Funny story about the last chapter, I totally forgot to publish it. So I was just sitting around wondering why nobody had reviewed it.

Anyway, this chapter has smut, so skip if you don't like. I'm sorry, my kurumois spirit is weak. So weak.

Mostly Kululu in this chapter. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

"Dororo, take care of Kohizou. Please," Koyuki begged her husband the day she had been taken. It had proved a mistake to let Kohizou play at a friend's house. They had learned his name and looked up his records and learned that he was not registered on the Harvest list. The family, jealously, had registered him.

Now, Koyuki and Dororo were being hunted because Kohizou's name had been drawn. "I am Kohizou," Koyuki declared to the guards. "I'm the one you want for the Harvest."

With a small nod, the guards grabbed Koyuki by the arm, not even giving her a chance to say good-bye to her husband and son. As long as they delivered what had been requested, their job was done.

"KOYUKI! NO!" Dororo screamed, ready to fight the guards. Koyuki shook her head. It was the only way that their son could live.

But she had a plan... Perhaps, if she saw Fuyuki he wouldn't murder her, for his sister's sake. Perhaps she'd have her life yet.

She was dragged away.

Koyuki was thrown onto the ground in front of Fuyuki.

"I thought I requested a little boy. Children are always the best for the Harvest." He waved his hand. He looked closer, though, and recognized who was on the ground before him. "Koyuki," he hissed.

The last time he had seen Koyuki was when she had stolen his sister away from him. He still didn't know where Natsumi was to this day. The world was just too big to find the one sick girl.

"Fuyuki." She looked up at him with hatred. She had helped him loyally years ago, guarding Natsumi and sticking by her side. But as soon as she learned of Fuyuki's evil intentions and the way he had changed, she had dragged Natsumi away, escaping with her.

The history between them was not a good one, and they both looked at each other with venom.

"Kill her," he ordered Angol Mois. Mois looked between Koyuki and Fuyuki.

"Sh-she's..." It was hard for Mois to speak up for herself. She had fond memories of Koyuki and didn't really feel like killing her. "She's a nice person, though. Do we really need her for the Harvest? Don't you think Natsumi wouldn't like this?" She did a single nice thing, and voiced concern against killing Koyuki.

Koyuki looked up in surprise. Angol Mois was pleading for her life? She had learned of Fuyuki's evil long ago, and heard rumors about Mois's, but she knew the kind girl couldn't be truthfully evil.

Fuyuki thought for a moment. It was true that Koyuki was Natsumi's best friend.

"I'll release you. You can live. But only if you tell me where you put Natsumi," he told her.

Koyuki shook her head. "You're evil. I can't let her fall into your hands!" She declared.

"I... I might be evil. I might have fallen into darkness for my goal of resurrecting Keroro. But I promise you that I would never harm my sister," he told her. "I only want the best for her."

Koyuki bit her lip. She didn't want to tell him. But she knew she needed to live, to help Kohizou and Dororo. Who knew what would happen to them if she died?

Kohizou was in the picture now. It wasn't just her and Natsumi. And it would be terrible to leave Dororo alone.

"Let her live. Koyuki's a good friend and wants the best for Natsumi, too. Let's not kill her," Mois begged again, tugging on Fuyuki's arm.

Fuyuki knew he had no stomach for killing in cold-blood. It was Mois's job. And if she wouldn't go through with it, there was little hope for Koyuki's death.

"Fine," he agreed again.

Mois smiled and clapped. "Good! She was such a nice girl!"

"You're nice, too," Koyuki told her, beaming. She knew their time together in More Peach Summer Snow hadn't been for nothing. "I'm glad I had a friend like you." Angol Mois's smile turned to a frown and with a popping noise, as if a bottle had been opened, Koyuki's head exploded, right in front of Fuyuki and Mois.

"You made a mistake being nice." Fuyuki looked over at Mois. He didn't mind that Koyuki's decisions had ended in her immediate death. Her blood could still be harvested. He honestly, was still mad at her for stealing his sister.

He was disappointed. though, that she had died before she could tell them Natsumi's location.

Mois just looked with sad, shocked as Koyuki's body fell onto the ground. "You're right... I did make a mistake." She turned away, hating the curse on her.

If only Koyuki hadn't said that, felt that... she would have still been alive.

Mois sniffled a little bit, mourning.

- Present day -

Angol Mois had just left to track Dororo. Kululu and Fuyuki were still working on the Harvest.

"This Harvest will definitely be the last one. The best," Fuyuki smiled proudly. "When Sarge has an entire week to be alive, I'm sure he'll have time to track down the soul that can sustain him."

