All right, so this is the official half way point.

Some notes. In the 14th volume of the manga (partially what a lot of my kurumois is based on) Angol Mois has to go into an angol stone for a while and one of the people who really misses her is Kululu, who even accidentally acts like she's still there, handing her stuff having forgotten that she's gone, he then remembers and misses her and helps get her out.

So yeah, this fic came from an idea of what if she was dead. It also came up from one other idea I like, (which I will mention in another author note, maybe next chapter.)

And um...? This halfway point also signify the point where I cram kurmois into this story a lot. Because it is a kurmois fic.

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own sgt frog.

Special thanks to my beta reader RunwithscissorsXXXbattlescars. I didn't use her for a few chapters in the beginning and you can really tell.

Future Giroro leaned back onto his broken desk, wondering how to phrase what had happened to Kululu. "You know... The way he currently is now... is kind of my fault."

"What do you mean?" Fuyuki asked.

"I haven't told anyone else... but I encouraged it. I was stupider back then... Invasion was everything to me. I mean... I didn't make him break, but I did help cause the monster that he is today," he confessed.

"What happened, though? How did he break?" asked Giroro, genuinely curious.

"The first death. The one he didn't have anything to do with. The accidental death" Future Giroro narrowed his eyes. "Mois's."

"But... how did she die? And why did it affect Kululu so greatly?" asked Fuyuki.

Future Giroro gave a meager shrug. "It took us all a while to realize it - I mean, I was pretty sure that, at the time, she was something he hated to be around - but something he still couldn't go without. Losing her... It destroyed him, in a way."

"What happened? What caused her death?" Giroro asked.

"It was just a normal day... Nobody could have expected the invasion plan of that day to go so wrong..." Future Giroro began his story.

It had been around 10 years ago or so. Keroro had stood writing on the white board as usual, trying to think of invasion plans that might work or be beneficial.

But each of his platoon mates wanted something different in the latest plan.

"Something fun!" Tamama cried out.

"Something destructive and militaristic," Giroro suggested, wanting them to finally invade using destruction.

"Something scientific!" Kululu wanted to put his skills to good use.

"Something good for the environment!" Dororo tried to suggest. Keroro didn't listen to him, though.

"Ummm... Okay, okay... Let me think of something..." He rubbed his temples. "Oooh! I know!" He started drawing a faucet on the whiteboard. "We'll make an invention that makes all the water in faucets turn to fire! And then all the Pekoponians will have to call a fire department to fix their houses. But while this catastrophe is happening we'll take our chance and invade!" he said.

"Using dihydrogen monoxide for evil? Ku, ku, ku. I love it. I'll whip up a quick prototype to see if it works out on the Hinata house," Kululu suggested.

"Guys, I don't really like this plan..." Dororo spoke up. Nobody listened to him.

And they all dispersed, excited for the plan for only an hour, before most of them forgot.

Kululu worked on the prototype and installed the conversion technique into the Pekoponian water drains, forgetting or maybe not purposely warning anyone that it was in. I'm not going to let them ruin another one of my inventions. The test will go perfectly, and we'll have to use this one for the invasion. Ku, ku, ku. This invention was the one that was going to be useful. He just knew it.

And that was why he forgot to warn Keroro it was still in when Keroro went to cook some ramen.

It wasn't really an official invasion meeting, just a working day where they all lounged about in Keroro's room to do their own things, otherwise pretend they were working. Tamama and Mois would hang out with Keroro, Kululu would surf the web on his laptop, Giroro would clean some weapons, and Dororo would try to get noticed.

Keroro got pretty hungry doing nothing and left a cup of noodle under the sink so he could get some water in it to cook.

He hummed a song stuck in his head and switched on the faucet.

"AHHH!" he screamed as flames danced out. He backed away, forgetting to turn off the source of destruction.

Before he could do anything more, the curtain next to the sink caught on fire. Keroro hurriedly backed away, but it was too late. The faucet was still on, and so the flames just continued spreading.

