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More Other world Fuyuki stuff, reveal of his plan.

Natsumi sat in her new room. Her body was filled with anger at the circumstances.

Keroro may have acted nice, but she was his prisoner. One of the greatest Pirate Lords in the land and she had been beaten, she and Saburo both. And now she was being held in captivity.

She tried pounding on her door, kicking at it, but there was nothing. It didn't even shake.

I suppose it wouldn't. This is the Lord of Terror's old ship, isn't it? She had heard about the mysterious vessel filled with power. Her overconfidence had told her if she ever happened upon it, she could take it for herself, but she could not. It only obeyed one command and that was apparently Keroro's now.

How had he done it? How had Keroro gone so far? How had he achieved so much?

"Saburo?" Natsumi called. She wanted to speak to the other Pirate Lord who was in the room next to hers. But the walls were very sound-proof. Nothing could be heard. "G-Giroro?" She called for Giroro, but yet again nothing.

Nobody was there. She was on her own.

She fell to the ground against the wall. Her own human strength couldn't beat the supernatural.

Eventually the door opened. Natsumi assumed whoever was coming in had her rations, her food for dinner. The kid that was Saburo's ship's cabin boy walked in. He had called himself Fuyuki, claimed he was her brother. She didn't really believe him.

He was dressed differently now. He wore a cloak, way more appropriate for her world's style than his previous attire.

"You fit in easily with our captures," Natsumi sneered.

Fuyuki set down her food. "I believe you're Natsumi, correct?"

"You know me. I fought Saburo, remember?"

Fuyuki shook his head. "That wasn't me. Apparently it was another guy from some sort of different dimension." He outstretched his hand. "Pleasure to meet you. My name is Fuyuki."

Natsumi frowned suspiciously. So the other guy who claimed he was her brother from a different world had been telling the truth? So was that her brother?

And why did this Fuyuki look exactly the same? "Natsumi. One of the three Pirate Lords," she greeted.

Fuyuki looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her to say something. Natsumi tore off some of the meat of her chicken breast with her teeth.

"Spit it out," she ordered.

"Apparently... you're my older sister. I believe we were separated when we were younger..." he started.

"That's bullshit. My brother drowned. I remember it precisely," she said as she chewed.

Fuyuki bit his lip. She could tell it was turning slightly blue. "Do you really? How young were you? How young was I? Memories sometimes warp themselves, especially when we're younger..."

Natsumi stood up. "I remember. You don't just make up someone dying! My mother grieved until she died and my father left after that, so don't you dare impersonate my brother."

Fuyuki frowned. "I'm sorry, sis—Natsumi," he apologized, "I thought you'd greet me with open arms. That's why I asked Keroro to go find you."

"What's your connection to that stupid frog?" Natsumi asked.

Fuyuki smiled. "I'm his first mate!" he proudly stated. "Don't worry, while you're aboard this ship, you, your crew, and your friends are safe," he assured.

Natsumi frowned. So it was he who had asked Keroro not to kill her and to imprison her. "Why do you believe you're my brother? Did that idiot from the other world tell you you were? And if you didn't drown, what happened?"

Fuyuki looked down. "I did fall into the water that day... I was so young, I barely remembered it. I barely remembered you until a thought struck me recently about my family and what they were doing," he confessed. "As I struggled in the water, I managed to grab onto a plank of wood instead of drowning. Mom or Dad must have missed me or something, or thought something else was me... I drifted in the ocean for a while but was rescued by pirates. They saved me..." he smiled warmly.

Natsumi frowned. That was the same for me. Pirates saved me and gave me a life... Could it be? He did look a lot like her mother. He had the same name as her brother, certainly... But he probably wouldn't remember anything about their parents. He was only four when he drowned.

Despite herself, tears rolled down her cheek. She wanted to believe he was alive, but then that would mean that her parents left her due to a silly misunderstanding.

"Sis...? I mean, Natsumi? You probably don't want me calling you 'sister' yet... Are you okay?" Fuyuki tilted his head to the side, curious.

"You can call me sister... If you really want to." Natsumi didn't care. She so desperately wanted her brother back. And so she pulled Fuyuki into her arms, crying.

As she cried, she forgot a vital detail in Fuyuki's and her past. Fuyuki couldn't have grabbed a plank of wood. His body was too weak from sickness. But she so desperately wanted to believe his story that she conveniently forgot.

Fuyuki wrapped his arms around his sister's back. "I'm so glad Keroro reunited us. Don't worry, you and your friends have free run of the ship. You're not imprisoned here. But please... Stay with me a little bit. I want to get to know you."