Kululu nodded listening. Usually during the Harvest, Keroro either went on a killing rampage or hung around Fuyuki and Angol Mois. He usually monitored from far off cameras, doing more behind the scenes work controlling the populace during the Harvest.

"I hope so," Kululu agreed.

"Why do you hope so?" Fuyuki asked curiously.

Kululu scowled at him. "Obviously because I want him back alive! Ku, ku, ku."

Fuyuki scratched his chin. "You know... I've always wondered about that. What's your goal for helping us bring the sarge back?" Fuyuki picked up a dart and started throwing some darts on a dart board, to make Kululu feel like this was an innocent sort of conversation.

Honestly, Fuyuki felt very suspicious of Kululu. He had never really trusted the guy.

"My goal?" Kululu asked curiously. Of course Fuyuki would wonder why I'm helping out.

"You better not plan on double-crossing us at the last minute. Mois and I would end you if that happened," Fuyuki threatened.

Kululu nodded. "Ku, ku, ku. Don't worry, I'm the most trustable guy around!" he joked. Fuyuki glared at him before throwing another dart. He got the middle of the board.

"Don't think I'm some idiot. I know out of all of the Sarge's platoon, you were the least sad by his death. When everyone left to go their separate ways because they had to figure out what their lives were now that the Keroro Platoon was over, you stayed in your lab, clearly unaffected," Fuyuki reminded him. "That... and I know that the Sarge coming back wouldn't benefit you."

"How so?" Kululu asked. He was curious to see some of Fuyuki's deductive reasoning.

"I know you're 'getting some' from Mois. You two bang almost constantly, and if you're trying to keep it a secret, you haven't been doing a very good job. So the Sarge coming back... Mois's boyfriend, might I remind you! ...it wouldn't benefit you in the least." Fuyuki reminded.

Kululu shrugged, "Sure, we bang, and sure we bang a lot, but it's only to pass time. Might I remind you that I'm pretty much Mois's slave, and that included in that area. The captain coming back would just relieve me of one of my duties. Although that certain duty comes with some perks... ku ku ku... it's easy to give up, too," Kululu explained.

Fuyuki narrowed his eyes. "I'm not stupid, Kululu."

"Boy, am I surprised." Kululu yawned.

"I know you're trying to replace Sarge in Mois's heart. You're trying to be her lover, to replace the void he left. You probably conned her into it and have no intention of just giving up your relationship. So I see no benefit for you when Sarge comes back. Because he'll take the spot that you were warming up in her heart happily," Fuyuki snidely told him.

Kululu didn't listen much. He knew what Fuyuki said was mostly true. But it didn't hurt him, he had already accepted it.

Fuyuki was mostly right. Well, he hadn't exactly conned her into a sexual relationship with him, but he had made a vast mistake.

He was right that he had been the one to start it, though.

"You know... I could be like a spot-warmer for him," Kululu had suggested one day to Mois. Despite everything he had done for her and had been doing, she still seemed so sad, so lonely. Fuyuki and Kululu alone couldn't replace the Keroro she had lost.

"Excuse me? What do you mean?" Mois asked.

"I could... you know, um... do more...what's the word... romantic? Yeah, I think that's the word - romantic things for you, to make it feel like he wasn't gone. To maybe comfort you?" Kululu felt almost shy suggesting it. He knew Keroro would come back someday, so there was no way to ask her out for a relationship and he did want to help her, he just... He also knew he had a little bit of a selfish streak. He wanted to be closer to her.

"You don't have to," she told him.

"We don't have to do anything with feelings!" Kululu hurriedly told her. "But... just the actions, like kissing and stuff, like that... They've been proven to have a link to being healthier emotionally. Happier. They might be good for you, help you not feel so lonely from Keroro," he suggested.

"Are you suggesting to comfort my grief through kisses?" Mois asked, raising an eyebrow. It sounded a little weird to her.

"Uhhh... nooo..." He knew this had been a bad idea. He wasn't even sure if he was suggesting this for her or for him. To be close to her in any way. "I just wanted to let you know if you needed to replace the Captain in that way to, I'd be willing."

"Why?" Mois asked, "I don't know if I feel comfortable using you that way."

"It's completely fine with me. Don't worry, I don't have any morals. Just... it's so sad to see you grieving so much over him. Let me comfort you, at least physically a bit. Maybe it'll make you feel better? If it doesn't, we don't have to. You can just wait however many years it takes to bring the Captain back."