"GUYS! GUYS!" Keroro screamed as the kitchen hurriedly caught on fire.

"What's going on?" Everybody ran out of Keroro's room, coughing from the smoke.

"Th-the house... is catching on fire..." Keroro wheezed.

"Ku, ku, ku. Seems like my invention worked," Kululu laughed.

"Y-you did this!" Giroro grabbed Kululu and shook him. "Why?"

"It was my order, of course. Guess I just forgot to tell the rest of you. Ku, ku, ku. Be quiet, Corporal Grumpy. You're wasting oxygen." Kululu pressed a button, fleeing into his lab of safety and solitude, ditching the rest to deal with things themselves.

"I'm not letting Natsumi's house burn. Not on my watch," Giroro growled. He turned and ran off to try to escape the flames and use his survival training to find a way out.

"Bye, guys! Have fun dealing with your fire!" Tamama waved. He blew a hole through the wall and hopped out of the house that was now engulfed in flames.

A piece of the ceiling collapsed as soon as he left.

"U-Uncle... are you all right?" Angol Mois wasn't about to leave without Keroro. Dororo looked around, as well, wondering what the best, non-dangerous way was out of the house.

"Th-that way!" he pointed, not about to leave the rest to fend for themselves. He was very happy that Fuyuki and Natsumi were currently at school and didn't have to deal with that.

Keroro just shivered. His ramen had caused all of this. Natsumi was going to murder him when she found out what happened to her house.

He followed Dororo and Mois's lead until Dororo led them to the front door. Even enveloped by flames, the ninja was still brave.

"We have to jump through. It's the only way out. The whole house has caught on fire by now," Dororo told them. "My senses are telling me that."

"Th-there's no other way?" Keroro didn't want to jump through. He didn't want to get burned permanently. But there oxygen supply was becoming smaller and smaller.

"I'll go first," Dororo volunteered, knowing that Keroro always pushed him to go first, anyway. He jumped through the flames, but instead of doing it silently, he screamed from the scorching hotness.

"DORORO!?" Keroro yelled. "Are you okay?"

From the other end, he heard Dororo breathing heavily.

"Y-yeah... I just burned my leg a bit..." Dororo called to him.

"Your leg? Is burned?" Keroro's shivering continued. He was frightened. He didn't want to be burned. He started to cry and sniffle, using up the water in his body.

"Uncle! Uncle! It'll be okay," Mois tried to comfort him. "We just need to go through the flames... It might hurt for a little bit, but we'll be safe..."

Keroro just wailed, teary. "I don't want to get hurt! Why did the rest of the platoon leave us? I need them!" He started panicking, hyperventilating and feeling as if he was going to die. I don't want to die like this... Not like this...

"You'll be safe! I promise! I won't leave you, Uncle," Mois promised. The ceiling above Keroro began cracking. It was about to collapse.

Keroro screamed right as it fell, but Mois rushed forward and grabbed him, letting her larger body take the blunt of the wood and the concrete's weight instead of his.

Keroro collapsed for just a minute, long enough for him to lose consciousness and hear Giroro's voice.

"I'm right here! Don't worry!" Giroro came in and saved the day, using normal squirt guns to put out the flames and recover Keroro, who Dororo had told him was still inside, too afraid to make the jump. He did it as quickly as possible to save his friend.

"H-huh?" Keroro awoke as Giroro and Dororo pulled him out of the rubble of the house.

"Thank frog, at least nobody died." Giroro felt relieved.

"Y-yeah... I'm fine! I'm alive!" Keroro smiled. He jumped out of Mois's arms, since she had still been holding him.

"Yeah... You're both fine," said Giroro. He didn't notice all the blood covering Mois.

Mois wasn't moving much, her body broken and battered from everything that had crushed her.

Giroro had spoken too soon.

