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Fuyuki sipped some calming tea. He looked at his favorite teacup with affection and love. It had been Momoka's favorite tea cup and was one of the few things still linking them.
"The twenty men you sent out are gone," a soldier informed him. "He avoided capture."
Fuyuki cursed. Keroro would not be happy. "If you want something done right, don't send out foot soldiers." This was a job for his enforcer, and the sole person Tamama hated most.
In a few minutes, Mois had arrived in front of his throne, ready for her orders after he had called her. Kululu stood by his side.
"I want you to find Tamama and bring him to Keroro and me alive," Fuyuki ordered. Mois nodded.
"What should she do about the other two accompanying him?" Kululu asked. It was likely if Mois was left to her own violation that she'd kill Natsumi.
"Bring Giroro if you can, but he's not a priority," Fuyuki told her. "Don't harm Natsumi in the least bit. She's free to do her own thing. I'm not going to imprison her. When I'm ready to talk, I'll request her presence."
Mois nodded, disappointed she couldn't take the opportunity to end Natsumi. Kululu tried to hide his worry about why Fuyuki had switched targets from his entire platoon to solely Tamama.
"I'll come too, Mois," Kululu volunteered.
Fuyuki narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "I'll monitor the operation, then. Since that was usually your job." He handed Mois a headset. "Do as I order. I should be able to see what's happening from satellites if I put in your location, right?" Fuyuki asked.
Mois and Kululu both nodded.
"Excellent. Then bring Tamama to me. And if Natsumi is hurt... there will be hell to pay."
The two left.
"Are you okay, Tamama?" Natsumi asked. She didn't know why they had gone after only Tamama, but she hoped he was doing better. Tamama nodded.
"I'm fine," he reassured her. Natsumi breathed a sigh of relief.
Her relief didn't last long, when she spotted someone flying up in the sky from a more aerial view. It was Mois again.
She couldn't see Keroro, so that was a relief. Just Mois and Kululu.
"Isn't he on our side now?" Giroro asked confused.
"He never fully stated. But it should be fine. He'll keep us out of trouble." Tamama's eyes narrowed as his enemy landed on the ground.
"I'll grab Tamama. You stay here and I suppose distract Giroro and Natsumi," Mois instructed.
"Done," Kululu answered. He didn't really want to fight. He wanted to see what was going on, what Fuyuki's plan would be.
Mois charged at Tamama.
"WOMAN!" Tamama screamed, and without thinking of a battle plan, flung himself at her like a wild dog. He was ready to destroy.
"Tamama! That isn't going to work!" Natsumi reminded. Angol Mois was more than twice his size and she easily grabbed him off and twirled her Lucifer Spear like a baton.
"A fight isn't what I want, Tamama. My orders are to bring you alive. Then Uncle will decide what to do with you," she smiled sweetly.
"I don't want to see him!" Tamama bellowed. The two started fighting.
Natsumi watched and rolled up her sleeves. She knew from her time in the coliseum that she was no match for Mois, either, but she had to help Tamama. His jealousy balls she just swung away and she easily dodged his Tamama impacts.
"I'll deal with Kululu. You help Tamama," Giroro instructed. Natsumi nodded.
"Keep Natsumi away from your fighting field! Relocate Tamama maybe 300 feet to the left," Fuyuki ordered, trying to get Mois and Tamama back to the field they had fought Keroro on before.
Kululu listened to the orders as Giroro grabbed him. "What the heck is happening, Kululu?" he asked, holding him by the skin on his upper chest.
"We're trying to get Tamama," Kululu told him. "I'd keep Natsumi away from that field. She's in no danger here, don't worry."
Mois head-butted Tamama like a rocket, hitting him the 300 feet away, incredibly fast so Natsumi couldn't catch up with them.
"Why'd she move them?" Giroro asked, letting Kululu down. He knew Kululu was no threat, and Natsumi seemed to be in no immediate danger, so he just tried to understand.
"I... I don't know." Kululu admitted. Why had Fuyuki ordered Angol Mois to move to such an incredibly specific area?
Natsumi's eyes picked up something, since she was closer to the area. Tamama and Angol Mois were too busy fighting to pick it up, but she did.
The soldiers had put something on the field, and they looked like tiny little silver things hidden inside the grass. She pointed to them dramatically, hoping Giroro would see what she was pointing at and explain what they were.
"GET AWAY FROM THERE, NATSUMI!" Giroro yelled.
Kululu zoomed in with something in his glasses. "Tch. Remote control activated bombs. So that's why he didn't come with us." He frowned and sat down, thinking of Fuyuki. He'd have to deactivate them. Deactivate anything and everything. He'd probably have to deactivate the satellites so Fuyuki couldn't train a beam down there and laser them to death, or see what he was doing.
