Originally Kululu was actually going to appear and talk in this chapter. But the chapter was getting too long and I was lazy and when I checked my sister's chapter summary about what was originally going to happen next chapter it was literally the words "I'm so vague for myself." And pretty much nothing.

So I moved Kululu's scenes to the next chapter.

That's what was wrong! Fuyuki was enthusiastic the rest of the week. That's what felt missing, it must have slipped my mind that the sergeant major wasn't around. Fuyuki had always remembered the yellow keronian being part of the sarge's group. But the little creep hadn't been around lately. In fact nobody spoke about him. Fuyuki had just assumed they didn't want to talk about him.

Of course, everybody else was getting sick and tired of hearing Fuyuki talk about this 'sergeant major' and adventures that they had never heard of, least of all been to. Most everybody was healed after their hospital trip now except Angol Mois, who Fuyuki had heard was having trouble leaving her bed.

"The doctors keep trying to pull her out, but she's pretty much chained herself to the pole." Fuyuki remembered Keroro telling him.

Oh well, too bad for her. She just couldn't hear about his excited buzzing about the sergeant major.

Even Momoka was getting tired of it. She didn't know who or what Fuyuki was talking about. Is it another woman? Who is this supposed sergeant major? She thought to herself.

"Fuyuki, slow down." Giroro ordered, while taking a macho bite of a carrot, tearing it off as if it was a hunk of meat. "We really don't care about your adventures to other countries or against alien technology."

Fuyuki looked glum. "I guess that makes sense. I mean you were there for all those adventures."

"I am confused by who you mean though, the 'sergeant major'. I was kind of out of it after you dropped me off in the hospital. Did you meet some new staff member?" Giroro was trying, and making an effort to understand Fuyuki. For Natsumi's sake. He just couldn't translate anything about who the heck this guy was.

Fuyuki looked confused for a moment as he tried to recollect his thoughts. "That guy on the fourth floor." I guess the fourth floor finally makes sense now...Maybe the sarge put the base on the roof instead of in the basement? He used to live under my house, but I guess he lives on top of it now? Doesn't really matter much to me.

Giroro looked horrified and started for a moment. "T-that...That guy on the fourth floor? You...You mean you went up there?" He had been trusted with one noble job and he had failed it. Natsumi had depended on him. Trusted him. And he had betrayed her trust.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Tamama rolled his eyes, annoyed, "Fukki went up to the fourth floor and survived!"

"Ummm...You haven't told that to us at all. As soon as I came back from the doctor's you started being all clingy and affectionate for some odd reason." Keroro corrected.

It seemed like anything important had slipped Tamama's mind in favor of being lovey-dovey with Keroro while Angol Mois wasn't around to ruin it. But he still wanted to take credit for believing himself to be part of the conversation.

"Yep. I went up there." Fuyuki nodded. "It wasn't dangerous though."

"Wait...Wait a minute...There's a guy on the fourth floor?" Koyuki was confused, "You mean like a patient? But...I thought all the patients were in groups down here." She glanced at Dororo for more information.

"W-what? I know nothing about this either." Dororo replied.

"But you've been here longer than me." Koyuki pointed out.

"He hallucinates though. He wouldn't know right from left while he's high. He thinks there are trees indoors." Keroro whispered.

Dororo frowned. Just because he was high most of the time didn't mean he wasn't smart. And it didn't mean they had to not include him in the conversation.

"But...If anybody was asking my opinion," Keroro chimed in, "I also didn't know there was a guy up there. Are you sure, Fuyuki? I mean...That doesn't sound as scary as everybody else is making it out to be. I mean we're all mental patients here. We know we're not scary." Keroro laughed.

Momoka nodded in agreement. "If he was just violent he would have been down here with us. I hate to disbelieve you but even I haven't been told much about the fourth floor. Just to not go up there. Are you sure there was someone up there."

"Positive! And he knew my name because we've known each other! He's part of your platoon. Don't you remember him?" Fuyuki's story just got wilder and wilder.

