Sorry I didn't update for a little bit. I was really sick so I read shoujo manga instead of writing.
Some notes about the chapter. The alien cat race I used was because of a small picture in the ninteenth volume of some sort of cat alien in a treaty with the Angolians. I don't own the ninteenth manga so I couldn't describe them out of memory, so I just sort of assumed they looked like the cats from mogeko castle?
I named their planet Nekosei because Neko is cat in Japanese and I believe Kero is the sound a frog makes in Japanese and it was all I got. Sorry. Sei is like the end of planets in the solar system.
I wanted to name their race Norekians to tease my sister because I believe in her story "Pekopon Revolution" that's what the humans called the Keronians. And it kind of sounds like Neko.
Ummm...Tell me if the chapter is coherent enough?
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Natsumi wracked her head, confused by the mystery of Fuyuki's change. She finally stepped out of the elevator with Tamama into the rest of the main revolution base.
"It was because of me, wasn't it?" she asked, finally thinking it over. "My almost death... Our separation. It probably brought him great sadness. He must have changed because I wasn't there to help guide him on the right path," she decided. With their father touring the world and their mother constantly working, she was the one who looked after Fuyuki a lot. But she had failed and hadn't been with him and he must have changed because of her.
"Actually..." Tamama sighed for a moment and decided just to be blunt. "His change had nothing to do with you. He changed after Mr. Sergeant died."
"Wh-what...? The stupid frog is... is dead?" Natsumi took a step back. She had just assumed all of her friends were still alive if she wasn't that far in the future. She thought back to Keroro's mostly always smiling face and the fun times that they had shared together.
He couldn't have died, could he have? He couldn't be gone. She understood why Fuyuki would have changed from his best friend dying, but still... How?
"How? Why did he die?" Natsumi was so confused.
Tamama sat down in an armchair. He wouldn't have been able to tell the story without his legs shaking. "It was shortly, maybe a few months after, you went to sleep, Natchi." He began his story. "As warriors of Keron, we could still be called back for active duty if they needed us, and it just so happened that they did. We were being invaded by a species from the planet Nekosei, called Nekoians. They were like cat aliens, a little taller than us, with about the same build. So since we were being invaded, we were called up to defend our planet, but it didn't go as planned..."
"Good-bye, Natsumi," Giroro had told his sleeping warrior princess before leaving. Although he hated to be away from her, he knew this was for the best. War was his purpose, and when one purpose was lost, his duty to protect Natsumi, another purpose, could replace it. He could go back to being the Keronian soldier that only cared for Keron and the battle.
He had that, at least.
Most of the platoon had been optimistic for the battle to destroy the invaders that threatened their home planet. They had grown soft, living on Pekopon, and had forgotten the horrors of war.
They had forgotten to research the might of their opponent, the black magic that some of them used as if they were RPG mages, the swords that they carried into battle that were enchanted, and the alliances and treaties that they had not only made with Keron's friends so that Keron's allies couldn't come to help them, but their enemies too, like the Vipers.
The war raged on for months, and it was one of the most brutal thing that Tamama had ever witnessed in his life.
"It became very clear that the war was hopeless. They out-matched us in every way and didn't have a problem with... eating our young, as if we were just like Pekoponian frogs, and they were just like Pekoponian cats. There were so many casualties on Keron... So many..." Tamama shivered. He probably experienced war flashbacks. "E-even the Garuru Platoon fell to them eventually and it become apparent that we'd all die soon enough."
Natsumi squeezed his hand, knowing that the memories were probably tough on him. To know that yet another batch of people she had met, the Garuru Platoon, had died, was terrifying to her. But she had to know what happened to Keroro.
"The planet is going to fall. We're going to be beaten. Ku, ku, ku. I think their goal is to eliminate our race and take the planet for themselves, so if we're caught, we'll die." Kululu stated the cold hard facts.
"We're not running away," Giroro proclaimed. "We're Keron soldiers and there are innocent civilians still on this planet. We might be the last of Keron's line of defense, but we can't just give up."
"Nobody was saying anything about giving up. We'll try our hardest. And if something goes wrong, we'll all die together," Dororo promised him. Giroro nodded.
"So... we've decided? No matter what, if we win or lose, we'll stay here, fighting till the bitter end?" Keroro asked.
"I'll stay by your side and fight, Mr. Sergeant," Tamama promised.
"Sure, not like I had anything better to do." Kululu shrugged, not really understanding the weight of the situation.
"I will fight for Keron, no matter what," Giroro vowed.
Dororo crossed his arms. "And I will protect the last lives on here as well."
They might have all agreed to stay, but it was not to be.
"We all agreed we'd stay there till the bitter end, but Mr. Sergeant... He had other ideas. He didn't want us all dying. He wanted us to live together again, because he cared about his platoon. So he faked legal documents and gave them to us, ordering us back to Pekopon."