Natsumi nodded.

"My..." Fuyuki paused for a moment as he pet her hair. "...beloved sister." The word "beloved" sounded foreign on his tongue, but he smiled anyway.

"So he just let us go like that?" Giroro asked. Natsumi was smiling. She couldn't stop the smile that was across her face. She instantly trusted Fuyuki. There wasn't anything not to trust.

"Yes! But... I think we should spend some time with him. I mean, I got my family back. That's okay right? I can be selfish about this," she nodded to herself.

Giroro narrowed his eyes. "Of course you can. You deserve a family." He remembered the saying "It's too good to be true." Personally he didn't trust this. Two people who looked exactly the same? One who claimed he was from a different world and the other who claimed to be a dead relative?

Something was fishy about this. But he couldn't destroy Natsumi's happiness. He had to let her dream.

I'll protect her from the shadows. I don't trust this Fuyuki guy. No way could Keroro get successful on his own, but with the aid of someone else...There's something very wrong about this guy. And if he was after Natsumi, well... Giroro gripped the gun at his side. He wouldn't let anything happen to her.

He would protect her. He had long since accepted that his heart was stolen by her, and no way was Fuyuki going to hurt her. But he had no evidence to back his claim to be suspicious of the Fuyukis.

He'd have to lie in wait to see.

Fuyuki walked into his room, laughing. His reunion with Natsumi had gone exactly like planned, and his other self was already in the dungeon.

He tore off his cloak and sat down in his cushy bed.

"I finally found her... My family." He hadn't honestly expected the other Fuyuki to be with her, but it worked out for him. "What did she like saying again? You could say, killing two birds with one stone?" Fuyuki chuckled. "Well... she's dead, so she wasn't really even in the equation."

He leaned back into his bed. He only had two steps left. Thanks, Momoka. You gave me the spell for power. I didn't know those last few steps without you. Right now he had to focus on the hardest, though. Getting the heart of someone he loved.

His goal was simple - become more powerful than the gods themselves. And unlike the witch in the storybooks, he would achieve his goal. He could feel love; he had people he loved a lot. The problem was that he loved them too much to kill them.

Momoka... Momoka wasn't even something he would consider killing for his end goal. He loved her too much. And Keroro, he had befriended before he had even known he needed the heart of someone he loved. Keroro was his best friend. Although he wanted the power, he didn't want to have to kill Keroro if he had to.

This made it harder to find someone he loved, when the two people he loved the most he didn't want to kill. This had lead Fuyuki to finally wonder what his family was up to. After all, family bond is one of the strongest bonds in the world. Blood is thicker than water is what they say. The bond of family... he could easily grow to love a family member, even if the end result of that love was to carve out their heart.

It had been easy enough to find out that he had a sister and what she was up to - One of the three Pirate Lords, Natsumi Hinata. The perfect candidate.

His plan was simple - gain her trust, but most importantly, get himself to love her. His love was what he was after. And then, once he cared about her, he would kill her.

Natsumi's death would be his.

Fuyuki needed four things to become more powerful than the gods. Sure, he had some magical powers, and was supernatural and strong, but he was nowhere near as strong as the gods. And he hated them for what they had done to him. He would have his revenge.

He had two of the four items: the eye of someone filled with regret, and a soul with spiritual potential. After much hardship and conning he'd obtained these items, and he was on the way of getting Natsumi's heart, but drinking his own blood was having some problems.

For one thing, he couldn't touch the other world's Fuyuki. He had managed to use a spell book to summon a portal and contact him from another world just so he could bring the poor sap over to die. But he couldn't touch him.

He still needed him dead, though.

"I suppose I'll have to use him again." Fuyuki sighed. Easy enough. He walked down to Saburo's room, which was next to Natsumi's. Luckily the doors were sound proof.

Opening the door, Saburo looked up.

"Fuyuki!" he smiled. His smile dropped at the weird clothes that Fuyuki was wearing. "Where's your other outfit? That one was cuter..."

"I'm not that other Fuyuki," Fuyuki corrected. "I'm your world's Fuyuki. Don't you recognize me?" They had met before. Fuyuki frowned at him.

Saburo shook his head.

Fuyuki sighed and put his hood over his eyes.

"Oh! You're—" Saburo's face turned pale. "Wait... the Fuyuki from my world... is you?" He looked terrified.

"Yes. I suppose it's odd how much a person can change. For example, I'm not an idiot here, right?" Fuyuki smiled. He inspected his fingers "I have another job for you."

