Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
My sister is starting school tomorrow, so it might be a while before the next chapter. But there are three more chapters left. 30, and 32 will be runwithscissors's. And 31 will be mine. So we're almost to the end! Nice, huh?
Hopefully you enjoy the chapter. Things are getting a bit shorter now that it's getting closer to the end.
(Note from Scissors. Last chapter Kululu said he didn't want kids anymore, now he does again? Idk, I guess he was being self-piteous and not telling the truth.)
Fuyuki and Momoka continued kissing on a nice couch. They had been doing this for a while, being the couple in the background who were always together. Usually nobody bothered them, supporting them to the best of their abilities, but people were getting tired of it lately.
Tired and jealous, as their own relationships were not as happy.
Well, all except Dororo and Koyuki, who were completely happy, healthy, and neither of whom seemed to be the jealous type. They also seemed to be the type who could focus on the threat of assassins and find the appropriate time to kiss - a time which wasn't in front of anyone so nobody could see Dororo's mouth.
Everybody cursed this fact.
I should have gotten Koyuki as a host instead, Kululu grumbled in his head. That would have been way better. At least she can focus on other things besides her relationship. At the same time, both Momoka and Dororo were probably equally disgusting to have to see his host kissing, so there was that.
The threat of assassins coming after him remained at large, too. And Fuyuki still didn't seem to be paying any attention!
I can't live the rest of my life like this. He knew this would be an impossible feat. He had plans, after all! Plans of what he wanted to do with his life.
Rule the demon world with an iron fist, and have like, maybe nine kids. Yeah. Nine is a good number. He told himself. He hated brats. They were terrible, terrible things, but at the same time, he kind of wanted to be a daddy.
He had waited a long time to be a daddy and he kept trying to deny it to himself, but he kept having vivid fantasies of cradling babies in his arms. Their horns being uniquely their own, their eyes being just like their mother's (in other words sickeningly pure and sparkly), and having a beautiful mix of either purple or silver hair.
No matter how he denied it, if it was Mois's baby with him he would have loved those brats. No, more than loved, he desired having them incredibly. He wanted a family that wouldn't reject him like his previous one.
But with the assassins after him, there was no way that a family could be his.
"Would you like some rich lobster, Fuyuki?" Momoka asked between kisses. Instantly, a cart wheeled over thanks to Paul with a banquet laid out for them. Candlelight lit the room as if to change their atmosphere to a romantic dinner so they could date.
"I'd love to, Momoka," Fuyuki told her.
"And then for dessert, m-maybe you could have m-me..." Momoka said it too quietly for Fuyuki to hear. She wanted more kisses.
"Ku ku ku... I do not want to hear this crap, Fuyuki. Remember, keep it PG," Kululu reminded him.
"I have no plans to NOT keep it PG!" Fuyuki reminded him. Kululu rolled his eyes. He knew it was just Momoka being Momoka.
He thought about what Fuyuki was doing, just focusing on him and Momoka. He wanted to yell, to scream for Fuyuki to stop, to be smarter. They were in the middle of a war time, after all, but the weird thing was... Fuyuki was reminding him way too much of what he was like thousand years ago.
Long ago... This was me and Mois. Only paying attention to each other and not focusing on the war. He's doing the same stupid things I did. Kululu knew the right thing to do was to break this up, to remind Fuyuki of the trouble they had to deal with, but he just didn't have the heart.
Fuyuki was just like him, after all. And he knew Fuyuki's story wouldn't have a happy ending, just like his didn't.
And for that, he was sorry for him.
He let Fuyuki kiss for most of the night until Fuyuki finally went to bed. Nights seemed to be the only time Kululu could actually do things nowadays, walking around in Fuyuki's body while Fuyuki got some rest.
Instead of focusing on putting on some added security measures in his room for safety, though, he focused on himself - a luxury that he hadn't given himself in the last few things.
He thought about his future nine children - the ideal. I want them... But it occurs to me that Mois's probably still afraid of having children after that half-dead monster baby that came out of her... She probably doesn't want children.
He needed to figure out if his fantasizes that he so desperately wanted were even on the table, or else they would never happen.
He left Fuyuki's bed to visit Mois and wake her up.
It was the middle of the night. Mois was sleeping peacefully - well, about as peacefully as someone who had just remembered thousands of years' worth of memories could, and then decided that it was not the appropriate time to tell their husband that she had remembered.
