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So I wrote the next chapter. The next one after this will be the epilogue so this is kind of the final battle chapter?
It was originally two chapters in my plan, but I condensed them.
So... to truthfully come back to life, all the Captain needs is my soul. The absurdity of this notion rolled around Kululu's head and almost made him laugh. But there was also happiness in him, too. If his soul managed to tether Keroro's feelings, his goal would transfer to him, too. It looked like it already had, thanks to all the times Kululu had talked to Keroro when he was dead.
This means that regardless of Keroro's real feelings, after he eats me they'll change to mine. He'll have to stay with Mois, always making her smile. My goal will be complete. Kululu grinned.
This was exactly what he had wanted. Although it came at the price of his life, his life had always been in danger when around Mois, thanks to her curse. So he was very much willing to give it up.
Natsumi, Giroro, and Tamama stepped out from behind the crates in shock. Everything would end... this Harvest and everything and even Fuyuki and Keroro's evil if Kululu gave up his life?
Natsumi looked at Giroro and Tamama, waiting for them to speak up against it, to do the right thing, but neither of them made a sound. Not even Giroro, who had grown pretty close to Kululu.
Everybody knew the choice was obvious. This Harvest would finally end. And all it took was Kululu's life.
I could have my brother back... The stupid frog would be alive. And all it would take would be Kululu. I don't even care about him, but is this really right...? She knew it was ultimately up to Kululu to decide, but deep down she hoped Keroro ate him and came back.
The moral decision of sacrificing Kululu was an obvious one to all of them. They had seen so many horrors, and so the premise of it ending was way too appealing.
"Take him up on it... Please. We need you, Kululu," Fuyuki begged, wanting his best friend back.
"You're lucky I was going to let him eat me." Kululu shrugged. "But I'm not accepting it for you, this just works with my goals," he said. "So I'm the one you're looking for, then you might as well chomp in—" He was about to walk forward so Keroro could take him, but one person was against this plan.
"No," Angol Mois's voice squeaked out. "Don't." She stood up. "Why is everyone letting Kululu do this? I thought you three..." She pointed to Natsumi, Giroro and Tamama "...were supposed to be the good guys! You're supposed to stop Uncle's resurrection, but you're just letting one person die for the sake of some others. You're completely fine with Kululu dying?" She seemed horrified. "You're supposed to be on his side! He betrayed me and Fuyuki for you!"
"He's fine with it. It fits with his goals," Giroro pointed out. Kululu nodded.
"Mois, it's fine. I'm fine with this," he insisted. "I'll make the Captain into the guy you wanted, someone who would be kind to you, all right?"
Mois shook her head. "Don't do this, Kululu!" She was the only one to refuse it.
"You can't have both of us. The fact is that either Keroro or I will live. Just face the facts," he told her, knowing she was probably just trying to be a good person.
"You will not get in the way. Keroro will resurrect." Fuyuki took some plywood and was about to hit his partner over the head with it to get her out of the way, but she spun around and grabbed his hand.
The two struggled as Mois tried desperately to not hurt Fuyuki, but also to overpower him.
"Arrest her!" Fuyuki yelled to his Nishizawa guards. The Nishizawa guards marched out to attack Mois.
"Do you forget that I have an equal share in this universe? Arrest him!" she ordered to her own guards, fanatic cultists.
They marched out and fought against Fuyuki's guards. The crowd of people fled and the area was covered in bloodshed as the two dictators began to fight, struggling and tackling each other on the stage.
Keroro scratched his arm awkwardly. Should he go for eating Kululu or watch the fun while it lasted?
"Maybe we should evacuate..." Giroro suggested.
"No. This is the end of the war. We have to fight, all or nothing," Natsumi declared. Tamama nodded, agreeing with her.
He could feel the end of this coming.
Fuyuki was pressed up against the floor of the stage. He knew Mois was way stronger than him. If she had turned against him, he couldn't win.
"Keroro!" Fuyuki yelled. "Take Kululu's soul. Destroy Mois if you need to! Eat me to gain strength and then overpower them," Fuyuki volunteered. If Mois had beat him, it would be a matter of minutes until he'd be dead anyway. He might as well die at the hands of his best friend.