"Lady Mois?" Keroro asked, looking at her sad and pitiful body, unable to even help herself off the grass that Giroro had moved her onto.

A hole opened in the ground as Kululu brought himself back up from the lab to check on the damage that he had done.

"Hmm... Yeah, pretty destructive. This could definitely work for an invasion plan. You were right, Captain. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu at first laughed, only noticing the damaged house. He changed his gaze to the group, who was completely silent. Eventually, his gaze drifted to Mois, whose breathing was becoming shallower and shallower.

"Wh-what...?" Kululu was shocked. "Wh-what happened?" He dropped to his knees, unsure of what to do, or what to say. She seemed hurt, almost like she was dying.

"She... She saved me... in the fire. I... I couldn't make the jump... The ceiling collapsed and she shielded my body with her own." Tears were coming down Keroro's eyes. He knew what was happening a moment before it happened.

"U-Uncle..." Mois coughed. She didn't know how much she could say. Her strength was being drained.

"Y-yeah, Lady Mois?" Keroro sat by her side and squeezed her hand, hoping that what was going to happen wouldn't.

"I love you, Uncle... Please stay safe..." She gave a small half-smile, all her strength would allow, right before her life vanished, no more movement coming from her body. She had died.

"Wh-what?" Giroro didn't know what to say, horrified by the results of what had just been an invasion plan.

For a moment, Kululu just stood shocked, his body frozen to the ground, his eyes frozen to the sight of a dead Mois. Eventually his eyes shifted to Keroro.

"W-what did you do?" His voice was shaking.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Keroro asked. "I... I didn't have anything to do with this! She sacrificed her life for me, but it wasn't my fault." Keroro sniffed again at losing his niece, crying quite a lot. "I wasn't the one who didn't warn anybody about the invention! And I certainly wasn't the one who did nothing as everybody else was caught in a fire! I... I didn't leave her to die!" Keroro accused. He refused to blame himself.

Luckily, Kululu was doing the same. "You are the whole reason she is dead! If you had just jumped... hadn't made her stay with you... she'd be alive and everything would be fine!" he yelled.

Keroro shook his head. "The only one you should blame is yourself. You're the one who's responsible."

"You're both responsible! Shut up!" Giroro yelled. "Yelling about who's to blame won't bring her back."

"You're right," Kululu agreed. He turned away from the dead body.

"You're just going to leave just like that?" Giroro was surprised by how quickly Kululu got over one of their friends dying.

"Of course I am. Arguing won't bring her back. But science can. I'm a super genius. I can probably fix this." Kululu was focused on his own ability. His own hubris made him believe that his simple mistake hadn't caused Mois's death.

"How?" Giroro asked as Kululu blankly looked at his buttons on his remote that would send him down to his lab.

"Any number of ways. I could use time travel, I could use artificial cells, I could try many things. They'll... probably work. It's me, after all, who'll be doing it..." Kululu didn't laugh; his voice only shook for a moment before determination took root.

"Kululu..." Dororo tried to say something that wouldn't crush all hope, but also wouldn't make it so that when Kululu learned he couldn't resurrect the dead, he wouldn't break. Dororo had nothing, so he just stayed silent. He's probably feeling guilty... Maybe some alone-time will do good for him. We all need to reflect on what just happened. I think we're all in shock.

"I'm taking her with me. I need her to help," Kululu said before pressing a button that swallowed Mois's body into a hole into his lab. He didn't refer to her as a body; he couldn't face it.

And then he left to work.

"I should have realized something was up at that point..." Future Giroro admitted. "Kululu was in denial about the death. We all sort of were, except Keroro, who was already at the grieving stage. But Kululu took it worst. He probably knew he was partially responsible. If there was anyone who could make him feel guilt for any of his actions, it was probably Mois. Her innocence had this sort of effect on him, made him less of a jerk than he was, and that was why he was afraid of her. He just... felt more emotion," he told them.