"Mois," Kululu whispered, shaking her awake. She was such a heavy sleeper that it took a while of desperate shaking to awaken her.
Eventually she groggily woke up.
"Kululu?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, "Wh-what do you want?"
She was half-asleep. Now was the perfect time to ask her his questions. "Do... Do you ever want children in the future?" he asked.
He was unaware she was tuning into reality much quicker than she usually did when she was half-asleep. She wasn't sure why he was asking such a question, but she answered him anyway. "No."
Kululu felt his heart break. But... what about the millions and millions of children she had always talked about having?
"I'm... I'm afraid of childbirth," she softly admitted. "It... It was painful. So painful. And images of that half-angel baby keep running through my head." Her voice shook in fear. "I dislike babies. They scare me because of that, but..."
Kululu clutched her hand. "But?" He asked, questioningly. Had her old self come back to her? The Mois that wanted a family with him?
"But I know I will have to have children. My children... from what I've learned of that half-dead thing with wings... will be a full angel. And because of that, me breeding is desirable to my species. After all, they don't need me, the Messenger of Derp, if they have angels with wings," she told him.
Kululu felt his stomach twist in a not from being sickened. They wanted her to breed for them? Just so they could have their species back? "I'm sorry. So you truthfully wouldn't want a family in the future." He felt himself disappointed, but he didn't want to push his selfishness on her. She had a lot to work through.
Mois thought for a minute. "I... I want..." I want our child though. I miss the baby we were going to have. She wanted to tell him, but she knew that nothing good would come of it. He still had to deal with Fuyuki in his body, and for some reason he had a soft spot for the boy. If it was the choice between their future and giving Fuyuki a few weeks of happiness with Momoka, he would choose Fuyuki.
She didn't know how Fuyuki and Kululu had become such good friends. He had even allowed him to punch her in the gut, although he had been mad about it.
She couldn't hope to see what was happening in their mind, and for that she was a little jealous. I guess I'll just keep playing around with him, like food, pretending I don't have my memories, she thought to herself. She felt a little spiteful of the new relationships Kululu had formed while she herself had nobody except Kululu. She felt sorry for him, sure, being without her for ten thousand years, but also a little jealous.
"What do you want?" Kululu asked, hearing her small squeaks. Was there hope for a family yet?
"Keroro's babies. I want to have my demon prince's babies," she told him meanly. She had to stop herself from smiling at the shock on his face.
"That's not going to happen," Kululu told her.
"Oh? Are you jealous?" she asked teasingly, sitting up in her bed to look at him. Kululu took a tip from Fuyuki. He had seen Fuyuki use this same move on a girl, and it would have worked if he hadn't cock-blocked it. He moved forward to Mois, and saw that she wasn't hitting him away, he moved his mouth to her ear to whisper to her, almost in a seductive voice. "It's not going to happen because Keroro's gay as hell." His hot breath on her earlobe caused her to blush.
"But... are you also saying that because you're jealous?" she asked curiously.
"Of course I'm jealous, Mois. You'll always be the person I love most, I want to be the one to put some babies into you," he told her eloquently. "Not Keroro of all people. I want you, and I want you to want me back. Not him."
Mois couldn't help but smile. She liked hearing what Kululu thought of her, and she admittedly liked hearing about how he was jealous. She pulled him by the shirt collar down onto her bed with him. He tried to position himself so he was over her and not crushing her.
He looked down to her, laying on her mattress looking up at him, carefully. Why did she do that? What does she want? Is she just going to fall asleep like a light switch or something? That was very likely. She had done that a lot.
He couldn't help but feel himself heat up and blush at their close proximity. It had been so long since he had been in her bed with her.
Fuyuki was asleep, and that was a good plus too... He instinctively bent down, as if to kiss her, and her legs entangled themselves against his waist as she pressed up against him.
He tried to calm down. But he couldn't deny that he was excited. He didn't know what was happening but he was just going to go with it. He brushed his hand up against her hair, sweeping her hair out of the way so he could see her forehead and her beautiful third eye.
"I love you," he told her, his lips approaching hers. Mois closed her eyes.
"Kululu!" A sad pathetic whine, interrupted his almost-sexy time. Fuyuki had woken up, but his voice seemed so groggy that he probably wouldn't realize what Kululu had almost been up to in his body. "I need to pee. Get me to a bathroom."