Everybody sighed except Giroro. Giroro was polishing his forks and knives. Although most of them used chopsticks at the Hinata House for some reason Garuru had insisted that Giroro use different utensils. Even though Garuru had been born and raised Japanese. Rumors went around that Garuru was a bit of a failure and didn't know how to use chopsticks and was trying to get others to stop using them to conceal the fact.

"Actually...There is someone up there..." Giroro sighed, "And he's just as annoyingly dangerous as the rumors go. I can believe 100% that he was responsible for killing Yue. He probably was such a little jerk that Yue was like 'anything is better than this'. That or he manipulated her into doing something incredible stupid. He's pretty good at doing that." Giroro admitted.

"Umm...Anyone is good at manipulating you into doing stupid things." Keroro pointed out.

Giroro glared at him. His eyes said 'Want to die?' Keroro backed off.

"So...The rumors of the danger of the fourth floor were just about this patient?" Koyuki was confused. "He can't be that bad."

Giroro looked like he was deep in thought for a moment. "He's a danger level 10. Obviously the staff is scared of him and he can easily get in your head. But I would say the real horror about him is that he's annoying. He's so annoying that I can believe every word that it's a good idea for us to not be around him. Apparently he's incredibly smart or something and can figure out the easiest way to break you mentally and then kill you. And he doesn't even do it for a reason. It's just fun for him, like he's entertaining himself in this place by making us all his play things."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he knew everything that was going on in this place even though he's locked away. I think he fashions himself the king of here, controlling us and puppeteering us as he pleases. That's why he has to be locked away." Giroro explained. "He's...He's killed a lot more people here than anyone else. Even when he's locked up he's still able to kill. And if you survive an encounter talking to him, it's because he wants something out of you. Like for you to be his plaything, his entertainment. He wants any progress you made to just disappear in a flash. He likes to bring down others."

Everybody listened to Giroro's mysterious words. Although they hadn't really been afraid of this patient before, they got more and more afraid. If Giroro seemed unnerved by him it had to be true.

"Wait...Wait a minute...How do you know him?" Keroro accused Giroro. Giroro seemed to know a lot about him.

"I..." Giroro hid his face in shame. "Had group therapy with him a few years back. They thought it would be helpful if he had some social interaction and since I was the patient who made the least progress in this place and was pretty dangerous myself I was the sacrifice. Needless to say our therapist mysteriously 'died' and it didn't end well." Giroro sighed. "That's a month of my life that I would like back. He just got creepier and creepier and scarier each day."

"What did he do specifically?" Dororo prodded for more details.

Giroro blushed, ashamed. He didn't want to tell them all the stupid things that he had blown up over and all the times he had been told 'they'll let you out of this place if you run around in only your underwear' and for some reason believed it. He was an idiot back then. He hoped he had grown. "Uhh...Nothing important."

He hated that little jerk more than anything.

"What's important is that Fuyuki doesn't go back up there. You don't have the appeal I had. The quick and useful temper. He'll grow bored of you and then you'll be dead. Not only him, but...It's dangerous up there." Giroro didn't get into other details. He put his hand on Fuyuki's shoulder.

Fuyuki saw terror flicker in Giroro's eyes and he didn't know why.

"Promise me you won't go up there again? And promise me you won't tell anyone you went there?" Giroro requested.

Fuyuki sighed. "Okay...Fine..." Even he remembered the adrenaline rush of nervousness and terror at seeing the sergeant major.

"Giroro...? There's one thing I don't understand about your story." Koyuki admitted.

Giroro glanced over.

"How did you get out of therapy with him? You obviously don't do it now." Koyuki pointed out.

"He got me chained up in my bed for a week." Giroro confessed. "He...He drove me into such a large blow up that I caused massive damage to the therapy room. I was punished severely and the staff had to monitor me and chain me up. Apparently...Apparently I almost let him out into the world. He almost escaped."

There was silence. What would the world be like if that creep was out there?

"So he was using you the entire time." Keroro realized. "He found your anger as something he could turn on and use to make an escape." As a massive manipulator himself he realized now how dangerous the patient on floor four was if he could read people like that and slowly over a month's time chip away at them with only hours and hours of lonesome time to plan for the perfect strategy of escape.