"Okay." Keroro didn't mind having to eat Fuyuki. He turned to Fuyuki and approached him and Mois.
"No! Don't, Mr. Sergeant!" Tamama cried. He knew if Fuyuki died, Momoka would cry. And more importantly, the real Mr. Sergeant would, too. He was great friends with Fuyuki and would be horrified if he killed him.
Keroro brushed Tamama off and didn't listen to him. Swallowing his fear, Tamama jumped onto the stage with Keroro. He looked at the face of his former love.
"You've walked this planet long enough. You're dead, Mr. Sergeant. You have to rest," Tamama told him. Keroro's brow raised in surprise.
"Do you plan to attack me? To kill me? I'd like to see you try," Keroro laughed. Tamama didn't shiver. He just stared straight into eyes of the monster that was Keroro.
"You didn't kill me last time. I can hope that I'll survive this encounter, too," said Tamama. With that, he launched himself at Keroro, tackling him to the ground.
Keroro let out a mighty laugh and reached up to Tamama's hat flaps, as if to grab them and snap the small Keronians's head off. He knew he had the power to do such.
He stopped as Tamama stood over him, tears dripping down his cheeks. "I wanted you to live too, you know. Just... not like this. This isn't you. You like silly things, like Gundam and manga. Not murder," Tamama cried. "If you kill me, I'll know that truly my sergeant isn't there. I won't be killed by Keroro... I'll be killed by some sort of demon possessing his body. Mr. Sergeant, if you're in there... Please... Just let this end. Please just rest," Tamama begged. His tears were so heartfelt, so honest that they made Keroro pause for a second.
What were my feelings for him in my final moments? What am I feeling for him? Keroro wondered. He remembered thinking about Tamama during his torture a lot. And unlike Mois, his feelings didn't involve anger. They helped him get through it. He remembered thinking, At least he's safe.
But what did that mean? What were his feelings for him?
He could feel Tamama's pitiful tears drip down onto his own cheeks as if he was crying himself. He couldn't cry for himself, but it was like he was crying.
Tamama's hands wrapped around his neck. So he planned to kill him.
Every instinct in Keroro growled to kill Tamama. To launch Tamama into the sky and just cause him to become a roll of guts from the landing, but he didn't do it. Instead he remained frozen.
There was a little voice in his head. He had heard it called a conscious or something of the real Keroro begging him to not hurt the Private.
And that shocked him. So he didn't fight back as Tamama pitifully cried as he strangled the man he loved.
Keroro's eyes rolled back. He didn't struggle and he abided Tamama's wishes. Tamama let go of his neck, knowing Keroro's life would soon expire. He took out one of Giroro's guns and shot him in the side, for good measure, hopefully letting him finally die.
Keroro knew his life was gone. He closed his eyes. His life would end as it had so many times before.
A memory came to him, feelings rushed him. Memories of his platoon, Fuyuki, and everyone having fun.
"So... that's what I felt for you, Tamama," Keroro realized in his dying moment. "I always wondered..."
"Stop talking. You should be dead," Tamama begged.
"It was love. I love... you..." Keroro collapsed, his mouth opening a little, the demonic spirit slowly floating out of his body that Fuyuki had used to bring him back.
Tamama sobbed into his hands, looking away from his dead love.
Fuyuki struggled out of Mois's grip as soon as he saw Keroro die. "NO!" he cried, rushing up to his friend. "I... I won't let you. I've done so much for you to live. You can't die like this!" There would be no next Harvest. Fuyuki grabbed the small spirit floating away, the demonic energy he had summoned and filled Keroro with.
It was like little fireflies. And although Keroro was dead now, he would resurrect him again. All he needed was the power to destroy the people in his way.
"This Harvest will be the last. And everyone in my way will have to die. I will bring the Sarge back. He's my best friend," Fuyuki declared. Quickly, he swallowed the demonic energy and put it in his own body.
After mere seconds, he started glowing, his eyes becoming the same red shade as Keroro's. He laughed, the monstrous demonic personality now in his body. All he needed was power.
"None of you will stand in my way!" he laughed as he floated in the sky. A beam of black energy materialized in his hands and he blasted the ground where his and Mois's soldiers were fighting.
