So this chapter is mostly flashbacks, because why not. There will be a lot of flashbacks I think they might start doing things in chapter ten but I'm not sure.

Lots of Kurumois in this chapter. It's like primarily Kurumois. Sorry guys. It is me. I am weak.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Oh, also to answer some of stuffedcrustlord's questions! I did not realize the futurama thing till now. (I have only seen a few episodes) cool!

Also, the her waking her up in a normal hospital instead of a facility by Fuyuki will be explained later. It actually does have a reason and is purposeful.

- Several years ago, the day Angol Mois returned with Keroro's body -

"Here." Kululu handed Mois a wet washcloth, so she could wipe the blood off her hands. The girl was shaking, shivering in terror, probably from the realization that her beloved was dead.

"Th-thanks..." She took the washcloth and desperately tried to scratch the crystalized blood off from her family. She let out a choked sob, the sob erupting like vomit from her body at the memories that were resurfacing.

Kululu watched, grabbing another washcloth to help her. Letting her do it herself obviously wasn't helping.

He was so glad he had found her. He didn't know how bad her misery would have been washing off all this blood herself.

"I... I killed them all, Kululu... All for Uncle. And he wasn't even alive... He's gone..." she cried again. Kululu nodded, listening halfway to her misery.

He had suspected that it was Angolian blood coating her body. He hadn't heard the full story of how she had killed the other Angols, though.

He didn't respond to her. There was no sympathy he could offer or empathy for her dead lover and the crimes she had committed. He just squeezed her shoulder lightly, trying to show her support.

She flinched a bit at his bare touch. He drew back.

She just lost her most beloved person. She probably doesn't want anyone touching her Kululu realized. She probably wanted her body to remain touched by Keroro only so she could absorb the memories.

"There's a bath robe over there." Kululu pointed to a robe he had laid out for her. "It would be best to change out of your bloodied clothes. They won't be able to be cleaned with a washcloth," he said. "Ku. Don't worry, I won't peek. I'd have to be way more of a creep to do that while you were crying your eyes out. And surprisingly I have lines that even I don't cross."

She nodded and turned around to strip off her bloody clothes. Kululu turned around to not watch, trying to piece the story together of what had happened.

He had only gotten bits and pieces from both Fuyuki and Mois. Apparently, the enemy had captured Keroro and had sent photos of him being tortured in ways that even Kululu thought were inhumane. Mois had gone to negotiate for his life, and they had agreed to give her Keroro if she killed the Angolians and formed a new treaty that suited their purposes better with them. She had done so, and they had given her Keroro - his dead body.

He personally didn't care for his Captain as much as Mois had. Out of his whole platoon, he had mourned the least for Keroro. The selfish part of him wondered what Mois would have done if his life was at stake, too.

He knew they were close and shared an emotional connection, but it wasn't nearly as close as hers and Keroro's. Would... she have done the same for me? Or would she have just left, unable to hurt her family like that? He tried to shake his head, keeping those sort of thoughts out.

He hadn't been in the position. Keroro had. He couldn't be thinking these things in a time like this. Keroro and Mois had been very in love, and the fact was clear that he and Mois... Well, they weren't.

"I... I think the blood is all gone," Mois stuttered out. She collapsed in a chair, her body still shaking as if she was shivering from intense cold. "Thanks... for helping me. I couldn't have done that on my own."

"No problem. You know what you say, what are friends - " Kululu was cut off before he could finish the sentence.

"NO!" she screamed. She put her hand to his mouth before he could speak. "We are not friends."

Kululu could feel his heart break a little. "Oh. Well, I was just trying to use one of your stupid sayings... Ku." He tried to save himself utter humiliation.

Mois looked over at him, tears coming down her cheeks. "Please don't be my friend. Don't ever think of me as a friend," she begged. Her breathing was rather gaspy as she tried to hold back another sobbing fit. "We can no longer be friends, Kululu. I am sorry." She almost put her hand on his to squeeze it, but stopped herself. She turned away to leave to continue her sobbing.

Kululu didn't understand. If she was cutting off their friendship, why was she so sad? Why did she feel like she had to? He wanted desperately to hold her, to tell her everything would be all right, but he felt that comfort was something she didn't want. She probably just wanted to mourn Keroro alone.

Still... their friendship ending was something that seemed to be causing her more pain than him. So he knew that at least it wasn't a matter of her not caring about him.

Even so, still couldn't help but feel jealous in the following days when she started hanging out with Fuyuki, but not him.

It was the present day, and Fuyuki was sitting in a chair with Mois sitting in front of him. Fuyuki had a brush in his hand and was combing Mois's hair. Quickly, he put hair ties in her hair, putting Mois's longer hair up in pigtails.

"Could you dress up in that outfit?" he asked, pointing to a wardrobe. The outfit was one of Natsumi's old ones, a summer day outfit.

"Why?" Mois asked. She knew the answer already, but she still needed to be reminded of her role.

