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Yay! Chapter that resolves things. Epilogue next. Tell me what you think of the fight scene, because I'm not very good at those and need some tips.
Also, I did not rip off of Madoka magica, what do you mean you think I did? Nah, no way. Not me.
Kululu walked solemnly to where the main office was supposed to be. He no longer feared getting caught.
Saburo had personally invited him to settle this score, so it was highly unlikely that any of the agents would stop him. They were probably still dealing with his giant robots attacking them, anyway.
Kululu gulped for a second as he saw the door of the main office. The handle had a certain shine, or perhaps he was just imagining that due to his nervousness in the coming moments.
One wrong move would make him lose his and Mois's lives. So he had to do everything perfectly.
He turned the knob of the door and opened it, not knowing what awaited him.
"So you came. I'm surprised you didn't chicken out. Oh wait, I know you wouldn't. I have your friend, after all." Saburo gave a wicked smile as Kululu entered the room.
Kululu noticed that Saburo sat on the desk, twirling his reality pen in his hand. Angol Mois was tied to a chair, struggling to get free from her binds.
"Kululu!" she yelled. "Leave! You don't have to do this," she told him desperately. Kululu looked up at Saburo and noticed his pen was almost out of ink.
He had been using it an awful lot without refills.
"Ku, ku, ku. Oh, good, Saburo. It's just you. I thought it was someone scary that I was facing, or something troublesome to deal with, like your father. Good thing it's just you though," Kululu mocked.
It's just him. I may not have been able to beat him during our first meeting, but I have to beat him now. Kululu needed to free Mois. He scanned the room and realized that her cell phone was also on the desk that Saburo sat on.
So it was truly and all or nothing sort of deal.
Saburo fumed at Kululu's mocking lines.
He drew something on a piece of paper and tossed it on the ground toward him. It was a small sword.
"I asked for a fight, and a fight we shall have. At least I'm giving you a chance," Saburo told him. Kululu picked up the sword. It was light, like paper.
He suspected Saburo would give himself a better weapon. His fears were confirmed when Saburo drew himself a laser sword.
So... our first meeting repeated? Ku, ku, ku. It won't end like it did last time. Kululu narrowed his eyes. He wasn't going to be fooled again.
Mois hurriedly looked between the two of them. Kululu was clearly at a disadvantage, due to having a shorter reach. Saburo would easily be able to beat him, and that wasn't even taking in an account the fact that Saburo had a reality pen and a laser sword.
She tried to communicate to Kululu to get away, to not be stupid and brave, but Kululu would not hear anything of it.
"Be quiet. We have some unfinished business," Saburo told her. Mois frowned.
"Really, Kululu... Please... Leave," she begged.
"Without you? Weren't you the one who said that you trusted me to come back and escape with you?" he reminded her. "I won't leave you. Not again." He didn't approach Saburo, though. He wouldn't be the one to make the first move.
Saburo did. Sword in hand, he plunged forward toward Kululu's belly. Kululu did not have the agility Saburo possessed, and his only real skill was intelligence, but that intelligence was enough to realize he could turn his disadvantage into an advantage - his disadvantage being his size.
As Saburo's sword tried to reach him, he only slightly moved to the left. He was so tiny that the sword missed it's target.
It was near impossible to hit him if he just kept moving. It would take some serious skills to hit him, and the most Saburo could do was minorly injure him. Meaning he was at the advantage.
He side-stepped around Saburo, keeping a distance as Saburo tried to swing his sword and have an actual sword battle, confronting him and changing the advantage back to him with Kululu at a closer range. But Kululu would have none of that. He instead ran around the room, hitting things with his sword to make a mess of the room, and throwing the occasional insult at Saburo.
"Ku ku ku. Would your father like his room to be so messy? Hmm?" Kululu asked while chopping down the lamp post. Saburo frowned.
Kululu would just not battle him head-on. He drew something new, a gun. Hopefully he'd be able to play at the sort of distance Kululu wanted.