Kululu felt himself blush with shame. Stupid body. He knew that he couldn't procrastinate on that.
Without a word, he got off of Mois and left her alone. She just watched him go, not knowing the reason why he had left.
She grumbled to herself and went back to sleep.
She was mad the next day. Was it something that she did? Kululu's host had been asleep, to her knowledge. Why hadn't he kissed her?
Maybe she just needed to get his attention again, anger him, still play the part of not knowing her memories to make her constantly on his mind of how to remind her of their past together.
Keroro seemed usable. So the next day in front of Kululu, she ran up to Keroro.
"My lovely demon prince!" She exclaimed, and put her mouth against his in a sweet good-morning kiss.
"Why does this keep happening to me?" Keroro asked, tears falling down his face. He knew he was charismatic, but with ladies like these it almost felt like he was unlucky.
"JEALOUSY! That woman stole my man!" Tamama hissed. How dare she kiss Keroro?
"I have no complaints." Saburo liked being popular, even if it was in the bad sort of way. He just missed his popularity of being the hero of the world.
Kululu watched shocked. Maybe she had been half-asleep last night? Or, her instinct had taken over from ten thousand years ago.
Those memories are really a problem. I need to figure out how to get them back. And quickly. He didn't like this at all.
Mois was pleased by his shock.
Mr. Keroro's still avoiding me, Tamama grumbled to himself. Even more annoying, though, was that woman. His love rival, the one who wanted to steal Mr. Keroro's heart!
He needed to get rid of her.
He knew that the safe house was a prime target for assassins, so nobody would question one more, right?
Using his phone, he called up one of the few demons who was his friend back on the demon plane. He had been lucky enough to find him on social media after browsing tips and tricks to kill Kululu.
Although he found this guy annoying and didn't really think of him as a friend, this guy did seem to admire Tamama's Tamama Impacts back on the demon plane.
"Taruru?" Tamama asked on his phone. "I need a favor from you... You want to become a hero, right? Well, I happen to know where the Messenger of Death is... And her sleeping habits. Do you want to kill her and become a hero of the demon realm?"
Taruru listened very closely.
Mois slept a lot. And her sleeping habits were pretty predictable. Her room, however, was guarded by a pass code that everybody in the house had, except Mois, so she couldn't escape. She was still their prisoner, after all.
Taruru slipped in during one of the late afternoons. He held a dagger in his hand, ready to plunge it into her heart.
Kululu noticed the door to her room wide open, when Fuyuki and Momoka were holding hands and walking through the hallways looking at art. That's concerning. She could escape at any given moment! He took over the body and ran to her room.
There, he saw a demon on top of her, it looked to be one of the demons who had possessed a human unwillingly like the days of old and had his own appearance instead of a humans appearance. He had little tiny horns and freckles and acne. He looked kind of like a dork.
"The Demon King!" Taruru yelped. His eyes glowed as if he was about to shoot laser beams.
"Oh no, you don't." Kululu wagged his finger. In a moment, lighting surged into Taruru's body, causing him to collapse.
Even a large amount of lightning didn't cause Mois to wake up, though. She was a sound sleeper.
After frying the demon, Kululu dragged him away to question him. He didn't look dead.
"Who's... Who's that?" Momoka asked, seeing Kululu drag Taruru away.
"An assassin. Probably after me again. Mois might have gotten in the way. Ku." He was bringing danger to all that were there.
"Oh no... Another assassin?" Fuyuki asked. He thought those had stopped.
Taruru groggily woke up, but panicked as soon as he saw Kululu's creepy smirk.
"EEK!" he screamed, and ran off as fast as he could, tumbling out of a window to avoid questioning.
Kululu frowned. He could figure out enough though from just Taruru's appearance in Mois's manor.
"We might have a traitor in our midst, Fuyuki," Kululu told him. "Every single one of us but Mois has her room number. So somebody must have given out those codes."
Fuyuki gulped. All of their friends were so kind! It...It couldn't be...
Kululu thought very hard about how to lure this traitor out. Eventually a plan formed in his head. A perfect plan that would help lure the traitor out, keep the assassins off his tail, and possibly (and hopefully) get Mois to remember her memories.
Although, he knew he couldn't sell this plan to Fuyuki for that reason.
"I want to fake our death," he told Fuyuki while they were alone. Fuyuki's answer was immediate.