"Because right now, you are my doll. And instead of playing the role of my partner, I need you to play the role of my sister," he explained calmly. "You need to be Natsumi... because after we completely resurrect Keroro, that's the role you'll fall into. You'll be my beloved sister." Fuyuki gave Mois a tight hug from behind.

She nodded. That won't be what happens, Fuyuki. Because when Uncle comes back, I'm going to run off with him and we'll restart our lovey-dovey lifestyle!

She kept her mouth shut, though. She went to put on Natsumi's old outfit and came back. Fuyuki clapped when he saw her.

Mois stood in front of Fuyuki, just like a doll.

Kululu watched from the shadows as Mois and Fuyuki played their classic pretend. It was a little creepy, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

Eventually, he stepped out of the shadows to hand the two dictators some inventions they had ordered. "The two of you look like siblings already," he teased cheerfully.

"I think she'd resemble Natsumi a little bit more though if she took on her appearance," Fuyuki muttered. Kululu handed Fuyuki some inventions.

"Things are running smoothly throughout the world." He gave a maintenance report. Fuyuki nodded and then got a thought. He turned around in his chair to face Kululu.

"Hey, Kululu... Can you make track down Tamama for me?" he asked. "You are a super-genius, and it should be easy for you. We really need him for this year's Harvest."

"Fuyuki..." Mois finally spoke up. "Kululu shouldn't leave so soon to the Harvest! He needs to stick by us."

Fuyuki ignored her. "So will you do it, Kululu?"

"Ku. Sorry, Fuyuki. I only listen to my master. And my master isn't you. Ku, ku, ku!" Kululu told him. "And Master just said she wanted me to not."

Mois clapped giddily at Kululu choosing her request over Fuyuki's. "You're so cute!" She bent down to give Kululu a kiss on the cheek. "I'll reward you for your loyalty later," she winked.

Kululu beamed. He loved sex as a reward. "Ku, ku, ku. Nice." He gave Mois a long and passionate kiss in front of Fuyuki, causing her to blush momentarily. "You're cute when you're embarrassed,~" he tried to tease, going back to his usual jerk demeanor, instead of the loyal servant attitude he had as of late toward Fuyuki and Mois.

Mois frowned, glaring at him for kissing her in front of Fuyuki. Sure, Fuyuki knew about them being rather sexually active together, but it still embarrassed her!

"Ku. Fine, I take it back," he sighed. Back to "loyal servant" attitude, it seemed. "Whatever you want."

Fuyuki's eyebrow raised. "Even to this day, I have no idea how you managed to tame Kululu so well when we invaded." He turned to Mois. "How did you manage to turn him into such a loyal servant?"

Mois waved her hand dismissively. "It's not that important."

The truth was, she had really done nothing. He was the one who had offered the whole ordeal.

It was right after what would soon be known as the First Harvest. It hadn't been yet reported that twenty people had been killed by two teenagers, so Kululu had no idea what had happened.

"Hey, Kululu... can you help me again?" Mois knocked on his lab door weakly, a bit embarrassed. She was covered in blood and minorly bruised.

He hadn't talked to her much since she had cut off their friendship, but immediately was worried for her when he saw how much blood covered her body.

He let her into the lab. "Are you all right?" he asked, letting her sit down and offering her another wet washcloth.

With little shame, she stripped off her clothing so she could later wash it. Kululu turned around, desperate not to peek. Could have given me a little bit more of a warning, Mois! he thought to himself.

All he had noticed were some cuts and bruises on her waist and side. She looked injured.

"Do you have a robe?" She was sobbing less than she had the first time he had helped her clean off the blood. Instead there was an unfriendly calm in her voice.

"Over there," he pointed. He got some bandages ready to clean some of her wounds. "Are you all right? It seems like you're pretty bruised up. Are you hurt?"

"No. I'm all right," she answered. "I don't care how much I'm hurt. As long as my goal can succeed."

Kululu stopped cleaning a wound on her arm for a second. "Your goal? What's that?" He had no idea where all this blood had come from and what she was hoping to accomplish.

Mois just gave a slight smile and didn't answer. "Thanks again for helping me wash away more blood."

"Ku. I feel like this is becoming a regular thing between us." Although Kululu didn't want this to be a regular thing, he was glad she trusted him.

But still... he was curious as to what her goal was.

When Fuyuki and Mois started invading the planet together, he just sat back, rather fine with the outcome of things. He didn't care much for the planet. He sometimes aided them if they really begged him, but he didn't know why they were invading, what their goals were and why they were so close.

He eventually started working under them under some sort of distant alliance, getting money in return for providing inventions. He was curious to get closer to Mois and learn what she was hiding.

But every time they would get closer, she would start avoiding him, and make bad excuses so she could see Fuyuki instead.

"What's the big deal, Mois? Why are you avoiding me? I mean, I know we aren't friends, but I didn't know you hated me." Kululu finally confronted her one day. He hated how for some reason he had chosen Fuyuki over him.