Mois thought for a moment. Kululu turned around to leave. This conversation was embarrassing enough and he suddenly realized how stupid it sounded.

"All right," she agreed, "You could say, sounds appealing?"

Kululu felt his stomach tighten into a knot. She had agreed? Even though he had made it sound incredibly stupid? "I'll try to do what the Captain did. Hopefully, it'll help." Awkwardly, he tried to put himself in the mentality of her loyal servant. He lived for her orders, to help her.

He went up to her and kissed her on the lips, trying to keep his heart from racing. He had to do this for her, not for him! It was selfish of him to enjoy this... Dang, I'm enjoying this. The feel of her lips, softly pressed against his and moving against his, letting him suck on her lip, was heaven.

He felt terrible for it. I suppose I'm still a jerk, even when I'm trying desperately not to be... I'm so selfish.

"W-was that okay?" Kululu asked, one of his hands pressed up against her back to push her a little forward against him.

Angol Mois's face was a little flushed. "Yes. It feels nice to kiss someone again, to be pressed up against them. It feels nice. Thank you." She gave him a thankful smile. He caressed her cheek.

"You like it?" Kululu asked, surprised, "Then can I... Can I be the Captain more? Can I comfort you even more?"

"As much as necessary. Just... make me feel like a person again, please," she begged. He couldn't refuse her sad little plea.

He gently pushed her onto her bed, which was behind her. She looked up at him curiously and calmly.

"Feel free to substitute the Captain in here. Think of me as the captain, if you can," Kululu told her. He knew this was a selfish thing to do, but she had requested.

Keroro and she had probably done things like this all the time. If he could remind her of those happier times for even a moment, it would be worth it.

He tried to push his personal desire to have sex with her out of his head. Sure, he would be getting this in the process, but it would only disappoint him when she called Keroro's name instead of his with that mentality.

He lied on top of her, his body much too light to weigh her down. He discarded her collar quickly so he could get access to her neck.

Kissing it, sucking, and licking lightly, he tried to do something that would at least let her moan, to give her a moment of happiness.

She squirmed under him a bit, stretching and allowing him more access. Her breathing grew much heavier.

He quietly unzipped the back of her shirt and discarded it, along with her cuffs, boots and hat. He tried not to look at her chest too hard, to ogle her beautiful skin.

What would the Captain do in this situation? Kululu asked. Probably something stupid and unarousing. He always believed that Keroro had the power in himself to turn anyone off.

It was hard to be like Keroro, so he admittedly just did what he'd do.

"Um... Kululu?" Mois asked, as he sat on her stomach and looked down at her face and her breasts. Her nipples were so pink and perky. He had no idea her neck had been so sensitive.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"What do you plan on doing to me?" Her eyes looked at him so curiously.

"Comfort," he said simply.

She closed her eyes tightly and nodded. "Oh. Will... Will this feel comforting?" she asked.

"You can be the judge of that. If it doesn't, or if it feels wrong, just tell me to stop. I'm your servant, after all," he reminded her.

"O-okay..." She opened her eyes and watched him carefully, to see what he would do.

He brought his hands down, curiously and hesitantly to one of her breasts. In a more circular motion, he took a firm grip and begin fondling it, squeezing it at what felt like a proper firmness.

He brought his lips down to her collarbone, and begin kissing downward, eventually licking at the other nipple hesitantly, before hearing a loud moan from her and continuing.

"Do you like that?" he asked, making sure not to stop the fondling on her other breast, as he looked up at her.

"Yes!" she responded with utmost certainty. "I do!"

Kululu smiled as he felt pride well up in him at the small rhythmatic moans she was making. He could feel something else well up in him, as well - arousal.

He begin kissing, softly down her stomach, before finally pulling down her bloomers and panties. He took his hand off her breast and dipped it down between her legs, continuing his ministration of kisses to the area below her belly button.

"Oh... Oh~..." she moaned softly, as he begin rubbing her clitoris. "I like that," she complimented. He smiled as she stretched her legs apart a little farther, giving him access to do whatever work he wanted on her. He could see just how wet she was.

He looked up to see that she was covering her eyes, although badly. She was peeking through her fingers to look down at him. Her face was completely flushed.

This was the cute Mois he had missed so much. The Mois that seemed almost happy, curious and surprised.

He dipped a finger, and then another inside of her, working his way at her as he massaged her. Mois started loudly moaning, and he could see her body shaking begging for more.

He kissed the inside of her thigh, before hesitantly moving upwards, and pulling his fingers out. They were coated with her fluids.