There wasn't a patient up there. There was a monster.

"What's his name? I mean he's obviously not the sergeant major." Tamama laughed.

"Kululu. But just saying it leaves a bad taste in my mouth." Giroro shuddered. The bad taste was mouthwash. He didn't know how Kululu had manipulated someone from the staff to switch his mouthwash with shoe polish but he had. Sometimes Giroro suspected that Kululu liked to check up on him if he was doing all right. Then he liked to destroy that.

They nodded and ended the conversation there. That was one mystery solved.

Although Fuyuki didn't tell anyone about how he had been on floor four, the staff found out. After all Kululu's room was constantly monitored by security cameras.

And they were both furious and concerned.

"Are you all right?" They nervously chattered around Fuyuki.

"Never ever go up there again."

"You won't sue, right? Right? What did you see? What are your thoughts. I think we'll have to have you in therapy the whole day to repair you." Others asked.

They all crowded around Fuyuki. And Fuyuki wasn't sure why. Was everybody really that concerned that the sergeant major would kill him or something?
Oh wait, he could believe that.

"You." They finally pointed at Garuru accusingly. "You gave him the elevator key! And with the Yue issue so recent."

Garuru paled. His hands started shaking. He realized as he looked at Fuyuki's unwitting and optimistic face that Fuyuki was not responsible, and he should have never ever put Fuyuki in that position.

He recalled scolded Sai about making mistakes. He had refereed to it as 'for the people who made mistakes' like he didn't make them.

He had believed he was better than the rules. Just like Sai did. And Fuyuki could have ended up dead because of him.

"I'm..." What could he say? Sorry? He couldn't apologize to Fuyuki for something like this. The damage was over and done with. Just like Giroro. Just like I can't apologize to Giroro.

"You didn't follow protocol." Garuru's boss scolded him. "When your brother is involved it's like all thought flies out of your head. Perhaps you shouldn't be so involved with the therapists and staff who manage Giroro's case."

Garuru's face drained of color. The whole reason he had become a therapist was so he could help Giroro's case even better. Be closer to his brother. Although his time with Giroro was limited thanks to his job, he did try to visit him more than normal visits were allowed, to talk to him during meals and rise up in the ranks so he could find the best therapists and staff for him and command them. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Garuru replied. Weak, unimportant lines. He had messed up.

"Of course it won't happen again." Garuru's boss told him, "Because if you don't treat all patients the same, don't give Giroro certain privilege over the others, you will be fired." The words were cold.

Garuru tried not to show fear, or worry. "You need me. I'm the only staff member who has survived this long with...him. You have me pretty much as the only staff member having direct contact with patient Jaune." He refereed to the patient by their last name, but he was obviously referring to the monster on the fourth floor.

Garuru must have been Kululu's primary caretaker.

"We'll start training a replacement just in case the need arises then." The boss said simply. "Remember, you are my employee. You do not hold a higher authority than me." He didn't take kindly to Garuru implying that he was needed, that he was not replaceable.

Garuru grit his teeth but a smile shined. "They won't survive the week."

Fuyuki had to pity whoever was being assigned to look after Kululu.

"You? This has to be a joke." Garuru looked at who would take up the duty of seeing if they could handle looking after Kululu

"I heard about the trouble you got in." Sai's voice was sweet, "I'm sorry. I know I made the same mistake as you, but I of all people will know not to judge you. I'm just glad Fuyuki's okay." Her words were a lot kinder than anyone else's and considering that Garuru had chewed her out the worst it was surprising.

It was like she was forgiving him and being the better person.

Garuru grunted for a moment and nodded. He might not have liked Sai's therapy techniques or believed in them at all but she was a good person. "Good luck." He offered his hand as if he was giving her a farewell handshake. "You'll need it."

"No patient is hopeless." Sai said optimistically. "I'll get through to him."

And with that she marched into the den of the monster. The room on the fourth floor.

She had heard stories about the fourth floor patient, but if anybody could change someone it was her.

She believed in herself. And she believed that her time with Kululu would be worthwhile. There was nothing about this she was afraid of.

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