Disclaimer: Klonoa characters not mine. Yellow Submarine not mine. They all belong to Namco and the Beatles. I saw the movie a few hours ago. It's like the worst acid trip ever put down on film. Very trippy. Meh.

Author's Note: I wrote this after watching 'Yellow Submarine'. It's like... described above. It's the most weirdest thing I've ever watched on film. The Chief Blue Meanie scares the hell out of me. And the glove. OH MY GOD THE GLOVE. IT HAS THE MOST SATANIC LAUGH EVER. Thanks to that I can bid goodbye to my much-needed sleep tonight. x.x

Anyway, this is one of my 'conversation' pieces. There isn't much story but a lot is revealed. It's a piece of Guntz x Klonoa... with neither of them present. Mobian Hero gave me the inspiration for this fic months ago. Thank you, m'lady. You inspire me greatly.

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"He was a good boy."

"Ah yes, he was a good boy." A small sound of sipping. "Although he was hostile he was good inside. I knew it when I travelled with him. And I've known him for a fair amount."

"There was something about him, wasn't there?" A sigh. "I've only met him about twice. But he was all right to me. Seemed lonely. And rather angsty too. But he seemed perfectly alright to me."

"That's him alright. He just couldn't trust people. That's why I thought it so odd that he decided to travel along with us."

"Your glass's empty... I'll fill it for you..." A sound of something pouring into a glass. "That'll be okay, won't it, Pango?"

"Goddess bless you, Jillius... Ah, it's a pity he had to die." Creak of chair. "Such a fine lad..."

"What's going on here?" A creaking sound, and rapid footsteps. "Pango, I thought you'd sworn off alcohol since five years ago! What's going on here? Is that double whisky? Goddess Claire! You broke the vow you made in the Sky Temple, you did! I ought to arrest you for that!"

"Be quiet." The younger voice interrupts. "You are within my power, Officer Suiryu."

"Ah- Emperor Jillius!" A stutter and a gasp. "It's a honour to see you here-"

"Oh, get out already. We're trying to mourn here. Go do things rich people like me do. Learn to play the concerter, eat your weight in chocolate buttons and dine on fish."

"Yes sir!" The door closes.

"Alright, Pango, where were we?"

"Mouring about him." Another sigh. "He was a good lad... I feel so sorry for the boy. He was born a hunter and hadn't had love before."

"At least he got to experience love." The younger voice replies. "Another whisky?"

"Yes please. Goddess bless you..."

The door bursts open. "I FEAR THEM NOT! LET THEM COME!"

"Goddess, Huepow, you're high on sugar again. Get out." The older voice says somewhat irritably. "Chipple should be banned from possessing sugar, candy, chocolates or anything like that. He's too kind and gives it all to you anyway."

"We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine..."

The door forcibly shuts. Footsteps.

"So tell me, Pango... who did he love?"

"Klonoa." A gulp. "He was a good lad too. Cute and sweet. It's not too surprising Guntz fell for him. Imagine a world with no love - and then this kid comes along and showers you with it. Anyone would be overcome by it."

"I understand that." An envious sigh. "I wish I was loved. I only get groupies."

"Better than nothing." A drunken chuckle. "Jillius, you're twenty-one. You have plenty of time. Besides, this particular instance of death... was caused by love."

A gasp. "Death by love? He must have really loved Klonoa..."

"Aye, he did." Another gulp.

"So where is Klonoa now? He's lucky to have such a devoted hunter as an admirer. Wolves only love one person all their lives, don't they? So where is he?"

"Dead." A sniff. "With Guntz."

"He killed himself too?" A gasp of dismay. "What happened?"

"Well, Jillius, Klonoa didn't actually kill himself. Guntz didn't kill himself either... Guntz was angsting about something or another up on the Jugkettle ferry bay... And he happened to be sitting on the harbour. Klonoa happened to come by and he listened to Guntz ranting about something."

"Go on." A sound of something popping and liquid pouring. "That's another bottle right there. We need a new corkscrew."

"So Guntz finishes his rant after a few minutes, and they stay still... and Klonoa found out about the fact that Guntz loved him before, mind, and he kisses Guntz right on the mouth after proclaiming his love - Jillius, are you all right? You look awfully... flushed."

A cough. "No... do go on."

"And... well... Guntz kisses him back."

"Is that it, Pango? How can they die from that? Sounds like a really strange love story a deranged fangirl would write."

"True, Jillius, true. But remember they were sitting on the harbour. After a few seconds the kiss gets a little heated... and you know..."

The sound of someone inhaling sharply. "Oh no."

"Exactly." A sigh. "They fell into the water."

"...Could either of them swim?"

"Klonoa couldn't. Guntz could."

"Well, why didn't Guntz save them both?"

"He happened to be carrying his bazooka with him. He sank like a stone and dragged Klonoa down with him."

"...And how long did they know each other for?"

"About five weeks."

"...Not counting the Moon?"

"One week."

"Goddess Claire!" A dismayed sigh. "That's some love story right there. And how do you know all this?"

"I was on the ferry coming back to the harbour at the time."

A sigh and the sound of scraping chairs. "Shame, shame... they were both such wonderful boys."

"Aye, they were wonderful..."

"Pango, you look tired. You'd better go to bed."

"You too, Jillius. Goddess bless you. You're a wonderful person, you are."

"Thank you."

"Goodnight, Jillius."

"Goodnight, Pango."

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I've finally done it! A Guntz x Klonoa story with neither of them present! I must say ever since Mobian Hero's comment on 'The Ultimate Guntz x Klonoa Drinking Game' I've been comtemplating how the heck that works out.

I like it, for something written at 10:13 at night.

Squeeeee.