"I...I'm sorry..." she apologized. Her face was even redder than before.

"No problem," he answered, before beginning to lick her vagina, dipping the tongue onto her opening. Mois gave out a loud scream of delight as he continued rubbing her clitoris and moving around his tongue, as if writing mathematical equations with it.

He liked to hear her scream. Well, scream like this, that was.

"K-Kululu... Kululu... More..." she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer to her. He looked up to see her squirming around, her breasts bouncing as she clung onto her blanket.

He kept up what he was doing, and eventually she came, bucking her hips against his, and yelling out his name - something that he felt was a great victory, since she was supposed to be thinking of Keroro.

He took his mouth off of her and she let out a disappointed moan as she breathed heavily.

"Was that good enough?" Kululu asked. He sat on top of her, to look down at her. She could feel his arousal press up against her stomach.

She was breathing heavily from her recent orgasm. It was hard to answer him, but she knew there was still more to come. She eventually just shook her head, blushing.

"Can I do more to you, then?" Kululu asked. He was going to treat his problem later, and after her, but if she wanted the whole ordeal, he was happy enough to give it to her. To try to repeat the entirety of what she and Keroro had done.

"Of course," she answered back. He kissed her on the lips again. She moved her body against his, having a good idea of what was to come next now, and what they both mutually wanted.

Kululu left her lips after a good long kiss and moved downward. "Stretch out your legs a little more," he requested. She had closed them up again to get a little more friction.

She obeyed, and with one hand he tried to balance himself, gripping onto her waist, and another hand, he tried to guide himself inside her, slowly and gently so she could be comfortable.

He praised himself for the amount of self-control he was having, for not going crazy with her all around his sensitive cock.

She was still so wet, so aroused. He had to remind himself he was still doing this for her, and to move his hand back to her clitoris to keep her getting some added stimulation.

Rubbing her, and pulling out carefully to push back inside of her, proved to be difficult to find a winning combination of rhythm. But eventually, when she started bucking back, and giving him more direct commands of if he should go faster or slower, although she did so shyly, he found a good rhythm that seemed to win many loving moans of his name from her.

She gripped his shoulders, to help push him and the two lost themselves to their lust as minutes just went by of desperate moans and the sound of their bodies meeting together.

Eventually Kululu released himself inside of her, and soon enough she came again, too - with his name on her tongue, to his pleasant satisfaction.

He fell into her arms, tiredly as he pulled up to her side when they were done. He had always imagined having sex with her would be intense, but doing so was a whole different scenario.

"That... That was amazing," Mois wheezed, cuddling up to him. "I never imagined it would feel like that, that my first time would be so... so - what's the word - sexy?"

Kululu bolted up next to her. "First time?" he asked with shock. He had only gone through with this because he had thought... Well, he had assumed she and Keroro had been in this sort of relationship. He had wanted to help her replace him while he was gone and do the same jobs Keroro had done. Had he really stolen her first time for just comfort? He hadn't wanted that. "But... But hadn't you and the Captain...?"

"Me and Uncle? No. We never had sex," she admitted. "It never even came up in any of our conversations."

Kululu felt dumb. He felt stupid and bad about what he had done. "I... I am so sorry... I'm sure you were saving that for the Captain... I had no idea..." He knew his words were bland, tasteless. He was sorry, sure, but he was still on the high sex had given him, and he had honestly enjoyed having done something with her that Keroro hadn't.

He felt terrible. He was a terrible person.

"It's all right." She saw that Kululu was feeling guilty. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, before laying down in her bed and drawing him in her arms to cuddle him. "It... It was nice to feel something again. To feel like an actual person. I... I liked being in the moment, to feel something, anything, even if it was for just a moment."

Kululu's heart went out for her. The poor girl was still so sad, so depressed from all that had happened to her. And that moment between them was the only time she could really feel anything, any sort of happiness, even if it was fake.

She didn't deserve this. But this temporary fix would have to do for the time being, at least until his goal was complete.

"I'll do that whenever you want, then... to comfort you, to make you feel, I'll comfort you when every you need it," he told her.

"Thank you," she told him.

And that was how their sexual relationship had started. He had always felt bad about it, how his miscommunication with her had made him believe that that was a way he could spot-warm for Keroro, but the deed had been done, and it had worked. So he had continued it.

"You'll never be Keroro. To me or to Mois." Fuyuki continued their conversation, snapping Kululu out of his thoughts and memories. "You might be helpful, but you'll never be my friend." His eyes slanted at him distrustfully.