"It was hard to explain to Natsumi about the house, and because Kululu was so busy, we had to fix it ourselves. It took a while. We were so busy that we weren't checking up on Kululu...

"He worked for months in his lab, with only her dead body as company, probably. He honestly believed he could bring her back... But, as you know, he couldn't. He worked obsessively for months. We didn't see or hear anything from him." He swallowed. "I was told to go check up on him after the fifth month mark, but he returned to our invasion meeting right before I went to leave for his lab." He paused for a moment, looking sad. "I suppose... being cooped up for five months with the dead body of someone you cared about isn't good for the brain, and believing so strongly that you can bring them back probably doesn't help any of the denial."

Future Giroro went back to the story.

Giroro was just about to leave the room to check up on Kululu. He was the one who had drawn the shortest straw.

Before he could leave, the door opened up.

"Ku, hey. Miss anything important in the latest meeting?" Kululu walked in and sat down.

"Wh-what... What?" Keroro jumped back for a moment.

"You're back, Sergeant Major!" Tamama remarked in surprised.

"Sure I'm back. Where have I been?" he asked. They hadn't seen him in five months, yet he looked to be rather fine. A little underweight and tired-looking, but considerably okay.

They didn't know what to say after that. Should they ask if he had any success with Mois? They all knew he didn't, because she hadn't entered the room with him.

"So... I was thinking for our latest plan, maybe something with flowers..." Keroro tested the waters.

"Sounds lame," Kululu laughed. "Who put you up to that plan? Dororo?"

Keroro nodded, seeing no difference with Kululu, and being honestly surprised.

"I guess he really doesn't have a heart," he whispered to Giroro. Giroro nodded.

"Or did Mois put you up to it?" Kululu finished, causing Keroro to stop joking and freeze.

"M-Mois?" Giroro's voice shook for a moment.

"Yeah. I mean, she likes flowers too, right?" he asked.

Keroro bit his lip. They hadn't spoken much of Mois since her funeral, which Kululu had refused to come to. But now he was talking about Mois as if she wasn't dead.

Keroro tried to change the subject, hoping that it was just a mistake that he heard.

It became quite apparent after a week that Kululu didn't have any idea that Mois was dead. It became very clear after Tamama off-handily mentioned it.

"So, you're doing quite well even though that woman's dead. Good work!" Tamama smiled.

"I think you're a bit confused, Tamama," Kululu corrected him. "Or are you playing some sort of practical joke on me? Mois isn't dead."

"Well, then, when was the last time you saw her?" Tamama asked, trying to one-up Kululu.

"Just this morning. We were working together in the base. Have you forgotten that we're coworkers or something? She helps me with all the tech stuff. And she's just as alive and sickeningly sparkling as ever." Kululu shivered a moment, thinking of her sparkles.

Nothing seemed to have changed. He was still frightened of her, and still acted the same, yet he was talking about Angol Mois as if she was alive, not believing a single word that she wasn't. He was seeing her as if she was alive.

He honestly believed that she was .

"O-oh frog..." Keroro chocked out a sob. "I don't want one of my platoon members to have to go through this... He's completely delusioned..."

"Maybe it's just a coping mechanism?" Dororo suggested. "If we gently push him on the right track, I'm sure he can grieve like the rest of us and get over it. It was a big tragedy, but we have to move on and honor her memory. We have to think of what's best for everyone."

They all nodded, for once listening to Dororo.

"Unfortunately, every time we tried to gently remind him that Mois was dead, he just clung harder and harder to the delusion. Even got violent sometimes. It was... really disturbing. Extremely unhealthy," Future Giroro explained.

"In the months following that, his delusions just got more and more greater. He would physically talk to her in front of us."

"So one day, Keroro sent me, yet again thanks to pulling the shortest straw, to set it right. Gentle nudging hadn't worked, and we all agreed Kululu's behavior was extremely wrong and unhealthy. I was supposed to be the big guns and knock some sense into him."