Sitting down, he popped out his headphones, to try to defuse the bombs. But... he wanted Tamama alive. So why the bombs?
Mois and Tamama seemed to be clashing all over the field. They weren't paying attention to Giroro's and Natsumi's shouts for them to get out of the area immediately.
Either way, if Fuyuki activates those Tamama and Mois will both die in the explosion. I can't let that happen. Kululu glanced at Natsumi, who was now a fair distance away from the bombs. Maybe sending her out to the field would cause Fuyuki not to detonate it?
He couldn't risk it, though. He had to focus all his strength into defusing the bombs.
Fuyuki watched the satellites, waiting with his finger over the button, for Tamama to step out of the field or be thrown out of the bombs' vicinity for just a moment. Mois was the only one who was supposed to get blown to smitherens, after all.
Sure, he wanted to get rid of the revolution's leader too, but Keroro had requested for him. At the same time, it wasn't too much trouble to have Keroro eat a dead body and get the soul there, so it was really no problem if Tamama accidentally died.
Sorry, Sis. I said that we'd talk later, but I really want to reunite with Sarge now. Fuyuki knew his obsession with Keroro wasn't the only thing in the way of their reuniting. It was also Angol Mois, his partner. She had become greedy for land, and she might pose a threat to Natsumi.
He wasn't going to lose any more precious people. He had to eliminate her.
It wasn't like she'd be an issue to Keroro. He had asked beforehand and Keroro had given his permission with a sure." The two of them had recently gotten into a fight, so it was the perfect time to eliminate Mois.
Only then could he safely talk to Natsumi.
Fuyuki was getting impatient, though. Tamama's style was close-combat, so he never jumped out of the vicinity of the bombs. Luckily, the loudness of all the explosions the two of them were making got rid of the sound of Giroro's and Natsumi's screams for them to get out of there, so they had not grown any wiser.
He'll harvest Tamama's soul dead or alive. He prefers alive, but I can kill him here and get rid of that awful revolution, Fuyuki smiled.
And he pressed the button.
Kululu managed to send a shock of electricity through all the bombs before Fuyuki pressed the button.
The electricity did shock Tamama and Mois for a moment, causing both to collapse onto their knees.
"Mois." Fuyuki frowned, seeing his bombs hadn't worked. Only one person could defuse them, and that was Kululu. Kululu had betrayed him. "Kululu's double-crossed us."
"What?" Mois stood up, recovering from the electrical surge sooner than Tamama. Giroro, Natsumi and Kululu ran up to the two of them.
"How long are they defused?" Giroro asked.
"Carry him off the field. They won't be defused for much longer," Kululu said, helping out Giroro and Tamama.
Natsumi nodded and carried him out of the area of the bombs. Kululu tried to tug Mois away, too.
"Giroro, give me some of your weapons. I need the parts to defuse the sattelites on our location, too," Kululu ordered.
Mois just watched in shock as Kululu sat down, away from the bombs, and aided the others.
"Good that you've finally chosen our side. I suspected you were against them, but it's good you finally pulled through." Giroro patted him on the back.
"Busy hacking. Shut up. Ku," he said, taking parts out of weapons and making some sort of machine to defuse his inventions.
"Kululu... you're on their side?" Mois was so confused. "You're... helping them?"
Kululu looked up for a moment, but then turned back to his machine. With a few more button presses he was done. Fuyuki wouldn't be able to watch them now.
"Yeah," he simply said.
"You... You didn't let me retrieve Tamama... You betrayed Fuyuki and me!" she accused.
"Stop being an idiot," Natsumi said to her. "There were bombs on the field. Kululu defused them. You and Tamama both would have died if those went off. Kululu saved your life in a way." Natsumi frowned at Mois, who was feeling clearly betrayed.
Kululu nodded. "He would have blown you up, Mois."
"He would not! Uncle wouldn't stand for it!" Mois denied.
"The Captain probably gave the okay for it. He betrayed you..." Kululu tried to take a soothing tone, but Mois's eyes just swirled as she grabbed her hair and shook her head. She couldn't face these facts.
Finally, she dialed Fuyuki's number on her phone. Giroro was about to try to take the phone out of her hands, but Kululu put his hand on his to stop him. He shook his head. She had to know the truth.
"The bombs, Fuyuki... Why? Why did you try to blow me up?" Mois asked.
"I had to. For sis," Fuyuki said simply.
"But... Uncle wouldn't be okay with it..." she tried to deny.
"He gave the okay," Fuyuki told her truthfully. Mois covered her mouth, stifling a cry.
"Are... Are you going to try to kill me again?" she asked. "I thought I was your partner. Your doll. I thought you would use me."