"No," he told him.
"Why not? It would do a lot of things for us. Nobody would be able to go after the Demon King, if the Demon King was already dead. We'd finally be free of assassins, and for your lifetime, I could just pretend to be dead to keep from being hunted. Also, we have a traitor in our midst. If we pretend to be dead for just a few short weeks, when we come back to the group we'll see who the traitor is because they'll be the most disappointed and least happy to see us alive," Kululu explained.
"You have a lot of enemies, Kululu. I think a lot of people would be disappointed to see you alive," Fuyuki reminded. He saw the need of the plan, but he didn't like it. And he wouldn't go through with it.
"Hey. I'm a little hurt," Kululu faked.
"Hey! I'd be sad to see you dead, I just don't think some of the others would," Fuyuki confided. Kululu was a little happy.
"They'd be happy to see YOU alive though. You're a popular, nice kid. The one who cares about your life least will easily be exposed because of our plan," he said.
Fuyuki knew who cared about his life least. It was Kululu.
"I... I can't, Kululu," he said. "Momoka..."
"What about Momoka?"
"I can't make her think I'm dead. I went through that pain, and it's traumatizing. You won't be the same after that, and I would never hurt her like that," he told him. "So no. We aren't doing that."
Kululu was disappointed. There had to be SOME way of convincing Fuyuki his plan was the right one.
For once, Kululu ran into luck, and didn't have to manipulate Fuyuki into it. When Fuyuki was strolling along to find Momoka and probably make out with her again, he saw her talking to Paul in a room.
Kululu kept them hidden to listen in.
"You know, mistress. You could have had these weeks of happiness with Fuyuki much earlier if you just came back to him the moment you had supposedly died, instead of waiting a few weeks at the manor," Paul told her. It seemed Momoka was getting worried about Fuyuki's time running out.
"I know! I know, but he wouldn't be so affectionate to me if I hadn't let him think I was dead for a few weeks. Taking something away from someone makes it more desirable. And it worked to my advantage, didn't it? He told me he loved me, and now we're together and it's magical!" Momoka smiled dreamily.
Fuyuki was shocked, though. MOMOKA had faked her death? She could have saved him all that pain by merely saying she was fine and joining him instead of waiting in her manor?
Fuyuki was horrified. And he was mad at Momoka and the pain he had experienced.
He was also inexperienced at having bumps in his relationship. Bumps like this one. Instead of doing the healthy thing like talking it out with her, he took drastic measures to show her how he felt.
"Let's fake our death, Kululu," he said.
Kululu grinned. "Good."
Kululu wondered if this sucky communication ran in the kid's family.
They decided it would be best outside, by a huge shed that the Nishizawas owned. Kululu littered the shed with oil while he waited for assassins to come and attack him.
"Anything else we need?" Fuyuki asked.
Kululu took off Fuyuki's shirt. "Evidence that I died." He started cutting it up and throw it out onto a bush so it wouldn't burn. He cut his wrist and dripped some of their blood on it.
"I feel so naked!" Fuyuki complained, covering his nipples shyly.
"Weak. Imagine what actually being naked feels like. Ku, ku, ku. Much different than just being shirtless," Kululu told him.
Fuyuki just blushed.
It didn't take long for several assassins to come out, ready to attack. They had blades ready.
"We'll be the ones to end you, Demon King!" they said like generic enemies that you level-ground in an RPG.
Kululu smiled. "I'd like to see you try. Really, it would be hilarious," he laughed. The three assassins launched at him. Idly, he dodged away, as if he was doing a dance, leading them into the shed. Sometimes he would grab their wrists before their blades reached him and throw them into the wall. Eventually, when they were tired out, he let lightning surge into their bodies.
"You can't kill me," he told them. He let them see the oil he was standing on.
One of them got a brilliant idea, or what he thought was a brilliant idea. He lit a match and threw it into the oil.
"SUCKER!" Kululu laughed. He used his demon powers to crawl away with his horns, as if he was floating. The entire shed lit aflame, burning everyone in it, except him, because he had escaped.
Kululu grinned and fled to the forest. Their group was sure to investigate pretty soon.
Everybody stood in awe at the burning shed.
"What... What happened?" Giroro asked. The explosion had been tremendous. The only thing that seemed to have survived the explosion were three jeeps.