"No!" Saburo shook his head, inching toward the wall. His body was shaking. "I'm not falling for it again!"

"Why not, Saburo? You were so compliant last time when I needed to get rid of someone. And I can grant you more power... More of your wishes," Fuyuki grinned. "What did I give you last time for that little job again? Your own ship? A treasure island that nobody could find?"

Saburo touched his talisman subconsciously. "And... this magical talisman that made my ship invisible." He knew the magical power it held. He looked solemn. He had never told even his best friend Kululu that he had gotten it out of a deal. He had claimed he stole it.

"Yes. I made you a Pirate Lord, whether you care to admit it or not. You wouldn't be where you are today without me. But I can give you more," he said. "What's wrong Saburo? You were so willing to work for me last time..."

"I killed someone! You asked me to kill someone!" he yelled.

Fuyuki tossed Saburo a dagger. It was still coated with light purple blood. "You hated her. You were more than willing to kill her. That's why I chose you for the job. And now we're partners. Your secret, my secret, they're all the same. Why regret it now?"

Saburo looked down at the dagger, his face pale with regret. It had been his deepest, darkest secret, the evil that nobody must know. "I thought she was just pure evil. I thought I was helping people by getting rid of her. But the next town I went to I found someone looking for her, waiting for her to come home. I didn't know... I didn't know she had people that cared about her. I had just assumed she was pure evil and didn't have a family, friends, a lover. But I took her life, and ruined theirs. They aren't the same without her. My best friend Kululu, he constantly misses her. Wonders who killed her, how she died! And he has no idea it was me! He thinks I'm some sort of good person because I offered to help him bring her back, but I wasn't."

"You were just trying to deal with your own regret. Trying to make yourself a good person again. There's never any clear good and evil. Even evil people you kill will have loved ones," Fuyuki told him. "But you can't go back now. You're a killer. My killer, Saburo." He smiled at him, tilting his chin up to make him face him. "You ruined your best friend's life. And now you'll ruin your other friend's."

"Wh-what... What do you mean? You can't make me do it!" Saburo tried to shake his head, but he knew how powerful Fuyuki was. For once, he was scared. This guy gave him chills.

"You'll kill the other Fuyuki for me, drain his blood and give it to me," Fuyuki ordered, "or else I'll expose you for everything you are. I will kill you. But if you work for me, I'll make you the lord of the ocean. You'll be the top pirate. I'll give you more powerful charms."

Saburo's face paled. His hand wrapped around the dagger. "I... I don't want to kill Fuyuki. He's nice. Unlike you." He knew they were so different.

"You're going to. Unless you want me to rip out your heart right now," Fuyuki threatened, his hand on Saburo's chest. Saburo shivered. Fuyuki's grip was so icy.

No. Never again. I vowed after meeting Kululu to never kill someone from this guy's orders again. But he couldn't outright refuse. Fuyuki would just find someone else. He had to be smart.

"Fine." He put the dagger in his cloak. "But I better have a great reward."

"You will," Fuyuki assured.

I'll fake his death. I'll save Fuyuki. I'll do what I should have done with her. He closed his eyes, trying to erase the memory of his first kill - the Lord of Terror herself. He could still remember her body in the water. She hadn't been anything that he had expected. She should have been cruel, tough. Instead she had this kind and innocent demeanor. He hadn't known how to attack her, but she had invited him on her ship for tea. There had been no formal battle; he'd just stabbed her in the back. He'd thought he had been doing good. But then he met Kululu, who dearly missed her.

"C-can... Can I ask you just one thing?" Saburo asked. He had always wondered it. He hadn't asked it when he had been told the job, to kill the Lord of Terror because he had just assumed anyone would want to kill her, but Fuyuki didn't act with the good of everyone in mind. "Why did you order me to kill Mois? Why did you want her dead?"

"A lot of things. But mainly it was because of her ship," said Fuyuki. "The souls of the people she kills are imprisoned here..."

Saburo frowned. So it was honest.

"Instead of becoming mine like they deserve. You should know who I am, Saburo. After all, you brought your friend to see me." Fuyuki smiled.

Saburo gasped as he suddenly remembered. "The... God of the Dead?"

"No," said Fuyuki with a frown. "I'm only employed by them. I rule all the souls who die at sea. However, she was my competition. She killed lots of people and scared them away from the sea. So... more souls for her, and none for me." He shrugged. "But she's mine now. So I guess things ended well."

He pat Saburo's head. "Now go! Kill Fuyuki for me."

Saburo frowned. So he had toppled one dictator of the ocean and installed another? He was terrible.

