Chap. 11 – The Final Countdown

Keroro's Room

Zoruru's wicked dagger pushed against Momoka's throat ever so slightly, but somehow, a tiny trickle of blood dripped down her neck. Fuyuki backed up against the wall, sweating. The first day they were a couple, and suddenly it didn't even look as if their planet would survive.

"You see?" growled Zoruru, "I'm not messing around with you. I move my right hand, her neck is slit. I move my left hand, I cut off her circulation. You cooperate, and I won't move at all, got that?" Fuyuki nodded meekly.

"Tell me." Continued the evil assassin, "Where can Sgt. Keroro be found?"

Fuyuki stiffened. If this guy was able to find the others, it would be all over and Pekopon would be dust, but if he didn't…

"I'm waiting…" said Zoruru in an expressionless voice, "and I HATE to be kept waiting." The knife moved a hairline fracture closer to Momoka's neck, sending another rivet of blood down her pale cheek. Fuyuki moved forward in alarm as his girl suddenly went limp.

"STAY BACK!" he roared, "OR I PULL THE PLUG NOW!"

"If you haven't already," muttered Fuyuki, a wave of helplessness overwhelming him.

"She has merely passed out. I can feel her pulse" commented Zoruru, "But she may not even have that for long unless you start talking, NOW!"

Fuyuki weighed the odds back and forth, and suddenly felt enormous guilt for even thinking about sacrificing…but if he didn't, Pekopon would be gone…but wasn't it doomed already, so…but what if…

"Sgt. Keroro can be found in the control room of his secret base," said Fuyuki in quiet shame, "The entrance is this mini-fridge. Now release Momoka NOW!" the boy could hear himself, the strained sound of desperation in his voice.

"Very good…" hissed Zoruru, "Betraying your very race for a worthless girl. Not my problem, though." And with that, the assassin whipped his blade across Momoka Nishizawa's neck, oblivious to the strangled scream of the foolish Pekoponian who lost everything trying to protect her.

K66 Base- Hallway

"Natsumi, on the day that we first embarked on our mission to invade Pekopon, there was a press conference to see us off. We were told that there would be a possibility that we might get…erm…distracted in our attempt to conquer. It was I who shouted: 'a warrior is not a lover!' But since I've come to live in this house, things have been, well, different."
Natsumi's eyes grew wide. It couldn't be, could it?

"The first time we fought, I couldn't believe that I could ever lose to a Pekoponian, an thus, my respect grew until…" Giroro's voice trailed off as he looked away from that beautiful face, and slowly moved his hands to the compartment on the front of the belt and flicked it open.

"T-that's my picture!"

"I love you," said Giroro quietly, "more than anything else in the world."

Natsumi picked up the red frog and hugged him hard, remembering all the times he had come to her aid. When he risked his life to get her the best birthday gifts. When he traveled great distances to get the cure-all liver from a Space Cerberus. How he always had her back when they were fighting together, whether it be Kilulu or Cavitian. Just all the good times they had shared having sweet potatoes together by the fire…

"I love you too," she whispered.

Mobile Turret Room

The duo of Keroro, and Tamama had finished the preparations to fire the turret at Garuru's ship. There was only one problem.

"Where the HELL is our FREAKIN WEAPONS SPECIALIST!" screamed Tamama over the buzz of red lights that were flashing everywhere." A voice on the main screen announced that the energy level was steadily dropping, and that they were all going to die soon.

Kururu descended into the room via an elevator and grabbed the PA system again. "YO! Remember the last Harry Potter book? When there was a war, and Ron and Hermione just started making out on the steps? Sound familiar?"

A minute later, Natsumi and Giroro came rushing into the room more breathless then they should have been. Tamama and Kururu stepped back with mild disgust, but Keroro waas oblivious.

Suddenly, Angol Mois shot into the room riding her Lucifer Spear. "Does anybody know how to dismantle an Apocalypse Vortex Climactic Weapon?" Kururu raised his hand.

"I believe I built one for my elementary school science fair. It was really finicky though, half of the time it-." Kururu couldn't continue as he was picked up by Angol Mois and the two hurtled out into space. Kururu's face soon appeared on the main screen.

"I suppose you want me to destroy the thing. Ku ku…this should be fun."

"Be careful!" Giroro yelled, "Garuru and the rest of them will do anything to stop you!"

"Oh I wouldn't be worried about that," said Kururu, mysteriously, and severed connection.

A tense silence enveloped the turret room as each thought the same thing:

I hope, for once, Kururu is right.