He smiled as he tried to aim at Kululu, but yet again, his size made him too small to aim at.
So he smiled and changed his target to Mois, who was stationary. He pointed his gun at her, knowing Kululu would jump in front of her.
Kululu instead threw his tiny sword at Saburo's face, knowing it was focused on its goal.
"AUGH!" Saburo screamed as the sword sliced into his beautiful face. He crouched to the ground, dropping his gun and sobbing as blood ran down his face.
"Ku, ku, ku." Kululu smiled, popping out of behind the desk that was a very good hiding spot from Saburo's gun. He was about to walk forward to Mois to untie her when Saburo leaped like a madman to her chair, wrapping his arms around the girl.
"Get off me!" she yelled, trying to shake her body free of the ropes. Saburo didn't smile, but he did take his hand off the wound on his face caused by Kululu's blade. He still had his sword in his hand, and he sliced Mois's ropes free.
"Y-you're giving up?" Mois asked, confused. She spoke too soon, though, as a grim expression crossed Saburo's face. The sword in his hand graced Mois's neck instead of toward Kululu, floating right above her neckline.
"I'd never give up," Saburo told her. "And I haven't lost yet." He looked over at Kululu, who looked almost frightened as Saburo held her in a compromising position. "Pick up your sword," he ordered him.
Kululu seemed taken aback at the order. "S-so... you still want to find out who's better?"
"Pick up your sword," Saburo repeated. Kululu got the message, hurried over to his small sword, and picked it up. He tried not to laugh about Saburo's blood on the blade.
Saburo smiled. "Good..." He pressed the blade closer to Mois's throat. "I'm sure you know the situation now, Kululu. If you don't do what I say, I'll kill her."
"I didn't know you wanted that sort of victory. The one where I forefeit." Kululu was confused. He gritted his teeth, trying to think of a way to save Mois. If Saburo killed her, she'd be dead for good due to her circumstances on Angol. He recalled her telling him that she was sick back there and in a coma she couldn't wake up from.
"I don't want you to simply forefeit, Kululu." Saburo told him. "I don't mean to make you use that blade to attack me. I want you to attack yourself."
"Huh? So you want to attack me one-sidedly?" Kululu asked.
"I'll make it simple. Your life or hers. If you don't kill yourself, I will kill her," Saburo told him.
Ah. So that's why he wanted me to pick up this blade. Kululu realized the true circumstances of the situation he had found himself in. He had moved too slowly. He hadn't freed Mois soon enough, and now her life was in danger because of him. Saburo wanted him dead.
Kululu knew there was a chance Saburo might be bluffing. His father wanted Mois alive, after all, but Kululu still didn't want to take that chance if Saburo wasn't.
"NO! Kululu! Run away! He's distracted with me! Run!" Mois yelled. Saburo tried to shut her up, by pressing into her even more. A little bit of her blood was drawn. Kululu could tell how close Saburo was pressing the sword to her skin.
"I guess I'll do it," Kululu finally said with a sigh. He would make sure that Mois didn't die at whatever cost. Even if he was dead, Fuyuki and Dororo probably wouldn't give up until she was free. She still had hope to get out of the facility.
He held onto his sword and turned it around to point to himself.
"Kululu! Stop! No! Don't give up your life for me! Please! I beg of you!" Mois begged him. But Kululu did not waver.
"Mois... Before I die, I want you to know I'm sorry about everything. Sorry I got mad when you called me out for staring at you, too. Sorry I said I hated you. Sorry for being a jerk, and sorry for failing to protect you best I could. The truth of the matter is, I was so mad and embarrassed around you was because I really really love - " Kululu's death speech was cut off by Saburo.
"You're wasting time. Do it!" he ordered. Kululu nodded.