"I don't want you to be my friend. You killed my best friend, remember?" Kululu snapped.

"I didn't mean to!" Fuyuki snapped back. "Saburo had a chance to live in the gladiator ring! He just didn't have the strength to fight! I wasn't the one who killed him!" he defended. He hadn't wanted to kill Saburo, he really hadn't. Sure, they had some bad blood between them, a whole lot, especially after he had learned about the Harvest and tried to "change him." That had been an awkward moment, when Saburo had tried to reason with him instead of leaving, since he had originally sided with Fuyuki's plan to invade. He had reasoned with him and eventually confessed his feelings for him, kissing him.

That was back when Momoka had been alive, of course. She had walked in and immediately transferred Saburo across the world, keeping him as far away from Fuyuki as possible. Fuyuki hadn't realized she had been jealous at the time, but if he knew what would have happened to her, he would have comforted her and kissed her immediately after when he had the chance, reassuring her that his feelings were for her.

Saburo hadn't been the same years later when he had seen him, and he had joined Tamama's revolution, a fighter against the Harvest. Talking hadn't worked, after all.

He really hadn't wanted to kill him. That was why he had put him in the coliseum, a place where he and Mois put some people who fought against the Harvest that they chose not to kill. This would distract the populace with entertainment, and give them a chance to live if they did defy the Harvest. Sure, it was a chance to live as someone fighting in the coliseum for all eternity, but a chance to live nonetheless, and a warrior, to boot!

Saburo... Saburo hadn't lived, however. And Fuyuki was sad for that.

"If you betray Mois, she'll kill you, you know. She wants the Sarge to live just as much as I do." Fuyuki tried to shake himself away from Kululu's statements, the guilt involving Saburo.

"I know. I know she'll kill me," Kululu replied. The harshness of the truth didn't even faze him anymore. It was fact. "Good thing I don't plan to betray her."

Fuyuki narrowed his eyes again. Kululu's motivations were still a blur. He continued his dart game, trying to figure out.

There was no benefit for Kululu for this plan of bringing Keroro back.

Kululu went down to Keroro's body, floating in the tube. The only time he ever talked to his old captain was when the two of them were alone, when Keroro was dead and couldn't answer.

"I talked to Fuyuki today. You know, your best friend? He's a good friend to you. I wonder if Saburo was still alive and I died, if he would have been traumatized the same way and would have tried the same? Thinking about it, he probably wouldn't... I couldn't save him, after all," Kululu chatted away. "Ku, ku, ku... Anyway, Fuyuki said the weirdest things today. He said I was trying to replace you!" Kululu paused as if to wait for Keroro to answer. He knew there was only silence. But he waited anyway, feeling awkward in just talking to himself. "I'm not... but I can see why he'd think that. It's sort of true that I wish I was you. I mean, Mois gives you more attention than me, and you're dead! Everyone cared about you, and your death broke everyone. Well, ku, ku, ku. Except me," Kululu told him.

"I can imagine Tamama screaming 'jealousy' or something, like I'm jealous of you. And that's true, I suppose. I am jealous of you. But unlike Tamama, I don't let my jealousy control me. Sure, it's a thing, but it's not as important as my goal." He placed his hand on the tube again, as if Keroro could reach up and touch his hand.

"My goal is nothing so vile as replacing you. Nothing so cruel as double-crossing Mois. My goal is the same as theirs - to bring you back to life. But I suppose with a twist."

Kululu gave a wicked grin. "I need to find a way to control you, Captain. To tame you into being the perfect boyfriend for Mois. Because if you don't make her completely happy, this whole thing will be for nothing.

"Surprised? I wouldn't be. Would I really spend eleven years trying to bring my incompetent Captain back from the dead just for you? No. It's for Mois. Because my goal, my dream... It's just a simple thing."

"I... I want her to smile again. From the heart. I want her to find happiness... And it's taken me a while to realize this, but... I can't give it to her. She doesn't care for me the way she cares for you. So only you can give her back the happiness she lost." Kululu wasn't going to let himself cry as he vented to Keroro. This was just one of his normal venting sessions. Like using a diary.

"I'll do whatever I can to make her pure and innocent again. To fix what the world has tainted... So please... This Harvest, be nice to her. Love her. If I could give the love I have for her to you, I'd be happy to do so. But I looked into the science for that. It's impossible. So... all I can do is beg."

Kululu went down on his hands and knees to beg. "Just... Come back. Come back alive. Give her her smile back."

That was all he wanted. To have that pure and happy smile to be on her face once again.

His goal wasn't anything else.

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