"I can't believe these!" Giroro tore it apart. "They need us! Why would they throw us away when they barely have any soldiers left? We agreed to stay, guys! We can't let my brother's death be in vain!"
Keroro put his hand on Giroro's shoulder. He knew Giroro was least likely to go along with any of this. He was a proud invader and Keron soldier at heart, after all.
So he needed to tear away that proud Keron soldierness. "They don't need us," he told the Platoon quietly. "They told us we were all useless. I mean, how long have we had to invade Pekopon? Five years? And we've done nothing! They don't want to see us ever again! So they told us to pack up, and leave. And to never return," he lied.
This was the only way to save their lives. But the shock on all his platoon's faces and the distress of not being needed was enough to break his heart. Still, he remained strong as Giroro let out a choked sob.
"Let's find a ship. I'm sure we can find one in the wreckage," Keroro ordered. The platoon nodded, not knowing what else to do with themselves.
There was only one undamaged ship left with a intact fuel tank in the battlefield. And Keroro knew if they went any farther, they could be caught.
The problem was that the maximum carrying capacity was four.
"So... one of us has to stay..." Giroro realized. Dororo looked a bit afraid and latched onto Giroro's arm. He was used to being forgotten, and he didn't want to be the one not forgotten this time.
"Nah, I'm sure it'll fit all of us!" Keroro laughed. He motioned for his other platoon mates to go in and try. "Just suck your breath in and maybe the fifth can lay on the other four's laps?"
"You're so stupid, Keroro." Giroro was getting tired of Keroro's easy-going attitude on the battlefield, of his countless jokes. He went in, anyway, followed by Kululu, Dororo, and Tamama. Keroro was the last one. He shut the door and locked it from the outside.
"Wh-what?" Giroro asked, trying to open the door.
"I lied. It wouldn't fit five people." Keroro stuck out his tongue, trying to be cheerful.
"Wh-what do you mean, Keroro?" Giroro asked.
"Keroro... Find another ship..." Dororo cried.
"Ku, ku, ku. Can't you losers see what he's doing?" Kululu said, realizing what was happening.
"I'm sorry to tell you... But I honestly lied about the documents, too... I just... My job as a leader is to keep my platoon safe. And this battle is lost. You would have all died in vain and I couldn't have that," Keroro confessed.
"Say that to my face directly so I can punch you!" Giroro begged for Keroro to open the door.
Keroro shook his head. "It's best if my platoon remains safe. It's likely I'll get captured after this, so... When you're back on Pekopon, please tell Fuyuki that I'm sorry and he'll always be my best friend."
"Mr. Sergeant... You can't do this! You might die! Open the door and switch with me! I'll be willing to stay in your place!" Tears were streaming down Tamama's face as he desperately begged Keroro to switch.
"No," Keroro refused coldly. "You've got to live, Private. You're part of the platoon just as much as them."
"But... long ago, Mr. Sergeant, you saved my life... It would only be fair if I saved your life now. I'd be willing to die if it was for you," Tamama told him.
Keroro looked sad. "I would never ever want to use you that way, Private." Keroro looked around for a control panel of what would launch the ship.
"Mr. Sergeant...! Stop this!" It was hard for Tamama to make out words. "Please! I don't want to lose you! I love - " He was cut off by Keroro.
"Don't say it." Keroro pressed the button. The ship launched into space, taking the rest of the Keroro Platoon to safety.
Giroro saluted Keroro as they left, but cried along with Dororo.
"You idiot... Find a ship, quickly," he begged.
"Keroro... In the end, you were a good friend..." Dororo wiped away at his tears. Kululu didn't say anything. He at least had enough respect in him to know that, if he did, it would break the mood.
Tamama just wailed.
And that was the last he ever saw of Keroro.
"But... But you and Fuyuki don't know for sure that he died, right? Is Fuyuki trying to make an army to retrieve him?" Natsumi was confused. "What happened next?" She was desperate for details.
Tamama's lip was quivering, and he was crying from the memories. "I never got the full story of the graphic details, but he was killed," he said. "Apparently, after capture, Mr. Sergeant was tortured and somehow that woman found out about it... The Angolians and Nekoians had a treaty, so she left to negotiate Mr. Sergeant's release, but... It didn't work out. He was killed." Tamama broke into sobs.
Natsumi wrapped her arms around the small tadpole.
"I'm so sorry... I really am. I had no idea that happened while I was asleep," she apologized.
"It broke Fukki, apparently, even though I didn't get the details of the torture. I think his anger toward the Nekoians even carried over to his dictatorship because he's made cats out-lawed. That's why none are wandering the streets," Tamama explained. Natsumi soothingly pat his back, trying to let all his tears get out so he could be relieved.
"But... how did Fuyuki take over the planet? I can understand how my brother could change from grief, although I'm still not sure how into something so evil, but how did he do it?" Natsumi expected that the people would have been smarter than this.
