Kururu watched the scene in his lab and grumbled. Well, it was about time Giroro and Natsumi got together, same goes for Dororo and Koyuki. Oh, drama, drama, drama, he thought. How pathetic.

He overheard Keroro and Tamama spending some quality time together. Gross, he thought. Fuyuki was having a sleepover with Momoka – and this time, it was actually going well; Fuyuki never got lost anymore. Kururu laughed, but somehow it wasn't full of mockery. A single bead of sweat formed next to his spiralled glasses.

"Tch, what's going on with me lately?" he hissed to himself. He was meant to make fun of these couples, to prank them into thinking one of them did it. Yet, why did he feel so lonely?

For frog's sake, he's Kururu - he's that egotistical, insensitive, devious, sadistic, seemingly emotionless yellow demon and a self-proclaimed badass! Why would someone like him feel lonely? Since the invasion of the Garuru Platoon, he was so close to admitting how much he had soften up during his days living in Pekopon. Was he finally softening up? Hell no. He won't admit it. His fists clenched just thinking about it. It pissed him off. No one can ever open his heart. No one can break him. No one.

Wait, there is someone!

She's tall, 'dark' - being the King of Terror, yet her soul was pure, innocent, full of kindness. There was something about her that attracted him so bad it made him cower in fear. Sure he has a healthy fear of her, but maybe there were deeper elucidations to that. Maybe it's not just his fear of showing that disgusting attribute known as kindness, maybe it was something deeper.

"Tch, shut up, Narrator," Kururu growled.

What? It's the truth.

"Me… love her? Impossible. I don't need her," he ranted lowly, his body shuddering. "I don't need love. I hate love! In fact, I loathe it. Heh, No one loves me anyway, and I don't give a frog about that. I… don't… need-"

Suddenly, every screen on his supercomputer revealed every couple with everyone he ever knew, well almost everyone, having their fair share of alone-time together. Earlier today he read postcards from the platoon's family members talking about their anniversaries or newfound relationships. He wanted to burn them to the ground. Luckily, they weren't necessarily for him. Even his family hated him, so no wonder he didn't receive any mail from them. Seeing all these disgusting scenarios, he finally gave in and shut down the entire system.

"ENOUGH!" he gritted his teeth and clutched the sides of his head. Curse him, curse him for feeling so weak. It was advantageous; his lab was his haven. If he somehow opened up, he would vent it all out alone in his lab so no one would listen. No one would laugh, no one would care. When he felt lonely, he would punish himself through isolation. He would sniff, but not cry. He would tremble, but not hug himself for being so cold-hearted. This time was different. He had been strong for too long. He coughed out a few sobs, which echoed throughout the room. Moments later, he heard the doors burst open. Crap, did he forget to lock the door!?

"Get out!" he shouted, not turning from his seat.

"Um… Kururu?"

Mois? His heart skipped a beat – wait, when did it ever do that!? All these years he was always in control of his emotions. Why was this time, this night, so different?

"Shouldn't you be claiming Keroro's lips right about now? Ku, ku, ku," he spoke almost normally, but his laugh sounded a bit off to her. He always knew she liked Keroro, even thinking it was a bit incestual of her since she always calls him "Uncle".

"Well, I—"

"Then get out," he said again. This time, out of nowhere, various weapons popped up and aimed closely at her.

Mois looked to the ground, not even caring about what was in front of her. "I… I just want to talk. Everyone I know isn't around for me to talk to."

"Keroro's right around the corner. Go talk to him."

"I don't want to talk to Uncle right now. He's with Tamama now. And I think it would be bothersome if I stepped in. You could say, third-wheeling a relationship?"

"Tch." Kururu mumbled. From behind, Mois saw Kururu's hand pop out from the chair with a phone. "Call Saburo, he might be able to help."

Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he cursed himself for trying to push her away.

"I don't want to talk to him. We're not even friends."

"Then by all means befriend him and leave me alone."

"But… I like hanging out with you more," Mois persuaded. "Can I please stay?"

Within minutes, all the weapons in the room retracted and the door closed behind her. Dammit, Kururu, what the frog are you doing!? Get her out of here!

"You know, I have been planning to give roses to everyone today," she said, trying to change the subject. Kururu could felt a sense of sadness coming from the girl.

"I wanted to give this to Uncle, but—"

Kururu growled. "So, you came here to tell me I'm a second choice? That's low coming from you. Ku, ku, ku, ku…"

"That's not what I…"

"And let me guess, how many roses did you receive for you daily display of kindness? A dozen? None? Either one, I expected that from someone like you." His conscience grew, only to slap him harder and harder from every word.

"None…. But that doesn't matter, right? You could say, it's better to give than receive?" The girl placed the rose on his desk, but dared not to look at him. She simply placed it there and walked further away. Before she could exit the lab, she heard a faint whisper, and a pair of feet tapping on the ground.

"Why…"

"Hm?"

"Why are you being so kind to me? I don't deserve that! I deserve your fear, your hatred, your mockery – not kindness! Do you know what you're doing to me!?" The Sergeant Major finally revealed himself to her. He was crying. She made him cry – not intentionally of course like that time she wasn't herself – she actually broke him! If the entire platoon found out, he would never hear the end of it. "I hate you for doing this to me! For making me so… so…" he sobbed bitterly.