Saburo only trusted one person to help him plot to fake someone's death - Kululu, his best friend.

He brought Kululu to his chambers.

"I just don't understand. How did that idiot get her ship?" Kululu asked still frazzled. And he didn't understand why they were all being treated so nicely.

It's because when Mois died, all her stuff probably went to Fuyuki, since her life was under his control. He probably gave it to Keroro, Saburo realized.

"I don't know," Saburo lied. He sat down on his bed. "Buddy... I need your help."

"To break out of here? I gotcha, I already have a plan. Ku, ku, ku."

"No. This is much more serious." Saburo ran his fingers through his hair. "I need your genius to help me make a fake body with fake blood. You're a surgeon so you know all about organs and such."

"Faking someone's death?" Kululu's interest was piqued.

Saburo looked at him awkwardly. He couldn't not tell Kululu about what was going on. "Fuyuki's," he told him.

Kululu understood. "Does Keroro want him dead?"

"No. The other Fuyuki does." Saburo sighed. "He wouldn't let me refuse. But I'm not going to let Fuyuki die. He's sweet, pure, and my friend. I'm going to protect him no matter what."

Kululu started drawing up some plans. "I can understand that. If I met another world's me, I'd probably try to kill him, too. Ku, ku, ku! Can you imagine two Kululus? I doubt we'd get along. We'd probably both try to be jerks to each other!" He laughed again. Saburo didn't listen to him.

"Never again am I going to kill someone under his orders. I won't make that mistake..." He thought he was talking to himself.

Kululu looked up for a moment. "So you did meet our world's Fuyuki?" he asked. Saburo seemed silent and solemn, mostly worried for Fuyuki. But Kululu noticed a face filled with regret, too.

He doesn't tell me much about his past before I met him. And what he does tell me usually changes. He won't tell me key details like how he became so powerful as a pirate so quickly... Kululu paused for a moment. Becoming a pirate quickly... That actually sounded similar to Keroro's story! Did they have some sort of connection? Had their world's Fuyuki given something to Saburo and Keroro to make them stronger?

"Why didn't you tell Fuyuki you met the one from our world?" Kululu asked.

"I didn't realize it. He was wearing something covering his eyes and hair." Saburo clued into reality. "I didn't want to think about it. My encounter with him was something I dearly regret."

Kululu nodded. It was best not to pry, then.

He started working away on Fuyuki's fake body, leaving Saburo to think. He wanted to give him his space. He respected him.

"What's going to be the murder weapon?" Kululu finally asked.

"This." Saburo pulled out a dagger, the one Fuyuki had given him. He handed it to Kululu and Kululu examined it closely.

"Interested by blades or something?" Saburo asked. But slowly, as Kululu stared at it, he realized what he was looking at.

It was the same weapon that he had used in the last murder, and although the blood had dried, it was still there. If Kululu knew anything about Angolians he'd know it was Angolian blood.

And he was certain that Kululu did know.

But he did.

Slowly Kululu stared and started putting the pieces together. There had never been any rumors that Angol Mois was dead when they went to towns - in fact, everybody had just said the Lord of Terror disappeared. But when Kululu asked Saburo, he'd clearly said she was dead soon before the news reached everyone else.

Like he had been there.

Words swirled around Kululu's head - Saburo's regret, how he had been employed before, and how Fuyuki and Keroro had Mois's ship.

"You were the one that killed her, weren't you?" Kululu's voice was quiet. There was no laughter in it.

"Kululu... listen..." Saburo tried to beg. The secret he had tried to hide from Kululu for so long was finally out in the open.

"This is her blood. She accidentally cut her fingers once on a knife, chopping vegetables. I should know it. You knew she was dead when nobody else did. You offered to help me not because you were being nice or something, but because you wanted to help end your guilt." Kululu's voice rose as he became more enraged.

"I'm sorry." Saburo couldn't even offer an excuse. "I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want you to hate me. You're truly my friend... And - "

"You killed her! I loved her so much, more than anything!" Kululu yelled. "I don't care what reason you had, you killed the person most important to me." He turned the knife in his hand and pointed it at Saburo.

"Kululu..." Saburo saw the anger in his eyes. Kululu had all intent to kill him. "I'm sorry," was all he could offer.

Kululu charged. Saburo jumped over his small body. Quickly, he grabbed his blankets and twirled them into some sort of rope as Kululu chased after him.

"I'm going to kill you, you traitorous, vile little - " Kululu was tied up by Saburo's ropes. He struggled to escape, but Saburo didn't let him.