"He was a genius, Natchi," Tamama sniffled. "At first he pretended to be all nice and good. Like the old days. He told the people about aliens and introduced them to alien society and won his way into the people's hearts. He showed them Keronian technology, and thanks to Kululu, Pekopon was able to boost itself up to Keron's style of living. Fukki was renowned as a hero." He paused for a moment. "He weedled his way into the government, backed by the Nishizawa corporations, and took the opportunity to subtly made designs and plans for the Harvest in different sects of the world."
"Now that just sounds stupid." Natsumi stopped Tamama's story. "Why would the people not question these sudden sacrificial offerings and not overthrow him?"
"The Pekoponians were filled with greed," Tamama explained. "Pekopon was slowly invading the universe under Fukki's rule, so they thought he was the best thing around. They didn't realize he was the leader who was in charge of these Harvests and were instigating them. When a government leader finally spoke up against it and threatened to shut down the Harvest, Fukki had them killed and let his intentions be known."
"My brother directly killed someone?" Natsumi was shocked. That wasn't the Fuyuki she knew! But neither was the evil dictator making ritualistic sacrifices.
"Well... he didn't do it himself. His partner in crime did. You know, the true evil, who's doing all the killings he orders. She was away for a while when Fukki was winning the people's hearts of Pekopon, and invading planets for him, but she came back to take down the person who threatened to shut down the Harvest." Tamama glared for a second, as if he felt true disgust for the evil that partnered herself with Fuyuki.
"Who... Who would do such a thing? Who's Fuyuki's partner in crime?" Natsumi asked.
"I think you already know who has the power to kill people easily and very little remorse in it. Who doesn't care about Pekoponian life and would also be driven to the dark from Mr. Sergeant's death. Thatwoman." Tamama hissed with more malice than he had ever expressed.
Natsumi's eyes bulged in shock.
Angol Mois stepped out the shadows and smiled at Fuyuki's suggestions.
"I want to reunite Uncle's beloved platoon, too," she agreed. She thought for a moment, tilting her head to the side. "This year... do you truthfully believe he'll return?"
"It has to be this year. We've taken all the extra steps we can to ensure he has longer this year. He'll find the soul he needs. Do not worry," Fuyuki told her. "After all... this Harvest will be the biggest of them all. It'll last for a week instead of just a day, thanks to all the power and demonic energy we've collected." He stood up and looked her in the eye. "Thank you for trapping our spiritual orb-like entity friends for me, by the way."
"It was hard to track down more, but thanks to all that invading you've been making me do, I was able to get a few more." Mois held onto her spear carefully as she looked at a jar on a shelf that had the spirits Fuyuki spoke of flying around.
Fuyuki looked at them with great interest. It had been hard to find the spiritual energy needed to make the Harvest longer, but they had done it. After years spent invading the universe, they had finally tracked them down.
"They're like little lights," she commented.
"Little lights that have the power to keep our ritual of blood going even longer." Longer meant that more people were needed, though. Fuyuki could round up more to kill. It was easy.
The Harvest had been a lucky discovery in one of Fuyuki's occult books. Hard to put on, but a lucky discovery nonetheless.
Blood rituals and dark magic were the stuff usually of legends, of much older times, but Fuyuki still believed them. He found them very supernatural and occult-like. And using the rituals in his book had proven to give him exactly what he wanted.
If he sacrificed enough people, enough blood, he could bring back one person a year from the dead. However, he was still trying to look into how to make it permanent.
Mois sauntered into Fuyuki's throne and sat down. "Have you found the compatible soul yet? The one that will feed him and make him alive permanently?"
Fuyuki shook his head. He and Mois kept searching. Kept sacrificing people they thought would be perfect, but it never proved to be the one their dead friend was looking for.
This time, though, he could aid them in their search. In the Harvest of souls.
"I will, though. That's why I've been doing all this. All this killing, all this destruction, all this channeling of demonic energy, I'll do it a million times if I have to. For him. For Keroro," Fuyuki vowed.
Mois nodded, slowly standing up like a regal queen. "For Uncle."
"Do you want to go check on him?" Fuyuki asked. She nodded and arm-in-arm they walked out of the throne room and down the hall, to the room that they kept Keroro in.
Gazing at the middle of the room, the two saw the glass tube they were looking for, filled with liquid that would preserve Keroro and keep him from rotting. Inside the tube, Keroro's lifeless body floated, smaller tubes and wires attached to him to keep him down.
The two of them smiled. Keroro would return soon.
They'd make sure of it.
So basically when I started planning this story the premise was evil Fuyuki and evil Angol Mois bringing Keroro back to life once a year through supernatural demonic rituals, because I wanted to write an evil Fuyuki fic, but I also love evil Angol Mois so I decided both was good.
Basically all my stories are just weird stuff that I wanted to write about.
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