"No!" Mois screamed. Before Kululu could stab himself, she struggled free of one of Saburo's hands and grabbed his wrist. Instead of struggling to free herself from his sword's hold, she plunged herself into the sword, cutting her throat and killing her almost instantly.
Saburo let her go, shocked by what she had done. She fell to the ground.
Kululu dropped his sword and it clattered to the ground. "No... No! NO!" He rushed up to Mois's side, ignoring the fact Saburo was there. He grabbed her sholders and held her and shook her, hoping to awaken her up.
"I... I didn't mean to... Oh god... Dad is going to be so mad." Saburo backed away, frightened of the mistake he had made.
"You didn't mean to? This was your fault!" Kululu pointed out, anger in his voice. His bloodlust and killing intent even made Saburo a tiny bit frightened of what the terrible jerk would do to him. Saburo took a deep breath and put that fear deep down. He was the one on top, and Kululu was too busy mourning Mois to hurt him.
"Mois... Mois... Please... No... I was going to do it. You shouldn't have died. Not for me of all people." Kululu begged her to wake up. He cried onto her face. When he gazed down at it, he kissed her lips softly as a farewell. "I love you so much. Please... Please come back."
As he caressed her face, looking down at his dead love, her body glowed. Starting from the bottom of her feet, she begin evaporating into a sparkly esscence devouring her body. Kululu tried to clutch onto anything that would keep her there with him, but it all just disappeared. Even her head eventually disappeared into nothing.
Is this what happens to Angolians when they die? he wondered. He didn't want her to be gone just like an illusion. He wanted at least her body back, to give her a proper burial.
"Kululu..." He felt a nice warm prescence surrounding him, as if two arms were draped around his shoulders. A ghost perhaps? Did Angolians turn into ghosts?
The warm feeling begin to form more and more, and he actually did feel bare skin against him.
"Huh?" Saburo was still at the corner of the room, watching as Mois embraced Kululu from behind.
"It's all right, Kululu." She rubbed her head against the back of his neck. "I'm fine." She tried to dry his tears as he turned around to see Mois smiling at him, completely fine. Her face was filled with joy and her hair looked to be floating as if it was in the wind, illuminated by light. He couldn't see below her collarbone, but he could make out her form and it looked to be dressed in the cosmos and galaxies.
"H-how... What?" Kululu asked, touching her cheek with his hand to make sure she was real.
"You could say, sleeping beauty? Your kiss awoke the princess, back on Angol. Since my real body awoke, I wasn't really dead," She explained to him. "Now I'm working on re-creating myself here. It's a tough job." She caressed his cheek back and touched his forehead to hers. "I'm fine, though. There's nothing to worry about. Dry your tears."
Kululu sniffed a little bit, but nodded, trying to stay strong. He just wanted to hug her, but Saburo was still a problem.
"So I'm guessing this is round two. Like a final boss fight," Saburo laughed. He drew a new weapon for himself, a mace, and was ready to attack again.
Mois's eyes drifted to her cell phone that he had ignored on the desk. She quickly floated over and transformed it into a Lucifer Spear.
"I have seen your soul, Saburo, and how wicked you are. Now I will cast judgement upon you." She held her Lucifer Spear as Saburo charged at her and Kululu. "You might want to hold onto this." She suggested to Kululu to hold the hilt. He did, trying not to blush as Mois's hands wrapped around his own.
"Armaggedon!" she yelled as Saburo wildly tried to charge at the two of them. The force of Mois's Lucifer Spear was much stronger than Saburo and his pen, though, and he was blown across the room, the injury being enough to blow up many vital organs.
The room fell apart around them. Saburo tried to get up, but was thouroughly beaten and dying.
"No... I can't... I don't want to lose like this! I just... I wanted to be something to my father. A Man in Black. Someone to be proud of," Saburo wheezed out.
"Oh. That reminds me. I killed your other brother. Guess your father's all out of children. Ku, ku, ku. Funny," Kululu laughed morbidly.