"I don't want to die, but I also have to make things right. I have to save Fuyuki. I'm sorry," Saburo told him. He pulled the dagger out of Kululu's hand. "I'll talk to you later..." He knew their friendship was as good as over. He couldn't return what he had taken from Kululu, and if he was on his own he would cry, but he had a mission to do.

"I'll talk to you never," Kululu glared. "You're lucky you're faster than me, or else I would have cut your throat. Was that how you killed her? Or was it some other method?"

"In the back," Saburo admitted, wincing as he said it. Why was he such an idiot?

"Oh. Well then, thank you for correcting me - I'll wait till you're asleep and then stab you in the back."

Saburo frowned. He held onto his hat and ran out of the room to find Fuyuki. He'd do it in the night, when nobody could see.

Fuyuki had finally picked the lock of his cell. He was lucky he was so smart.

"Momoka?" He approached his friend's cell. "I'm going to free you now..." He put his hands on the bars, but he was zapped. "AUGH!"

"It's magic. You won't be able to free me," Momoka told him. "But it's all right. Go do your thing. Just... come back please, Fuyuki. And release your magic."

Fuyuki frowned. Magic? Could he wield magic?

"I will! I'll figure out what's going on! I promise to come back for you!" he told her. He ran off away from Momoka's cell.

As soon as he got out of the vicinity, he started feeling hazy as if something was wrong. Like Momoka had never been there. He grabbed a table to steady himself, knocking a plate off the way and letting it shatter on the ground.

He saw some writing. Illusion magic ahead. You have to remember Momocchi apparently! You've come here twenty seven times, don't forget her again. You said you'd free her. She isn't dead - The sentence was scribbled out. - Wait, yeah she is. She died of sickness a month ago, right? Ahhh I'm confused.

-Tamama

Fuyuki frowned. So it was illusion magic. Thank god for his thick head and willpower. "I'm going to remember you, Momoka." She wasn't dead.

Breathing in and out, he remembered, and was able to dispel the illusion for at least him. It was easier, since the other version of him had cast the magic.

And he ran off.

It was midnight and the ship was dark. Fuyuki was on the top deck. The only other person awake was Saburo, probably keeping watch as the ship drifted.

"Saburo!" Fuyuki said. "Thank god you're here. I need to leave. I met the other me and he tried to kill me - "

"I know," Saburo told him. He scratched Fuyuki with the blade. "I know."

Fuyuki's cheek started bleeding. Fuyuki put his hand on it. "S-Saburo?"

"Just needed some real blood. Sorry, Fuyuki," he apologized.

Fuyuki took a step back. "What's going on?"

"I'm saving your life. I can't help you get home. I'm sorry," he spoke. "A row boat is set up for you. Get into it." Saburo pulled out a dummy's body that resembled Fuyuki.

Fuyuki looked confused. Saburo sighed.

"You have to go. I know about the other Fuyuki trying to kill you, because he's forcing me to kill you too!" he whispered. "I'm not going to. We're going to fake your death, but you have to get way away from here..."

"Wait, so he does want me dead? Why? Can't we just talk it out?" Fuyuki was confused.

"No. He's way evil. He killed Mois, Fuyuki. And he's the one who took Kululu's eye," he said. "The other you is evil."

Fuyuki looked terrified. Killed Mois? Took Kululu's eye? Was he capable of such things?

"But you aren't evil yourself. And I promise to protect you. Now please get into the boat," Saburo requested. He handed his talisman to him. "This will make you invisible. You'll get away then."

"What about you? Why can't you come with?" Fuyuki asked.

"Because I have to stay up here to continue the charade that I killed you. Go to land, Fuyuki. I doubt he can touch it. He's like the god of people who died at sea or something," he told him.

Fuyuki shook his head. "I'm not leaving you!"

Saburo pushed him into the row boat and cut down the ropes. Fuyuki plopped into the water.

"You don't get a choice. Row away! Please! Let me do this one good thing!" Saburo begged. "This isn't your world. I won't let you die in it."

Fuyuki looked up at Saburo's pale face. A face filled with regret. Things were serious here, and if he stayed he would really die.

He couldn't just leave his friends, but he couldn't stay either. "Fine." He had to agree with Saburo's plan. "Fake my death."

He would help them some other way, far away. He'd figure out what Fuyuki was up to and stop him. After all, the other Fuyuki couldn't be any tougher than himself. He'd confront his own evil.

Saburo breathed a sigh of relief. "Get rowing then!" he ordered.

Fuyuki rowed until his arms were tired. Soon enough, the foggy ship was gone.

And he was all alone again.

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