamed as he desperately tried to free himself. He was weak, he couldn't. And he couldn't focus, couldn't use his mind to think out of this mess. All he could think about was the nauseous and clammy fear as he felt himself desperately try not to cry.
He didn't want to die. He was still alone. Still purposeless.
Aki pulled him out of her cat's mouth and strapped him to her lab table. Kululu tried to struggle against the cuffs, but they were tougher than him.
There's only two choices in this situation. She realizes who I am and turns me over to the government or kills me now. Both options mean death. Kululu realized. There was no third option.
Panic and near death experiences seemed to make him try to desperately try to hope. He almost begged his platoon mates to burst in and save him. But nobody would be there for him. He was a jerk till the end. Nobody cared.
He waited for Saburo to come, to save him like last time. But a pekoponian wouldn't save his life either.
I'm on my own. Nobody is going to save me this time. Kululu realized.
"Good-bye little alien." Aki brought out a sharp knife, bringing it closer to Kululu's throat.
Kululu wanted to scream. "W-wait!" He said desperately, "You...You won't be able to kill me."
"We can see." Aki's eye twitched.
He had to talk himself out of this. What could he do to keep Aki from thinking calmly? "If you kill me your daughter dies. I've poisoned her food and only I have the antidote." Kululu lied.
Aki's daughter who she cared so much for was the key.
Aki looked frightened for a moment. She moved her knife away. "Tell me the antidote." She took the bait, desperately.
"Ku, ku, ku. You'll never get it." Kululu mocked. He knew that she had a lot of utensils and knives, and that she could torture him to get this non-existant antidote, but he wasn't afraid of torture.
Knowledge helps get rid of fears. I need her to torture me. Kululu realized. It would be painful, but if he simulated what the pekoponians might put him through when he was handed over to the government, he'd be less frightened.
He needed to get rid of this near death experience fear. And the only way he could imagine to alleviate it was pain. It was shock therapy. And he'd make himself go through it.
Aki fell for the scheme. She jammed a fork into his side.
Kululu didn't scream out in pain. Instead he swallowed the pain, just laughing. "Ku, ku, ku."
"You will tell me, or I can't promise how your body will turn out after this. I am a master of torture. When one of my beasts doesn't do something right, I am forced to teach them a lesson." Aki hissed, "You are just like that. An animal. A beast."
"Well, nobody's been able to torture me yet. Ku, ku, ku. And I doubt you'll be able to either." Kululu bragged.
This just challenged Aki more. She twisted the fork inside of him.
Kululu closed his eyes letting whatever happened to his body happened. Mallets could crush his fingers, his skin could be brutally torn off one by one, and he could be strangled until he couldn't breathe.
But he knew he'd survive. So it didn't matter. He could just go to another place and space out. As long as he was in the darkness he was safe so he didn't have to deal with any of this.
I'm sergeant Major Kululu. There's no reason to be afraid. Even though he tried not to focus on what was happening to his body as Aki pried open his mouth desperately and closed her hands over his mouth and nose until he was desperately squirming for air and his face was turning purple, he focused on one thing- how the cuffs worked. He tried to move his arms just slightly figuring out which place they were weakest.
If he squirmed his head around his headphones could be hit open and wires would come out. As soon as Aki was bored he could pick the lock and escape.
"You have a lot of injuries." Aki realized and hissed, "You've been through this before."
Kululu didn't talk. "Ku, ku, ku. Thank that angolian girl you pekoponians are keeping. Luckily keronian organs heal quickly."
Aki frowned. His body was mostly purple, his blood hadn't even started to clot, but he was still laughing. None of this was working as small parts of what little muscle Kululu had was exposed from what she had torn.
"I'll get Natsumi to the doctors myself!" She decided. She was wasting time. She needed to save her daughter. So bored, she turned away and left. "When I come back, you will die."
Kululu smiled and didn't say anything. I won't be here when you come back.
As soon as she left the room, he squirmed his head around popping open the headphones. Picking the lock with his wires his cuffs open as he ignored the throbbing pain in his fingers and freed his legs. He then dropped onto the ground, ignoring the trail of blood.
He needed to get out of there before Aki realized who he was. He needed to run.