Giroro and Natsumi navigated the people away they were trying to help escape.
"Wh-what... What has Fuyuki done?" Natsumi asked.
"He's become a monster," Giroro told her.
Natsumi looked at her brother sadly. She understood what he was thinking, though. After dedicating a fair chunk of his life to Keroro, he wasn't just about to let himself lose. Not after, in his mind, he had lost so many people.
He was in denial about the changes to his life. Just like she was about this new future. He wanted to return to how things were. But he and she both couldn't.
There's one thing that I can return to Fuyuki, though. Natsumi realized. One person who might be able to talk Fuyuki out of this.
And that was Momoka. "I have to go, Giroro! I'm going to get Momoka! Don't die, distract him while I'm gone!" she ordered.
Giroro gave her a stiff nod as Natsumi darted away.
After laughing evilly at the sights of all the people below him that he had killed, Fuyuki set his eyes at Kululu, who was still standing around, wondering how Keroro would eat him being dead and all.
"I'll feed you to him myself." Fuyuki flew down, ready to attack Kululu. Mois stopped him, hitting him away with her Lucifer Spear.
"I won't let you take Kululu!" she shouted.
"Why not? Because he's your friend?" Fuyuki mocked, knowing that if she felt that, Kululu would die anyway.
Mois was caught off guard for a moment and sent flying by one of Fuyuki's hits. She coughed and got out of the rubble, ready to fight again. "Giroro, Tamama, take Kululu away from here. I'll fight Fuyuki," she volunteered.
"Mois. I'm really fine with being sacrificed," Kululu told her. "Don't you want Keroro to live?"
"Of course I do! And I'd sacrifice anyone to get him to live."
"See? Ku. So just stop this," he asked her.
"Except you! I'd let anyone die for this Harvest, except you, Kululu!" she declared to him.
Kululu was caught off guard. "Wh-what...? Why?"
"In all these years, you were the only one who stuck by my side, trying to help me honestly. You cared about me so much... You were a great person to me. I can't just let you die."
"With that attitude I'm going to die, anyway, thanks to your curse," he told her. "Ku, ku, ku. So might as well just let things happen and let the Captain come back. I want to bring your smile back, so... just let me do this one last thing for you."
Mois covered her mouth. "Is that why you want to sacrifice yourself to Uncle? So I can smile again?"
"Yep. That innocent one like you used to have." Kululu shrugged. "He should want to do it, too, if my soul tethers him."
Mois tried not to cry. "You make me smile, Kululu! You don't need to get Uncle. Let's just... forget about him. Let's end this."
Kululu smiled. He liked the sentiment, but it was silly. "Don't care about me that much. I really will die," he reminded her.
"No, you won't. I don't think of you as a friend. I... I love you. And it took me an unbelievably long time to realize it, but I want you to live. Not him! I love you, Kululu!" she shouted.
Fuyuki yawned as they talked and elbowed her in the jaw, sending her flying through another few walls. "I don't care. I'm taking Kululu, anyway."
Kululu shook his head, backing away. He cared about himself way too much to let himself die if it wasn't for Mois.
Mois got up again despite her bruises. "You have nothing to do with this Harvest, Kululu. You never did any of the blood sacrifices. This fight has to do with me and Fuyuki. Our souls are the ones tainted by the Harvest. So I'll take him down to hell with me," she said, wielding her spear. She didn't care how strong Fuyuki was now. She'd still destroy him, as the Lord of Terror.
Kululu tried to run to her, but Giroro grabbed his arm. "We have to get to safety," he told him. "She's right that this is between Fuyuki and her."
He dragged Kululu a little bit away.
Natsumi huffed and wheezed as she got into the underground city again. "Momoka," she told the girl standing in front of her. "We need to go."
"I can't face him. I've already told you this," Momoka explained.
"He will die from a demon or something if you don't! Look, I'm afraid of my brother now too, but only together will he listen to us. We need to make things like it was before Keroro died. We need to show Fuyuki there's still happiness in the world for him. He cared about you, Momoka. You need to talk to him," Natsumi begged.
"But... it might not go well," Momoka said.