"That was when I screwed everything up with some stupid advice..."

Giroro approached Kululu as Kululu walked in the hallway. "Kululu. We need to talk."

"Hmm...? All right." He turned to the side. "You can go now. Go get that much-needed sleep you need or something, Mois." He waited for his imaginary Mois to leave.

"Kululu." Giroro took a deep breath. "She's dead. And I'm sure you know that."

"Who's dead? Natsumi? Ooh, must be a bummer for you. Ku, ku, ku," Kululu tried to tease. He honestly seemed to have no idea what Giroro was talking about.

"Mois's dead. She died in the fire you caused. She died trying to protect Keroro because he was too afraid to move. She's dead and she's never coming back," Giroro growled at him.

"Wh-what are you talking about? I just saw her." Kululu tried to point in the direction that she just went in.

"What you saw was a figment of your imagination. I'm sure you know that. I'm sure you know that her... sparkly innocent eyes can't be replicated or something. She's not real. Mois died eight months ago. Can't you remember?" Giroro began to shake him.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about..." Kululu tried to stay strong to his denial.

Guess I have to be kind of cruel then. And remind him. "Don't you remember? Her body crumpled on the ground. Her last words was that she loved Keroro and for him to stay safe. Her eyes eventually clouded into glass like orbs... Her body was unmoving on that grass, her clothes charred at the ends, rubble all over her cheek because she had just been crushed?" Giroro tried to conjure up a vivid image of Mois's death to snap Kululu back to reality.

"No... No..." Kululu shook his head. "Sh-she's... She isn't... Mois's fine..."

"You'll never ever hear her real voice ever again, Kululu. She's dead and she's not ever coming back. Ever. You tried to bring her back, but facing that even your science wasn't strong enough to bring her back must have been something that you couldn't take," he told him. He was blunt and mean, but it was the shove Kululu needed.

"M-Mois..." Kululu stopped fighting back against Giroro's shaking. His whole body shook as he finally accepted reality. "No... Sh-she can't be..."

"It was a great tragedy, Kululu. One that could have been prevented, but it can't be changed... It's time to move on." Giroro tried to pat his back as he quietly cried.

"Move on? Move on?! Would you say that to yourself if it was Natsumi in her place?" Kululu asked, sounding angry. "Mois didn't deserve to die! She was special... She was important to me... Sh-she was so pure... So innocent... She took over my world with her stupid, dead, eyes... She was everything. And She died because I just stood around doing nothing and didn't protect her..."

"Well, honestly, it was Keroro's fault, too. He stood around doing nothing just as much," Giroro reminded him, hoping that it would help his tears. It was kind of awkward for him, Kululu crying on his chest.

"It was Keroro's fault, too... I know... B-but I should have looked out for her. She was important to me and I didn't... I didn't think she'd die," Kululu admitted between choked sobs. "I can't get over it! What am I supposed to do? Sh-she's gone..."

"Occupy your time with something different. Like... invasion. Invasion is a surefire way to distract yourself. And it's our job to invade Pekopon. Invasion is important." Giroro took the opportunity to drill into Kululu's mind his own passion - invasion.

"I-invasion, huh? Maybe you're right... Maybe that will fill up whatever she left behind... I always have enjoyed the pain and suffering of others."

"We aren't running that kind of invasion, Kululu," he reminded as Kululu slowly begin to calm down.

"Maybe... if there is something I should focus my attention on, it's invasion... Live for invasion," he realized.

"There you go! That's the right way to do things!" Giroro smiled. Kululu's whimpers slowly drifted into shallow breathing as he just thought quietly about what he had lost.

Giroro held him for a few more minutes before he left, feeling as if he had done a good job.

The next morning, Kululu was gone, having vanished from his lab, leaving no traces of his whereabouts.

The platoon looked for him for an entire a week, but could find nothing.