Saburo ducked into the shed to inspect it, hopping Keroro's luck would keep him from not dying. Paul and the Nishizawa guards hosed the shed down.
Saburo dragged out a few dead assassins. "Another assassin attempt," he deduced. "They burned to death probably from an oil spill."
"Assassins? Are they after Fuyuki again?" Natsumi looked concerned. Now that she thought about it, Fuyuki had been the last one in the shed... Kululu had wanted some parts to make a weird invention. "FUYUKI!" she yelled. loudly. "Are you in there? Are you okay?"
"I... I found this." Dororo handed her Fuyuki's shirt. Blood covered it - Fuyuki's blood. "It has your brother's scent. It was likely that the Demon King was attacked and burned to death in there." He told her the news grimly.
Natsumi dropped to the ground, crying.
"No... No... That can't be!" Momoka screamed. Her security had to be better than this! She grabbed Fuyuki's shirt and held it close. It was definitely his, she knew this.
And if he wasn't in the shed, he had likely burned in the explosion. She cried and cried, dropping to the ground with Natsumi.
Everybody cried for Fuyuki. Everybody except Mois. No! No! Kululu! She screamed loudly. "It can't end like this! Not after all we've been through!"
She... She hadn't even told him she had her memories back. She had just played with him selfishly.
She dropped to the ground and cried, pounding on the ground below her, as if pounding would make the planet experience her heartbreak and misery just as much.
They all cried, but nobody noticed how much Mois mourned as she beat the ground, her fists filled with anger at the world the two of them had been born into and how fate had jilted them once again.
Kululu wandered around in the forest, trying to keep him and Fuyuki a far distance away from the safe house. The plan was to camp for two weeks and then return.
If he walked a week away from the house, and then a week back, things would be fine. So he and Fuyuki started their journey.
It was days of camping before there was a rustling noise in the bushes. Like someone had tracked them down, or assassins had caught up to them.
Kululu had made sure to keep a low profile, and hadn't been bothered by the assassins while they had camped. From what he read on social media, they had given up after he died, wondering who was the new Demon King now, if there even was one anymore.
The demons were fought amongst themselves on whether someone would randomly become king, or if they would become a democracy.
So he was a little surprised that someone might have tracked them down and was hiding in the bushes.
The person stepped out when they noticed Kululu was paying attention to them.
"Kululu." It was a long blue-haired girl.
"Rinono," Kululu hissed back. The person who had told everybody about how to kill the Demon King and had betrayed him.
"I finally found you - " She was cut off by Kululu leaping at her to attack. He pushed her down and put horns around her neck to strangle her.
She gasped. Trying to speak his name, to gasp it out.
"NO! No more killing family members! Especially not in this body!" Fuyuki told him. He couldn't bare to remember the time he had put his hands around Natsumi's neck. It was bad memories.
Oops... I forgot Natsumi would be saddened by my death too... Fuyuki remembered. He had wanted Momoka to be sad, but he hadn't really thought about anyone else. He giggled a bit to himself as Kululu let go.
"I'm only doing this because my host has a weak appetite for killing... Ku, ku, ku," said Kululu. "But I can't let you leave to tattle about me still being alive."
"Why wouldn't you be alive?" Rinono asked confused.
"What do you mean? Didn't you hear I died?" Kululu was confused. Rinono blinked.
"Was this on social media?" she asked. Kululu nodded.
"Ah... I don't really know how to do social media. Rei handles it for us... We have negative followers," she said. Her host was pretty unlucky. She wouldn't be surprised if she had accidentally cursed her or something.
"I forgot you were totally stupid when it came to technology. Ku, ku, ku," Kululu remembered. "That still doesn't excuse telling everybody about how they can become the Demon King if they kill me!"
"I... I didn't tell anybody, though!" Rinono insisted. "I wouldn't do that. I kept it a secret all these years."
"Let me guess, it was because you loved me?" Kululu asked in a mocking tone. He was going to debunk Fuyuki's theory once and for all.
"It... It was because I'm not a brother-killer like you. But that doesn't matter. I wanted to apologize for the curse I placed on you. And to get it off you... I think I figured out a way."
Kululu perked up, listening closer.
"See?" Fuyuki asked gleefully. "She does like you! You can make up with your sister." Kululu tried not to be optimistic.
"Why do you want to take it off me, after all this time?" he asked.