"He will die if you don't. This will be the end of him. So if you really loved him, you'll go to him," she said.
Momoka set down her teacup. "I... I don't know if me talking to him will help. B-but I will try to convince him to give up whatever demons he has. I won't let Fuyuki die."
Natsumi nodded.
"We'll take my jet," she volunteered. Natsumi smiled. She really hadn't wanted to run all the way back.
Fuyuki held Angol Mois's spear to her throat. He had managed to get it out of her hands, and although he couldn't wield it with its true purpose, it was pointy and that was good enough for him.
"Say good-bye, my loyal doll," he spat. He was about to skewer her, when Natsumi and Momoka arrived in a jet.
"Fuyuki, stop!" Natsumi called to him. "I know you said it was the wrong time to talk, but goddamnit, I'm your older sister and I will choose when we talk. And now is the perfect time."
Fuyuki's eyes became black for a second as he saw his sister. He knew she couldn't be harmed. "You have ten seconds," he told her. He could give her that much. That was the best he could do.
Natsumi nodded, and just helped Momoka out of the jet. Momoka daintily stepped out, and then looked at Fuyuki squarely in the eyes.
Fuyuki took a step back at the sight of his lost love. Was this an illusion that the demon was giving him?
"You're hurting Momoka and me with this, Fuyuki," Natsumi told him. "You have a choice. The stupid frog or us. The stupid frog is dead. But we aren't. We'll return to you, but you have to give up this Harvest."
He pointed at Momoka, his finger shaking. "Sh-she's dead...She can't be here!"
"I-I'm sorry, Fuyuki. We should have talked long ago. I shouldn't have run away. My parents faked my death. Do you really think I would write such a mean letter to you?" Momoka asked, feeling guilty for Fuyuki's sake. She really had been his last sane rock in the universe.
Fuyuki let out a loud cry. Momoka was alive. His sister was awake. He threw down Mois's spear. Keroro was his very best friend in the universe, but he couldn't risk either of their lives again.
He had already seen them both die once. He couldn't fight them. Fuyuki lost his will to fight.
"M-Momoka..." he just cried. "Sis... I-I'm so sorry..." He cried like a child.
"I'm not." A voice that wasn't Fuyuki's erupted from his mouth. He covered his mouth. It was the demon. "If you aren't going to kill everybody, I suppose I'll have to go to that empty husk again. Luckily, thanks to a certain talisman, his soul should be lingering in there."
Fuyuki's eyes widened. The demon he had summoned to resurrect Keroro had a voice. He tried to not let it out, but the demon seeped out of him, anyway.
Natsumi and Momoka watched in horror as it set its eyes on Keroro's dead body once again. Keroro's eyes snapped open.
"Don't... Don't let it back into me!" He should have been dead, but he just expressed horror as it entered him yet again.
Tamama, who was guarding Giroro and Kululu, looked as a beam of light covered Keroro's body and he became a monster yet again. This time, though, there were no remains of the Keroro who he knew and loved. Just a demon.
Keroro grew ten times the size of Natsumi, becoming a huge monster. He laughed, letting out a loud growl. "I don't even care about the pure soul now! I'll eat you all!" he declared.
They all looked in horror.
"Why... Why is the demon still here?" Natsumi asked. "The stupid frog is dead!"
"Kululu's soul might have tethered Keroro's real soul on this plane, but... it's mine and Mois's soul that tethers this demon. Our sin created the Harvest," Fuyuki explained glumly. He knew there was no world where he, Momoka, and Natsumi could be happy. Keroro would kill them all. "Not only that, but at the rate he's going at, the universe won't survive his demonic power... This year, if the Harvest continues to the end of the week, we will use all the power and energy of the universe and the universe will die," he explained.
Natsumi gulped. "So we've got to beat that monster once and for all?"
"You can't. We'll all be dead. But... I'm okay with that. I'll be with the Sarge again, at least in death..." Fuyuki gave a calm smile. He had completely given up.
Natsumi slapped him. "You want to live with Momoka and me, right? Stop talking like that!"
"Fuyuki and I probably deserve this." Mois expressed a little bit of regret at the fact that they would very likely die.