"I don't hate you," she replied quietly. "I... I just don't want you to die," she tried to comfort.

Kululu was confused. "And why would I die from you spending time with me?"

"I don't want you to think we're friends again," she replied.

"Is someone going to kill me for it?" he asked. Where had she gotten this idea?

She was silent for a moment. "I suppose I never told you about what happened when I destroyed the Nekorians' planet..." she realized.

Kululu eyed her curiously. "No... No, you didn't. Proceed."

"You know about their magical mage-like properties, right?" she asked. Kululu nodded. "Well, right before I killed them all, one cursed me... He cursed me so that whoever was my friend would die. And..." She tried to hold back tears. "I didn't want you to die, so I cut you off. I... I can't have you dying."

The realization hit him as her actions slowly started falling into place. She hadn't ever hated him. She had just wanted to protect him from the lonely curse she had. He tried to grip her hand to give her support, but she took her hand away, frightened.

"I won't die," he promised. "I... uh... never really thought of you in a friend way, anyway," he told her. I guess having a crush on her is the only thing keeping me alive. Ku! Loopholes! Never thought I would be thankful for these awful feelings.

"What do you mean?" Mois asked. Kululu never did clarify.

"So there's really no risk for me dying," he tried to sooth her. Mois looked a little relieved, but still confused.

"Wait... but what about Fuyuki? Why is he able to hang around you and not be dead?" Kululu glared. Had Fuyuki found a loophole, too? He was confused.

"Fuyuki is like my master. I'm more of his doll. Since it's like a master/slave relationship, it's not friendship at all... He's just using me. I'm all right with it. I'll be his doll, just like I was Uncle's until Uncle comes back." Her voice sounded so sad, so lonely.

Kululu didn't point out that Keroro wasn't going to come back. "That doesn't sound healthy," he pointed out. "If you two are invading the planet, you should be equals, not Fuyuki's slave," he told her. "You deserve it. There's no need to have such little self-confidence." He tried to boost her self-esteem, but she shook her head. The damage Keroro had done to her was too much.

"It's all right, Kululu. I like it. It makes me less lonely. I don't know what I would do if I wasn't needed and didn't have someone," she smiled, trying to reassure him. "So it's all right."

He felt terrible for whatever she had gone through and how little self-confidence she seemed to have.

It took a few nights of sleeplessness and restlessness for him to think it over, and slowly realize how much this curse was affecting her mental state.

Mois... is probably so sad... Kululu realized. He felt so sorry for her. He wanted to help her, to hold her, to give her the self-confidence to better herself. But she wouldn't let him closer to her.

Slowly, he realized what he had to do, and the only thing that would help her.

"Mois." He approached her one day, after thinking over her curse. "I have a proposal for you."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I want to be in the same sort of relationship you and Fuyuki are in. A master/slave one. That will bypass your curse, right? And then you can spend time with me, if we think of each other in that sort of sense. Ku ku ku."

Mois giggled for a moment. "I don't need another master, Kululu! I already have Fuyuki."

Kululu shook his head. "I... I wasn't talking about being your master... I want to give you the strength to see yourself as an equal to others someday." He hated having to give up control, but it was a necessary sacrifice to help Mois through her problems. "You'll be the master this time. I'll be the slave. And I'll... I'll stick by you as long as need be to sort out this curse thing and your relationship with Fuyuki." He tried to bow a little bit, hoping she'd accept his desperate proposal.

"You'd really do that?" She seemed touched. "But... that doesn't seem right..."

"Ku. I said the same thing a few days ago, and you seemed fine with yourself being in one," he pointed out. "Also, this would make sure I wouldn't die and we could still stick by each other."

"Would you really swear your servitude and loyalty to me, forever?" Mois asked, gripping his hands and staring into his eyes. She was sparkling. He looked away.

"I was already a slave to your sparkles. Might as well make it official, right? Ku ku ku. I like going willingly better than being taken by force, anyway," he told her. She smiled. "Anyway, there's bound to be some perks that come with this. Like having a powerful position in the new world you and Fuyuki are creating. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu tried to act like he wasn't doing some selfless.

"We'll give you power in our new world. Don't worry. You can be like my right-hand man, ruling together with me in the shadows! I'll tell you all about mine and Fuyuki's plan!" She smiled again, shaking his hand. "I accept your proposal, Kululu."

Kululu nodded. And that was how he became Mois's slave.

"I can try to find Dororo and Tamama on my own," Mois offered Fuyuki in the present time. They were still planning on how to reunite the Keroro Platoon. "I think I should be able to do it. It'll just be hard to find them."

Fuyuki nodded. "Make sure to get them quickly. Keroro wanted to see them very much."

Mois nodded. "I promise I'll try my hardest."

Kululu watched as his master vowed to retrieve his old platoon mates. He supported her and wanted to help, but at the same time he didn't really want any of them to be killed by Keroro's demonic self.

He knew he would never betray Mois, though. He couldn't.

Right?

Everything I touch turns into kurumois. Why is this?

Help me...