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When looking at the chapter summary I was like "What boring thing happens this chapter?" And then I saw it...The beacon of hope that marks all my stories as mine. Kurumois.
Because I promise you, even in this story that will be a thing. Because now that my sister is kind of gone from the creative process she can't stop me from filling this story to the brim with shipping fuel!
Mwahahaha!
Angol Mois wasn't really that sick. She just wanted to sleep. But eventually fifteen staff members were able to haul her out of bed. She ripped at the hospital sheets as they forced her back down to the first floor.
"Welcome back, Mois!" Keroro eagerly smiled at her return. It was hard to do his emotional health forms on his own.
"Mr. Keroro! It's good to be back." Although with Fuyuki's stories she had developed the habit of calling him 'Uncle' like she had in his stories, being away for a week had made the habit drop. Not just that but she didn't see Fuyuki much anymore either since she was always hiding out and doing better things.
It wasn't that she didn't like him, it was just that she didn't feel a strong sense of friendship from him. He wasn't really her true friend. He just liked talking to her because he thought she believed him. But she knew their stories didn't match up. She knew that Keroro wasn't an alien.
"Ugh...Why couldn't you go to the fourth floor instead of Fuyuki?" Tamama groaned, holding onto Keroro's arm.
A staff member in the back tried to pry Tamama off with a pole. It didn't do much good. That staff member must have become used to his job.
"Fuyuki went to the fourth floor?" Mois asked, a bit out of the loop. There was something unsettling about that information that flickered on her face. It wasn't fear or concern for Fuyuki though. Instead it was this odd mixture of jealousy. I thought I was the only one who went up there and survived. I thought that place was my secret place.
Fuyuki nodded in the background. "And I saw the sergeant Major too! But I promised Giroro I wouldn't go up there again. I don't really want to." Fuyuki laughed nervously.
Mois frowned. "Sergeant Major?"
"Kululu. He's a patient up there. Sorry that you're a bit out of the loop today, Mois." Koyuki explained to her.
"That's what you get for sleeping away your week, woman!" Tamama teased.
Mois didn't really reply. Whatever surprise was supposed to be registered on her face made everybody disappointed because she just said a casual, "Oh that makes sense. Fuyuki does like nicknames."
They sighed that she didn't contribute any more to their speculations and conversation.
They saw Angol Mois less than normal that day. In fact she had been sleeping more than usual going missing and hiding away.
What they didn't know was that she had somehow managed to find a route to the fourth floor, as weird and random as she was.
She opened the door to the room with the danger signs and with the man in the mask locked up in there.
Immediately once the person saw her they started writhing around struggling.
"Oh! You want the mask off, don't you?" Angol Mois smiled. She casually walked closer and unhooked Kululu's mask, dropping it to the floor. She had memorized his schedule and he should have been on one of his empty time slots or 'breaks'. This risked her less of running into a therapist.
"I'd hope you wouldn't come back. Every day I think to myself 'maybe you won't come back' a hopeful idea of course, but hope is sometimes the only thing someone has. But every time you come back." Kululu sighed. "ku." His laugh was sad and resigned.
Angol Mois ignored him. "What's new with you?"
Kululu didn't know if he should reply. Feeding information just made her worse. More peppy, more chattery. And unlike Sai there was no way to read Angol Mois. She was a weird oddity that Kululu had never expected. Someone to come into his room, not be afraid of him, and do...of all things, stare at him? She also was much too chipper making such an honest and genuine effort to form something that she called 'friendship' that it scared him.
He didn't know what she was, but if there was one reason to stay in his room it was because on the first floor Angol Mois obviously resided. It was best to stay away from something as unreadable and unpredictable as her. She messed up everything in his plans and his demeanor.
"A new therapist started working with me." Kululu finally admitted. "Ever heard of a woman named Sai Uru?"
Angol Mois scrunched her nose. "She's the worst. I don't know what I dislike the most, her sock puppets or her singing."
Kululu raised an eyebrow. So Mois had her too? Maybe this odd girl will finally have some uses so I can gather some information. He was about to ask something when Mois pulled out a tea set.
"Where'd you get that?" Kululu was so confused.