Natsumi sighed. The two of them were useless. She had to deal with this threat herself. She stared at the giant stupid frog and tried to keep her legs from shaking.
He's a demon... But I can no longer afford to be afraid. She thought to herself. She just had to think of it like he was the stupid frog again. It was time for him to get a beating.
She had to just kick and punch him like in the old days. She could do that. She was strong.
Letting out a battle cry before Fuyuki and Momoka could stop her, she charged. "STUPID FROG!"
Fuyuki and Momoka looked at her with shock as she shot forward and started hitting him. Keroro regarded her as a fly, but the memories of the hits flooded his mind.
"N-Natsumi..." He croaked out. The talisman around his neck glowing. Dororo's sacrifice had done something, trapping his soul in there instead of in the afterlife. Keroro's love for Tamama had managed to keep him alive, but the demon was controlling him.
Tamama stopped walking away and looked behind his shoulder to see Natsumi fighting the hardest she could. Giroro loaded some guns to start shooting at Keroro, as well.
Keroro reached down to grab Natsumi. He took her in his hand, about to crush her weak little body.
"Mr. Sergeant! Stop!" Tamama begged. Keroro stopped at Tamama's voice. "Please... I can't bear to see you like this. The man I love like this... Fight back against that nasty demon! Please, for our love!"
Keroro dropped Natsumi, and she landed on the ground to start her attacks again. He froze for a good minute from Tamama's words, letting Natsumi hit him over and over again.
"Wait... Wait a minute... Tamama loves Uncle, too?" Mois was super confused.
Kululu coughed. "Think it might be mutual..." He awkwardly stated.
Mois had never looked more stunned. "So... I did that whole Harvest thing... I did everything for Uncle, when he didn't even like me? There would have been no happy ending for us? I was... so stupid..." She cried in shock at the realization. Kululu pat her on the back.
He knew she'd have to face this eventually.
"Is there anything you can do, Fuyuki?" Momoka asked, clutching his hand. He looked weak, like he was truly grasping all the horrible things he had done finally. "You summoned the demon. Is there anything you can do?"
"I... I might be able to banish the demon back where it came from. But there's a catch," Fuyuki admitted. "I... I'll have to try. Natsumi is doing good, but there's no way she can win. Once he gets impatient, he'll squash her."
He took out some books from a backpack with some occult rituals. "I know you all hate me right now, but please listen to me!" Fuyuki yelled to the others. "We need to surround him, holding hands. Mois and I can speak the words backward that we used to summon the demon, and it should be banished back to hell."
"I'm kind of busy! Can't hold hands now!" Natsumi yelled, stabbing at the monster's foot. "But I'll try."
Fuyuki nodded and looked at Momoka. "I am so sorry. I hope I can make things right."
"I know you will. Deep down, you just wanted to help a friend," she told him. She held his hand and Tamama's in her other. Mois awkwardly joined, handing Fuyuki's hand despite having endured a beating at his hands just a little earlier. Kululu held hers and Giroro's. Natsumi finally completed the chain between Giroro and Tamama.
Fuyuki began chanting words backward, and after a few moments, Mois started picking up on the words and saying them with him.
"Think positive things." He directed the others. They all tried to be positive, and Keroro begin shrinking, back down to his normal size.
The monster in Keroro screamed, and a giant portal appeared behind him. The portal was covered in flames behind him, and like a vacuum cleaner, the demonic spirit inhabiting Keroro's body begin to be sucked out.
Fuyuki continued chanting and Natsumi smiled at him. She was proud of her brother. He had finally started coping with the loss of Keroro, and soon enough, he could reunite with her and Momoka.
She wanted to hug him when this was all done. To talk to him, to try to fix the world he had ruined.
Soon enough, Keroro was collapsed on the ground, face down. But the portal was still open.
Fuyuki unlinked hands. "It's gone," he spoke.
"Then why is it still open?" Giroro asked. Tamama ran over to Keroro.
"He's still breathing!" he yelled, shocked. Everybody crowded around Keroro as he opened his eyes. They were black and solid, unlike his red ones.
"Wh-what...?" Natsumi asked. "But the stupid frog is dead!"