Fuyuki thought for a moment. "You survived my attempt at killing you. But that was only because of that traitor Kululu. But... I suppose you're still useful to me. So I'll let you live. Live a life of being used by both me and Sarge. As long as you follow orders completely correctly, you can come back. Heck, maybe Sarge might even accept you if you don't screw up. Just don't you dare try to disobey me. We're not equals. You are my doll, remember? And trying to hurt my sister... If you do that, I will kill you myself. I will feed you to the Sarge and I will make you suffer. So don't you dare hurt Natsumi."
"I... understand. I will work hard for you and Uncle," she agreed, closing her eyes. She had no more tears for this life. She switched off her phone.
"See? He was going to kill you," Kululu pointed out.
"I don't care. If Uncle needs me to die, I'll do it. You had no right to get involved with Uncle's orders," she told him coldly.
Kululu just looked at her, horrified. He truly hadn't grasped how strong her fixation with doing what Keroro said was. "Mois, stop, just give up..." His begging wouldn't do any good, though.
"Are you on their side? Or mine? Where does your loyalty lie? Will you work for me, to bring Uncle back at whatever cost?" Mois asked.
Kululu slowly shook his head. "I... I can't anymore. Not with the way he's treating you lately. I'm... I'm with them," he admitted.
Mois covered her mouth, but carefully nodded. Instead of fighting against his choice, she turned around. "You really aren't my friend. I mean, I knew that all along, but now I know truly why you've lived this long."
Maybe out of respect for the time she had spent with Kululu, or maybe because she was very sad, she left without a fight, flying off and leaving him there.
Tamama woke up. "That woman dead yet?" he asked.
"Nah, but Kululu officially joined us," Giroro told him. Tamama smiled. That wasn't nearly as good, but at least it was something.
"I destroyed most of my old satellites and a major blow should be dealt to their society now with me gone," said Kululu. "Ku. Good job, kiddo, you just got a major victory thanks to me, and I barely did anything."
"You just fixed your old mistakes," Natsumi pointed out.
Kululu was quiet.
The news spread to Keroro quickly about Kululu's ultimate betrayal. Lots of satellites seemed to be falling out of the sky, and he was quite angry.
"That terrible jerk-face! Pekopon is mine! It isn't his to destroy in such a way!" Keroro yelled angrily.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to retrieve Tamama," Mois apologized.
Keroro growled. "No need. I have a plan to lure them out. They're all in a group now, correct? Might as well gather them all in one group. Punish them all."
"Except my sister. She should remain unharmed," Fuyuki begged.
Keroro grinned. "Depends on who gets to her first." He gave an angry glare at Fuyuki.
Fuyuki, shivered a bit. He knew there was not much fighting the monster he had created. That, and this was his friend. He knew there might still be some bad blood between him and Natsumi, that was understandable. All he had to do was get to Natsumi before Keroro did and protect his sister. It was pretty simple.
"What's your plan, Uncle?" Mois asked.
"We'll torture Pekoponians until she surrenders herself. Natsumi always was a hero. A defender of Pekopon. She won't let people be harmed. She'll give herself up in a moment's notice," Keroro smiled.
Fuyuki nodded. That was a very likely plan. It would work fine.
"All we need is a large stage, and we'll just line them up." Keroro smiled.
Fuyuki clapped. "It shall be done!"
Natsumi, Tamama, Kululu and Giroro now headed toward a nearby city for planning.
"I suggest we wait till the end of the Harvest and then sneak into Fuyuki's base and burn Keroro's corpse. That way he can't resurrect him. After all, in power Keroro outmatches us completely," Kululu told them honestly.
Giroro nodded.
"I like that plan. I don't want to face Mr. Sergeant again," Tamama agreed. At that moment, a television flickered on with the news in the town square.
"BROADCAST FOR A NATSUMI HINATA AND TAMAMA," the screen read. Fuyuki was on the screen. "For every ten minutes you two don't show yourselves, Keroro will murder one Pekoponian in this line. They've done nothing wrong. Most of them are children," Fuyuki showed. "The ten minutes you do not appear will be dedicated to torture, at the end of the ten minutes they will die. Come soon, please."
The TV flickered off.
Natsumi looked horrified. "We... We have to help!"
Kululu shook his head. "It's a lure. They're trying to bait you. It won't do any good showing up. They'll just kill them anyway. Trust me, I worked for them."
Tamama wiped away a tear. He knew that was true. Giroro clutched Natsumi's hand.
"We... We can help get them to escape. The ones that are in the back. But the ones in front that Fuyuki's focusing on, we can't do anything for. I'm sorry." Giroro told her.
Natsumi hiccuped out some tears. This was terrible.
They got to a huge crowd of people forced to watch the torture. Hiding behind some crates, Giroro tried to hold Natsumi to get her to not show herself.
The screams of the people Keroro was torturing were loud and echoed through her ears. But so did Keroro's own voice. And his voice froze her entire body in fear.
