Sorry for the poorer quality of these later chapters. We're almost done though and then I can work on all those other stories I promised I'd update and didn't.
I can taste freedom. I really can.
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Where were they going? Keroro didn't know.
All he knew was that Fuyuki was carrying the body of Momoka, refusing to put it down.
"You're going to get caught by those Pekoponian Police." Keroro pointed out.
"I know where they patrol and it's not these paths." Fuyuki answered, "We're taking Nishizawa back home. She deserves to be buried next to sis." Fuyuki was done with running.
So was Keroro honestly.
Momoka is gone...She can't protect Fuyuki and Fuyuki is alone...I'm supposed to protect Fuyuki...But, I don't want to. I want to join my friends...Keroro's line of sight got darker and darker. He had no willpower to fight off any infection, to fight off his desire to die.
He wanted to die right then, but there was still the issue of Fuyuki. He couldn't leave Fuyuki alone, that would be cruel.
Fuyuki's just like me now though. Alone. All his friends are gone. There's only us. Keroro remembered.
He probably even wants the same thing I want...Fuyuki would after all he's gone through. Keroro convinced himself.
Telling himself that Fuyuki wanted to die as much as he did eased Keroro's guilty consciousness of what he was planning. Soon enough he honestly believed it.
There was no hope for either of them and Keroro would free Fuyuki and himself from this evil that constricted them.
This virus that had probably even infected him too...He would be rid of it soon. He would have nothing shackling him to the world.
He would kill Fuyuki and grant Fuyuki his own suicide.
Keroro didn't smile, he was only content.
Fuyuki didn't realize what Keroro plotted when he finally reached the wreckage of his old house. The nostalgia would have made him cry, but he had a job to do. He needed to honor Momoka's death.
"Fuyuki..." Keroro whispered as if he was starting a sentence, but didn't know where to go with it, "Do you...Want this to be over?" He asked
"Yes. Desperately." Fuyuki admitted
"Me too." Keroro agreed, picking up one of Giroro's old guns on the ground. Fuyuki's neighbors were pretty awful if they hadn't called the police about the smell of corpses coming from Fuyuki's yard, his wrecked house, and the guns on the ground.
"Sarge?" Fuyuki turned to him as Keroro pointed a gun to Fuyuki.
"I'm going to free us Fuyuki. I'm going to free myself from my role of protecting you." He admitted. He shot and Fuyuki on instinct defended himself by using Momoka's body as a shield.
"AHH!" Fuyuki screamed, disgusted at what he had done. He ran to the left, hoping to avoid Keroro's gunfire. "What are you doing, Sarge?" He asked
"Freeing us." Keroro answered, he gave a small chuckle. He had given up. Given up on his life, given up on Fuyuki, given up on fighting the virus, even given up on writing a small journal which he had tossed somewhere into the wreckage that was the Hinata house.
Fuyuki saw the look in Keroro's eyes and realized it was one of murder.
"I don't want to die though! I want to see Mom again...I want to overcome all this!" Fuyuki told him, trying to run, to use the agility he didn't have. Keroro slowly approached him, the gun in his hand.
"We're not overcoming anything, Fuyuki. I'm going to join my platoon mates. You'll join your friends too. It's for the best." He told him. Fuyuki tried not to cry. He was honestly a bit scared.
Backing up, he backed against the wreckage and tripped, falling onto his butt.
"Sarge...But aren't we friends? Remember? Don't do this..." Fuyuki begged. Keroro was now right next to him, the gun pointed to Fuyuki's forehead.
"This is why I'm doing it. Because we're friends." Keroro told him. Fuyuki closed his eyes, silently praying for a miracle that would stop Keroro from pulling the trigger.
The miracle came in the form of a cat meowing.
Ms. Furbottom charged forward seeing the human in danger and launched herself onto Keroro, scratching at his face, his belly, anything she could get her claws on.
Keroro screamed and shook the cat off, or tried to, giving Fuyuki just enough time to squirm away.
As soon as Ms. Furbottom was on the ground though Keroro went back to Fuyuki.
Fuyuki grabbed a piece of wood on the ground from the wreckage and closed his eyes. As if on instinct he drove it forward as if he was using it as a charm to protect himself.
He must have thrust it forward, harder than he imagined, because it was driven straight through Keroro's chest. The happier Fuyuki would have loved it, it being just like a Vampire movie. But the Fuyuki holding the stake instead had his eyes widen as Keroro's blood dropped all over him.
"No..." Fuyuki had acted on instinct and self-defense and killed another one of his friends. The last friend he had.
Keroro's face was smiling though, and not a deranged smile, a happy and soothed smile. He was pleased.
He fell over on the ground, never to move again.
And Fuyuki cried. Cried for his lost friend.
Pururu flipped delicately to the last entry, written in Keroro's messy handwriting.
"I'm alone. But I also am not. I'm shackled to this world due to having to protect Fuyuki. But he's alone too...He's probably the same as me...Wanting to join his friends..." Pururu bit her lip as she read the next line, realizing Keroro had succumb to the virus as well, "I'll help him. I'll kill him for him. He probably doesn't know he wants to die yet, but I'll free us both."
"We know Fuyuki didn't die though." Garuru recalled, "Because he's the one who sent us the distress signal."
"So...He must have killed Keroro in self-defense..." Pururu realized.
"Good-bye journal...Good-bye memories...I won't need you where I'm going." Pururu read the last line, now crying herself.
The mystery was over. Now they just needed to search fur survivors.
The journal was done.