"Kitchen. I was sleeping in a cupboard..."
Okay...Kululu didn't know where this was going.
"When I found a tea set and tea! The chefs eventually caught me but I thought, 'you know what Kululu would like? A tea party." She was chipper.
"Please, gods no. What did I do to deserve this?" Kululu asked desperately.
Mois didn't listen to his always bitter words. Over the weeks she had grown used to his attitude. In a way he was a lot easier to read than her. Nothing about him was rather unexpected or unpredictable.
Although Kululu was constantly unnerved by her presence there, Mois knew deep down that neither of them wanted her to stop visiting. Being near him and having a friend in her life really made Angol Mois more motivated to do more than sleep, even if her friend was rather...difficult to talk to at times. And Mois knew that Kululu no matter how much he denied it, enjoyed her presence. It made him less bored to have someone visit him and he hadn't ever made the effort to get her to stop.
"Do you want me to help you sip it?" Mois wasn't strong enough to release him from his jacket. It was pretty tight so she couldn't give him arms, but she could bring things up to his face.
"I'll probably spit it in your face. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu mocked. Angol Mois ignored him. She knew he acted like this to probably everybody.
She tilted the teacup up to his lips and let him drink it. As she expected he didn't spit it out all over her. It was one of the small little signs he showed that he wanted her to keep visiting.
She smiled and continued their 'tea party.'
"I would have rather had curry, you know. If you're stealing anything steal some curry and bring it up here." Kululu finally requested. "I haven't had that in forever."
"I'll make a note of it." She smiled, pulling at a bag that she had brought with her to Kululu's room for supplies that she could use so they could both be entertained.
She pulled out a fairy tale book that she enjoyed reading to Kululu. Kululu really did groan this time.
"My mind is the mind of a super genius. Please no more rotting it with your sappy romance stories and really unrealistic princes?" Kululu begged. "I'm already here instead of learning and experimenting. Isn't that enough danger to my poor brain? I'm pretty sure if you read to it everyday it would destroy it worse than a lobotomy!"
Angol Mois giggled. "I don't think that's true. And I enjoy reading to you!" She didn't listen to his complaints.
Before she flipped open the book she had a question to ask though. A confused one, "Did...Did Fuyuki come up here recently?"
"Oh. The Hinata boy. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu wickedly laughed. "I forgot that he's in your group, isn't he? What? Going to warn me not to hurt him?" Kululu finally got a chance to be himself- dangerous and threatening.
"No. I was just curious why you let him live. I thought you boasted about how everybody who visits you is killed." Angol Mois pointed out.
"Well," Kululu sighed, "Unfortunately you broke that rule. Instead you were like 'oh, Kululu! Sure you can try.' and then you sat there and...ugh...Stared at me! I couldn't chase you off, so clearly I can't get around to killing everyone, although I'm sure it's on my bucket list."
Angol Mois didn't ask for reassurance that Kululu wouldn't kill her. That was one of the things he hated about her. She just trusted him enough to not even think it an option, that or she wasn't disturbed about it in the slightest. He remembered reading in her file that she had killed before too so she was probably used to it.
"Well, we've procrastinated on fairy tales long enough! Time to hear about some romantic stories!" Angol Mois smiled.
Kululu screamed.
"She's...Back again..." Garuru sighed. He was watching the security cameras on Kululu's supervised break.
He didn't know how Angol Mois was getting up there or in Kululu's room, nor why she was frightened, and to be a little honest he was completely fine with her being there because it bothered Kululu, but it was still going against protocol.
By all logic she wasn't allowed in there. Yet here she was having a friendly chat and a tea party with of all people, Kululu.
He sighed. He had to put a stop to this before Kululu decided it was time to kill the poor girl. He was probably just trying to figure out how she acted and thought so he could best manipulate her.
The doors opened and Garuru walked in.
Angol Mois frowned. "But I was almost at the part where beauty confesses she loves the beast and the beast turns into a handsome prince."
"There's never been a time that I have been more happy to see you." Kululu was in emotional distress as he looked at Garuru. Oddly enough he looked at Mois when she wasn't looking as if he was teasing her, not in his frightening sort of way, but just like a normal child teasing someone. Albeit a petty normal child. But a normal child indeed.