"It turned out my advice for invasion was the wrong thing to say. Kululu decided to occupy his mind from heartbreak with invasion and anger instead. He had left to practice on some much easier planets, and soon invaded much of the universe. Our platoon was on Pekopon, so we had no idea, but he returned several months later to invade the planet I had originally believed he should invade," Future Giroro told him.

"Were you together with Sis at that time?" Fuyuki asked.

"Yeah. We had just recently gotten together. The invasion had been getting less and less violent and militaristic since Mois's death, but that was when he came back. He had several galaxies following him at that point, and had become quite a dictator. He invaded everything easily."

"But Kululu was still Kululu... He was still the little ball of denial that we all know. I think, even then, he couldn't face that he was partially responsible for Mois's death. He was filled with anger toward whatever had caused Angol Mois's death. That's why he's probably taking out his anger on the younger version of Kululu now, because he can't take it out on himself. At the time, though, he took the anger out on Keroro, who was the first one he visited when he came back to the planet."

Kululu stood before Keroro, half of the planet already invaded thanks to him.

"Kululu... You're back..." Keroro smiled. Kululu didn't talk to him.

"Do you remember Mois's last words?" he asked.

"Huh? O-of course I do!" Keroro stuttered, "But that has nothing to do with what happened with you. You've somehow successfully invaded half this planet. You've been gone for months invading. What's wrong?"

"Would you repeat them to me?" Kululu asked, not listening to Keroro's questions.

"Umm... Okay... They were, 'Uncle, I love you. Please stay safe," Keroro remembered. "But why do you need to know?"

"That's right. Her last words were a request for you to stay safe. Pity. I so wanted to kill you. But I suppose since it was her last request, I'll have to abide by it. Ku ku ku. So I guess you could say, not a single hair on your head will be harmed."

"I don't have any hair, though..." Keroro pointed out.

"You know the saying. I will not harm you. But that doesn't mean you won't be wishing for death after me. There are other ways for someone to hurt, to take revenge. Ku, ku, ku."

"K-kululu...What are you talking about? I'm kind of scared..." Keroro told him.

"Good. Because your fear is what killed her. You deserve to be scared." With those words, Kululu left.

The next day, Keroro discovered Dororo dead at his doorstep.

"And then, Keroro killed Saburo, Kululu killed Tamama, and Keroro joined Kululu. At the time, I just thought Keroro was a coward for joining him, but now... After how he reacted to Fuyuki's death, I'm thinking maybe he did it to prevent any more revenge from happening..." Future Giroro finished. "And that is what happened to Kululu."

"So he broke... because he couldn't handle Mois's death? That doesn't sound much like our Kululu," Fuyuki pointed out.

"He always had an attachment to her. He called it fear, but I'm pretty sure it was a lot more than that. She was his weakness, and although I'm sure he jokes with you guys about disliking her, losing her would be something he wouldn't be able to handle," Future Giroro told him. "She was something that wormed her way into his heart. After looking back on it, I... I think he was in love with her."

"Ummm..." Giroro and Fuyuki both looked at each other, wondering what to say about that.

"You don't think... he's been so mean to her lately because he doesn't want us thinking that, do you?" Fuyuki asked. "Geez, he would hate that story."

Giroro snickered a little. Fuyuki smiled, successfully distracted from Momoka's death.

"There's something important about this story, though, that I want you to think about." Future Giroro got up from his desk chair.

"And that is...?" Giroro didn't know what to take away from the story.

"Kululu is still the same broken guy that he was several years ago. Just because Mois is finally back to him doesn't change that. And I don't believe that he could go through with losing her again. I don't think he'll really make that time machine for you guys. There must be another agenda that he's hiding, because no way is he going to give her up. He won't send you back. So don't trust him," Future Giroro advised.

"I wish we could afford not to trust him, but we kind of need him," Fuyuki said.

"Then be one step ahead. You know what he wants out of your team now. It's Mois," Future Giroro told them.

The two nodded, thankful for the lesson.

They would be prepared.