"Because it's all my fault... My curse probably indirectly made you fall in love with that terrible, terrible Messenger of Death... I made you go through great shame, and I want to free you from being in love with that evil creature," Rinono told him.
Kululu glared. He knew he shouldn't trust Rinono. "Don't you dare say she's evil. Mois's the purest force in the universe. And I love her because I love her, not because of your stupid curse."
"Hey! Don't be getting violent now!" Fuyuki tried to play peacekeeper. He really did want Kululu to make up with his sister.
"But... she's the Messenger of Death!" Rinono squeaked.
"I think she means Messenger of Derp," Fuyuki recalled. He then quickly shook his head, remembering that wasn't her original title.
"She's my wife. You are going to take off the curse so that I can have nine children with her and so she'll remember me, not so I'll stop loving her. And you're going to do it or else," Kululu ordered.
Rinono grumbled a grunt of agreement.
"So... if it wasn't you who told everyone about how killing me makes you the next Demon King, who was it?" Fuyuki asked, trying to make Kululu trust her again.
"Social media," Rinono answered. "That's what Rei told me."
"Who found out, though? You could have blabbed to one of your friends," Kululu growled. Rinono closed her eyes and gave over the body to Rei.
"Rinono wants me to figure out who made the original post," Rei told him. She took out her phone and looked it up. "It was a demon named Pururu."
"Garuru's wife?" Kululu asked. But Pururu didn't know that!
"She gave your location at the time, too. Would you like it? She was probably eavesdropping on you when you were talking about it." Rei politely handed him the phone.
Kululu looked. It was the same time and place as when he had been talking to Mois about it. He had been so wrapped up in the conversation that he hadn't paid attention to Pururu eavesdropping on him!
He felt so mad.
"Don't suspect me now?" Rinono asked. Kululu finally nodded with a grunt.
She smiled. "See? I didn't want you dead."
"No. You don't want to be a brother-killer. You would have been fine having me dead," Kululu retorted. Rinono thought for a moment.
"No. I wouldn't," she finally decided. "I... I hated you for killing Shupepe, but not enough to want you dead. You were still my little brother."
Kululu just felt a sad feeling in his stomach. All he had wanted was his sister to be with him, to keep him safe and play with him. And when he had needed her most, she vanished.
"Do... Do you think Shupepe would have dealt with the threat of the angels better?" he asked hesitantly. Was that why she felt bad for him? Did she feel pity because Shupepe would be better?
Rinono thought for a moment. "No." She finally shook her head. "He was a pretty inexperienced king, too. Just like you. And looking back on it, he was pretty irresponsible. I loved him for it anyway, but he was pretty lazy. Also, he wouldn't have seduced the Messenger of Death, so we'd be all dead."
"Fair point, fair point," he agreed. So at least he did SOMETHING right.
"We... We should have been there for you, Kululu. Shupepe and I should have taken care of you when Father died. I'm... I'm sorry for leaving you when you were so young. You just didn't understand what a terrible thing you had done." Rinono thought. "You might not have been such a mean king if I had stayed."
"Screw that." Kululu shook his head. "I didn't want you and Shupepe to take care of me. Shupepe never took care of me. He was never there for me. He actually picked on me a lot, if you don't remember. It was you I wanted to take care of me, but you left me for Shupepe." He was still angry at her.
Rinono looked very closely at him. "Do you want me to take the curse off of you now?"
Kululu nodded eagerly.
"It requires me having to accept you again as a brother, and you accepting me as a sister. That will mean that someone you love had come back to you, the person that had cursed you," Rinono told him with a sigh.
"I doubt that..."
"So... I need to know, will you forgive me?" she asked honestly. Kululu was shocked at this. A pin appeared in Rinono's hands as if to sever the curse. "Since the moment you started being targeted, I've realized that I never wanted you hurt or dead, I want to help my little brother. It's been a long time since Shupepe died and I've learned to let go. I want to be your sister again, if you can accept being my brother again. Let me help you."
"Accept it, Kululu," Fuyuki advised. After all this time, Kululu deserved to have his sister back.
Kululu was speechless. He had always wanted her to care about him again. He just didn't know it would ever happen again.
He nodded, almost shyly, as if he was a kid again. Rinono severed the curse. She opened her arms to hug him.
And Kululu accepted the hug, nuzzling into it like he had first wanted when he had killed Shupepe. The safety of his sister's arms and her comfort.
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