Keroro fingered the talisman around his neck. "It must be this," he weakly told them. "It must have contained my spirit and let me live thanks to all your love. And... Dororo. I don't know how long I'll live, though. A day, a year? I wasn't meant to inhabit this world anymore. I'm dead," he told them.
Tamama hugged him and cried. "I don't care! Even if it's just a day, it's a day more I can spend with you," he cried. Keroro awkwardly hugged him. The past twelve years of murder kind of seemed like a blur to him.
He was incredibly confused.
"No, but seriously, why is that portal still open?" Natsumi asked. It seemed concerning. Fuyuki frowned.
"That... is the catch." He sighed. "It won't close until the real souls behind the Harvest, the real sinful souls, have lived out their crimes in Hell. Mois and I need to repent. It won't close until Mois and I leave." He frowned sadly.
"But... But I thought we were going to live happily!" Momoka cried. "Reunite and be done with this nightmare. Try to fix this ruined world," she cried. Fuyuki brushed his fingers up to her cheeks and kissed her on the lips.
"I'm sorry. But I have eleven years to repent for. I'm... I'm an evil dictator murderer. I need to go to hell," he told her. "I wish I could spend time with you. You and sis, like old times. But I can't bring you with me. Neither of you would last a night there. I know... this place has been in my dreams ever since I started the contract," he explained.
Momoka put her head against Fuyuki's chest and cried. She had wanted to be with him, to finally be happy. And now Fuyuki had told her that wasn't possible.
Natsumi looked at him sadly. "I believe in you," she told him. "We're Hinatas. If I could wake up in twelve years, you can do this," she told him. "We'll talk and repent on this world when you come back."
"I missed you so much, sis," Fuyuki cried. Natsumi hugged him, and they all cried.
Mois looked into the portal. It wasn't that scary. Not as scary as her life had been for twelve years.
"Before I go, there's one thing I want to do," Fuyuki said. "I need to give up my half of the universe to a new leader. A good one."
"I should probably do that too, I suppose," Mois sighed. She had really wanted to keep her half.
"Natsumi. You've proven yourself time and time again. And I can think of no one better than my sister to rule the world," Fuyuki told Natsumi, "Please rule it like it should be ruled." He gave Natsumi half the world like he originally planned.
He knew he couldn't hand it off to Momoka. They would eventually be married, after all, so he would be the ruler again if that was the case.
He turned to Mois.
"Tamama," she said, "You've led the revolution for a good long time. I think it might have been dedicated to beating me or something, but that doesn't matter. You're a true leader! You can have my half, I suppose," she smiled.
"I'm not saying thank you," Tamama glared. Did everyone just forget that she was a murderer? He continued hugging Keroro close.
"I suppose we should go now," Fuyuki told Mois. "Our souls are much too tainted for this world."
Mois nodded.
"Wait." Kululu stopped Mois. "I'm coming with."
"You can't," Fuyuki frowned. "It's a terrible place..."
"It's just hell. And I'll be with Mois, so it'll be fine," Kululu said, holding Mois's hand tightly. "I don't care if you're tainted and repenting from some sin or something. I want to help you work through those issues."
Mois smiled and knelt down to his level. "Will I be the slave this time?" she asked, referring to their relationship.
"No," he told her. "Neither of us will be a slave. You'll be my lover, and I'll be yours."
She made a weird squeeing sound and hugged him.
Fuyuki looked at Mois, wondering if he should talk to her, too. "You know... you've been my doll for a long time," he started. "We understood the loss of the Sarge the most. But that's no longer the case... I don't want you to be my doll anymore. Please, be your own person. Make your own choices. Sarge and I... Well, we are no longer in control of you." He pat her on the head.
She had been his partner for a long time. But that was time to end.
Mois smiled and walked into the portal with Kululu, disappearing.
"Momoka... Sis, I'm sorry," Fuyuki apologized again. "I wish I could stay with you."
"I know. But I know you'll repent. I'll wait for you, forever if it takes that long," she told him, kissing him passionately one last time.
After their long kiss, Fuyuki walked into the portal and disappeared.
And the two terrible dictators had officially vanished, leaving Tamama and Natsumi to rule in their steed.
The world was now theirs and they had to fix all the terrible decisions the two of them made.
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