As he laughed at his own joke, the broken door opened and Saburo's father, the leader of the Men in Black, entered his room. He didn't bat much of an eyelash at the distraction and instead walked forward to get his coffee mug.
"I saw the whole battle on the security cameras," his father admitted, looking at the destruction and shaking his head. "I suppose aliens were more useful than I thought."
"F-Father..." Saburo gave a tiny smile as the man he admired so much was in front of him. All he wanted was a little recognition before he bled to death. That was all he desired.
"What is it, Agent Mutsumi?" his father asked. "Hm. It appears that you are dying. Pity you failed at your mission. What a failure you were. I suppose all my sons were, though. Maybe I should find some more." Saburo's father rubbed his chin, thinking.
Saburo tried not to cry at the harsh words. "I... I love you, father..." he spoke.
His father didn't even give Saburo a passing glance. "If you've failed the mission, you should just die." He punched some of the wall, causing it to crash down on Saburo, killing him even quicker than what would have happened to him.
Kululu and Mois watched in shock at the heartless nature of the man.
Saburo's father laughed one more time. "He was always a failure. Didn't have the stomach to be what our organization truly thrive for." He turned to Mois and Kululu. "You, however, Kululu... You're like the son I always wanted to have. Cruel, heartless, talented, and smart. You beat every single one of my sons. I wish I could have had you for a son instead of him." Saburo's father sighed. "However, just because I have this sentiment doesn't mean I'll let you go. You two still have a very important job to do. Breed for me, make my Angolian army. And for that, I will keep you here no matter what. I will find you, even if you escape. I will hunt you wherever you go. You are both mine," the sinister man hissed.
Mois's face contorted in disgust. Kululu's in horror.
"Again?" Kululu asked, looking at Mois. His hand was still on the Spear. She nodded.
"You could say, go to hell?" she said with a smile on her face. Kululu jumped up onto her waist, to make sure he didn't die. This time she hit downward. "ARMAGGEDON!"
The man tried to grab something, but it was for naught. The crator that was formed was big enough to take out the entire facility.
As soon as the smoke cleared, Mois flew up to asses the damage. Kululu still gripped tightly onto her, so as not to fall.
It was finally over. The Men in Black would never bother them again. The shadow of their influence on the government was gone. Fate was on their side.
"Guys! Over here!" Fuyuki waved to them a safe distance away. They could see Dororo next to him. His mission had been a success.
"Should we go see him?" Kululu asked, still holding onto Mois's waist.
"In a minute," she agreed. "I kind of like floating up here with you, being free like this." She sighed and smiled at him. "It's really all over. We're free."
Kululu nodded. "We are. I mean... It took a while, and a lot of people died for it, but we're free, and together..." He knew he shouldn't let go of her waist and shoulders, but he was getting embarrassed at the closeness between them. He wondered if she had heard his sad love confession when she had been slightly dead.
Mois put her Lucifer Spear away and just kind of floated with him, putting her arms around his waist and drawing him closer. She gave him that innocent kind of look that he hated.
"About what you said, Kululu..." She gave a little mischevious smirk.
Oh boy. Here it comes. Talking about my awkward feelings. The day I never wanted to deal with. Kululu knew he couldn't jump down. He was trapped.
"I love you, too," she told him sweetly.
Kululu looked confused. "Huh?" It was something he never thought he'd hear.
"That's what I said to you when I saw you in the facility. I didn't realize the glass was sound-proof. I told you I loved you. So don't worry, I love you too." She gave him a sweet smile.
Kululu blushed. "S-so... Wh-what does that mean?"
"You're the genius. You tell me," she quipped. He could already tell what it meant, due to her face getting closer to his.
He didn't mind when her arms left his waist and went to his jaw to pull his face closer to hers. He gripped onto her back so he wouldn't fall as he kissed her just as passionately as he always dreamed.
Fuyuki was going to have to wait a while. They had a lot of near-death kissing to catch up on.