Kululu didn't know that the trail of his blood was the perfect scent and flavor for Aki's animals to follow. He was too weak to run, so instead each movement he made was clever, figuring out how to best hide himself and when to move. But no matter how far away he ran from the Hinata house the beasts growled and followed him.
He eventually collapsed face first in the dirt. His hands were shaking.
No...They'll bring me back! I can't let that happen. He wouldn't be tortured again. He would just die.
Suddenly someone jumped down from the tree. The girl with the long green hair pulled out a sword and sliced at the beasts. The beasts fell down.
"He's my prey. An evil alien must be delivered to the authorities. They will rule how to punish him." The girl said. Kululu couldn't see her face, just that she had an odd fox mask on.
He was the evil alien. And despite all he had done, he was going to be taken away. He would be killed and punished anyway. He lost consciousness as the girl grabbed him.
Kululu woke up in a large conference room.
"So it's decided. The keronian named as Kululu will be handed over to the sword party to aid in the development of a spaceship, is that what you want, Haru?" Someone asked.
The man known as Haru who had short pink hair nodded. He had an emblem of a sword on his coat.
Making a spaceship? So I won't die? Kululu wondered. He looked down at his arms. Although he had been bandaged he had cuffs and was chained up.
Haru walked over to him as many of the other government officials left the room. A boy who resembled him with dark blue hair was standing by his side.
"You going to tell him, Fuyuki?" Haru asked.
"No. My pet doesn't need to know we found him." Fuyuki shook his head, "All you need is this one, right? Not mine?"
Haru nodded.
Kululu struggled against the chains. Desperately as he realized what was happening he tried to fall out of his chair. I can't make a space ship for them! As soon as my use is served they'll kill me. And he didn't want his last moments to be used as a tool. Being a traitor to Keron wasn't what he wanted to be remembered for.
He was going to die. The man called Haru would kill him. And Kululu was more afraid of dying than anything.
"We won't kill you." Haru's voice sounded calm, manipulative. "We just want you to make us a spaceship and more reality pens like the one you made for Saburo. You can be an ally if you prove yourself."
I don't have the materials to make more reality pens even if I wanted to. Kululu shook his head. "I don't trust you. And I'll never make the tools you want. Ku, ku, ku. You can try torturing me, but it won't work!" He grinned. He had done the simulations. He could survive whatever torture they cooked up for him.
Fuyuki and Haru glanced between each other. "I think he's already been tortured, Dad. I think he's not bluffing."
"What a weirdo." Haru frowned, "But he'll work for us. We just have to find out what makes him tick. I'm sure some sort of torture will work."
Haru glanced at Kululu waiting for Kululu to change his mind. Kululu glared. He wasn't that worthless. He wouldn't give in.
Haru waved his hand. "I suppose we can just put him in the room with the Angol while we wait for him to give in to our demands."
Kululu couldn't help himself from panicking when the Angol was mentioned- the person who had almost killed him, his greatest fear. "No! Not that!" He screeched.
Haru smiled. "You aliens are all the same. The lord of terror always frightens you. I suppose I've already found what makes you tick."
Kululu desperately tried to struggle free. She'll kill me! I...I don't want to be near her. His body was shaking against his will, his hands were cold and white. Her eyes had been so hollow as if he was less than an ant. She hadn't even cared when she hurt him. He wasn't anything.
She hadn't even spoken. He would have been less afraid if she had anything resembling a personality, if he could get under her skin, be a jerk till the end as he deemed, but he couldn't. She was robotic, lifeless, and if she hurt him it would mean nothing.
She frightened him. He didn't want to be near her. But it was too late. Haru was already dragging him off.
And Kululu knew there was no stopping this evil. He was doomed and going to die. He wished he could give up on his life, but his fear made him care too much for himself. He didn't want this to happen.
But it was too late. He had tried to evade the Angol for weeks but he was back to where he had started. He was going to die again.
To be at least partly fair, it's because we haven't seen much of Angol Mois as part of the team and she came before Dororo in the anime and the manga, so this is the excuse I'm going for at the moment as to why Dororo hasn't had an arc yet.
Anyway the next chapter will be an Angol Mois chapter.
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