"Out." Garuru ordered Angol Mois. "You aren't allowed to be up here. And more importantly." He grabbed her arm roughly. "It's dangerous for you. He could kill you at any moment. If he's acting different, trust me when I say that he's just using you."
Angol Mois frowned. "You're just afraid because you can't relate." She was obviously talking about how she was also of a high danger level, "And if I thought I was in danger I wouldn't be here."
"Patient Mois, you haven't ever been the best at judging, well...the correctness of reality or the atmosphere. You get yourself in all sorts of trouble." Garuru frowned.
"Ku. Please feel free to throw patient confidentiality out of the window and talk directly in front of me. No please I enjoy it." Kululu teased.
Garuru dragged Angol Mois outside and slammed the door shut. "I'm just telling you, it's within your best interests to not come up here. I know what you're going through, he promises something to everyone, figures out what they want and then manipulates it to his best advantage. He's done that with me, to countless people before me."
Angol Mois looked up at Garuru for a moment, stopping struggling. "But he didn't promise me anything."
"Then what is it you want from him?" Garuru asked.
"A friend." She said honestly.
Garuru sighed and realized that Angol Mois's issues were a lot deeper than he gave her credit for if she was fishing for friends on the fourth floor. The therapists were really failing her below.
He pat her head, almost gently in a sort of understanding way as he looked up at her sad look. "You...Won't find that up here, Miss. He isn't capable of those emotions."
"That's what they said to me back at the other institution!" Mois said desperately not even mentioning Keron by name. "And look at me now, wanting friends, trying to make connections...So they were wrong about me, so you must be wrong about him!"
Garuru sighed. She really was desperate. The problem was that she related to Kululu a bit too much. He patted her head again.
"You have all of group A. My brother who's a good person, Dororo, Keroro, Koyuki. They're all there for you. Fuyuki too is kind. If Tamama is bothering you that much I can make a referral and switch him to another group..." Garuru suggested.
"It's not about that." Angol Mois said softly. "I want to be friends with Kululu."
Garuru shook his head. "Why him of all the people you could choose?"
"Because he's just as lonely as me." Angol Mois explained.
Garuru helped her to the elevator. "Perhaps...If I can get my supervisor to agree to letting me supervise the two of you...You can have another odd tea party."
Angol Mois smiled. That perhaps was enough. She turned around and let Garuru help her down the elevator.
Garuru felt terrible. He knew it was likely that he could let Angol Mois in to see Kululu for some sort of 'social integration' if he worded things right. Especially since she didn't have any relatives they could locate looking for her nobody would sue if she died. But that was the problem. Garuru knew Kululu and Garuru knew that she would definitely die.
He had no idea that Kululu's plans for Mois were far from the opposite and Angol Mois's words were actually close to the truth. She was too pure and genuine for him to kill, and she was something that secretly...he might not mind if it became a constant boring part of his schedule. He hated constants, but he wouldn't mind this one.
It was finally time for Yanda to be freed and rejoin the rest of group B. But he had had enough. During his time simmering in his room in anger, he had realized how screwed he really was.
His friend, Yue had died. He had been locked up for a month and his parents didn't ever think he'd get better.
There was only one thing he could think about and strive to do, only one little bit of control he had in his life. And control was something Yanda desperately wanted.
And that thing he could strive for and hope was that group A would get their just deserts. He knew they didn't really have anything to do with his problems – the fourth floor did, but he had been sent away from Yue because Fuyuki hadn't been blamed for the fire in his room.
So in an odd way in his head it was all Fuyuki's fault. Everything bad that happened to him must have been Fuyuki's fault.
Once and for all it's time to end this. To end Fuyuki. He's the last weakling and thing I can control. Yanda decided.
He wasn't very good at control. He was just muscle, not brain. But for what he had in mind for Fuyuki, he didn't need brain.
Fuyuki would be dead, and he would take his chosen place in group A. And then of course all the problems of the Hinata house would be fixed for him because he would get their priveledges.
It was time to strike.
Please review. Mostly Angol Mois and Kululu were in this chapter but it ended with a bit of Yanda. I just have to wrap up that plot next chapter.