She started shaking, remembering his form, how cruel he had looked. Tamama patted her hand.
"I know. I know," he told her. Natsumi turned away and threw up when the life of the current person Keroro was torturing expired.
"Should we try to sneak some people away to one of your bases, Tamama?" Giroro asked. Tamama nodded.
"That's the plan, right, Natchi?" he asked.
Natsumi was wiping the vomit off her mouth. "I... I don't want to get any closer. I need to get closer, though. Those people don't deserve to die." She was trying to force her body to move. But the mortal terror at Keroro still wracked her entire body.
"It would be best if we just did nothing. She obviously can't handle Keroro's new form. She hasn't seen much of this world. I would suggest we get her away," Kululu suggested. "Ku, ku, ku. I can hardly blame her. Even I have only seen his actions through cameras, and he spooks even me a bit. He's so different. But she hasn't seen as much death as the rest of us."
Giroro patted her back. "So you've never actually talked to him face-to-face?" Giroro asked.
"Nah. When he was alive, he was busier with Mois and Fuyuki. I was going to see him when he asked for his platoon to be reunited, but after he ate Dororo... Mois decided it would be best if I didn't see him."
"He... ate Dororo?" Giroro asked, horrified. Tamama tried not to cry.
Kululu nodded. Natsumi vomited again.
Giroro looked at her with sorrow. Perhaps it was best if they took her away. She couldn't handle these horrors.
Fuyuki waited, but his sister never showed up. Mois put the tenth head on a pike, marveling at the sculpture of death.
"She's not showing," Fuyuki whispered to Keroro.
"Hmm..." Keroro rubbed his chin. "Perhaps it's because she doesn't know any of these people? It does horrify someone a bit more if they know the person personally that's being tortured," Keroro decided.
Fuyuki backed away. He knew he was the closest to Natsumi.
"You and Natsumi used to be friends, right?" Keroro asked Mois.
"I have no friends," she insisted, shaking her head. She knew where this was going. Keroro pulled Mois's hand forward and pushed her downward.
"Natsumi, if you're listening, you now have twenty minutes," he announced. Fuyuki looked away as his partner screamed.
Natsumi covered her ears as she heard Mois's screams. Sure, Angol Mois was a horrible person and had killed a lot of people, but she still knew her. She clenched her eyes shut.
Tamama didn't. He hummed.
Giroro looked at him, disgusted. Tamama shrugged.
"She's done the same to a lot of people. Got what's coming, I think," Tamama shrugged.
Kululu paled and stood up. "You going to reveal yourself?" he asked Natsumi.
Natsumi shook her head, crying softly.
Kululu looked at her, disappointed. "Well then, it's been fun. But I'm not letting Mois get tortured." He stepped out from behind the crates, and pushed Pekoponians out of the crowd.
Giroro watched him go.
"We're here! Or more specifically I'm here, Fuyuki. Will that do?" Kululu asked, revealing himself. Keroro stopped when he saw Kululu for the first time in years. He dropped the hammer he was using.
"I assume sis is around here somewhere, too?" Fuyuki smiled. He could get to her before Keroro could.
Keroro looked confused. He walked between Kululu and Mois and looked between them.
Here were those weird feelings again. He reached forward and trailed his fingers against Mois's cheek, as if he would scratch down at any moment. But he stopped instead at her lips.
"The hatred... is gone," he realized. "So those were my true goals," he said with a smile, looking at her again. "It wasn't to kill millions. It was for you!"
"Huh?" Mois asked.
"I remember being in limbo and hearing the whispers so many times. I wasn't able to remember who was talking until now, or what they were, but they were my goals. Your smile... I have to bring it back! At whatever cost. But to do that... To feel that feeling completely... I need my meal." Keroro's kind smile changed to a much more sinister one as his face snapped forward to look at Kululu.
"You are who I've been looking for all along. The perfect fit... this can all end." He reached forward for Kululu.
Kululu just stood there in awe.
"Wait... Wait a minute... Kululu is the soul I need to set you right?" Fuyuki asked.
Tamama and Giroro and Natsumi peered from behind their crates. And all of them, despite their fear of Keroro, wondered if it was a good trade.
After all, it was just Kululu's life. It wasn't one of theirs.
So yeah. The idea about Natsumi being the right soul was a completely great one and looking back on it, I should have had it to make the plot more tight. But in the original outline of this story since Angol Mois was actually the viewpoint character and Natsumi wasn't, it was this. But when I changed main characters I probably should have changed it too.
I was just like "lol but what if Kululu is the pure soul. Wouldn't that be hilarious."
So my apologies.
Please review.
And also, yeah I totally headcanon (and actually in all my stories write it as such) that Keroro is gay, the guest who implied that.