"Kururu…" Mois whimpered. Knowing her knees grew week, she knelt across from him and stared at her lap. "Uncle… Uncle never really loved me. A while ago, he and Tamama started going out and I… I felt lost so I came to see you."

"Nyo?" Kururu flinched.

"I didn't just give you that rose because you were on my mind. I gave you that rose because even someone like you deserves one. I know you barely received any gifts for all your hard work so I thought I'd pick one for you anyway. You could say, I care about you," the Angol raised her head and shot a sad smile at the yellow demon. Kururu found it hard to believe what he had heard.

"I know no one really loves me and I don't want anyone else to feel what I felt. You were the first that came into my mind and I thought I'd give you that rose… to let you know you're loved by someone at least. That's all." And with that, Mois buried her face in her hands choked a few sobs, a sudden wave of tears splashing on the cold, hard floor. She was a good five feet away from Kururu, who stood just in front of his offline computer.

Kururu sighed speechlessly. He lowered his head to the ground.

"You're wrong, you know," he muttered under his breath. Mois didn't remove her tear-stricken face from her hands, but her sobs softened. "Let me ask you again: Do you know what you're doing to me?"

Mois still refrained from looking at him and shook her head.

"Tch," Kururu spat. "How stupid are you? Always keeping your eyes on him. You piss me off! Everyone knows he'll never love you. But that's beside the point; do you know how much you changed me?! I can't stand being around you. Yet… why is it when you're not around I feel so… unfocused? For once, I don't get it all! And you know how I am when I don't get something. You of all people would know. Ku, ku, ku…" he said darkly.

Mois said nothing and kept her face buried. Unknown to her, Kururu picked up the rose and heard his little footsteps inching towards her.

"And furthermore, I find it impossible for anyone to not have those sorts of feelings about you," he said as he now stood inches away from her.

"But Uncle doesn't-"

"I'm not talking about him," Kururu interjected sternly. But for once, and he'll never EVER display this to anyone, his expression softened. He knelt on one knee so he was now at her lowered level. "Besides…"

Mois felt the short distance between them, as well as a soft, white petal brushing against her knee, which prompted her to finally look up. There and then she had seen an extremely rare sight: in front of Kururu was the same white rose she gave him not long ago. Did he pick one for her as well? No, it was hers. Her heart fell at the thought of him rejecting her gift. She's had enough rejections for one night. That is, until she heard him speak,

"You deserve this more than I do."

The Angol's reddened cheeks only intensified. He wasn't rejecting her gift, he was returning it. It didn't feel like the same rose she gave when she first walked in the lab; somehow it carried a message in it – Kururu's message. It wasn't just her gift to him, it was now his gift to her. After slowly taking the rose, Kururu stood up and turned his back against her, with his hands behind it.

"You better cherish that from now on. Don't expect me to replace that with a new one. Ku, ku, ku, ku," he said. His laughter was now beginning to range normally again. Her heart thumped wildly and a grin formed on her lips. Kururu really does like her! There were more things to fear about Mois that Kururu would never admit, one of those being the fear of hope – hope that he will finally open his heart… but only to her – and ultimately blasting everyone (even his platoon) into a non-existent void. In other words, it was his fear of falling in love – yes, he is still disgusted or disturbed by that sort of thing. All of a sudden, Mois grabbed Kururu from behind and pulled him to her chest.

"Thank you, Kururu! You could say, a heartfelt confession?" she cried out happily.

Kururu flinched and began to sweat anxiously. Thank goodness his platoon wasn't around to see him look so vulnerable in front of the King of Terror. Even Aki didn't matter anymore, he only liked her for her bodacious appearance. Mois wasn't like Aki, but somewhere lying within Kururu's conscience, she's still perfect to him.

"Tch… you don't need me to tell you something you already know," Kururu hissed embarrassedly.

"Eh, but I want to hear it!" Mois complained innocently. Of course he loves her. She just wants him to say the word 'love', or something along that line. Kururu tensed up slightly.

"Fine." He turned around, while she was still hugging him, and sealed the gap between them with a firm kiss. Mois was taken by surprise and her arms loosened to the point where she was no longer hugging him. It was unusual of Kururu to initiate such a gesture to anyone – especially her. Before she could kiss back, he immediately broke apart. It was clear enough that he was also blushing. They both were.

"I-I thought you were going to say it," Mois stammered in shock.

Kururu turned his head slightly and blushed harder. "I just did. You got a problem with that? Ku, ku, ku—eh," he flinched suddenly as he felt a pair of lips peck his cheek. He reluctantly met Mois' gaze once more. She flashed that same cute smile, that sent him waves of goosebumps all over his body, and held him close again. Mois giggled at his reaction.

"Not at all."

Okay, so I was very tempted to add another oneshot. I was going to post a separate story about this couple, but putting this as a second chapter/oneshot following the first seemed fitting. Overall I wish I wrote it better. I apologize if Kururu sounds a bit OOC but I tried to keep his shady character. I'm still keeping it in the Hurt/Comfort genre, just to keep things consistent. Like GiroNatsu, this is my first attempt at writing KuruMois. I was also inspired by a fellow user of DeviantArt, Sunriseoflove, who mentioned the hints where Kururu actually cared about Mois so it really helped with the making of this chapter without having to worry about Kururu being out of character. Thanks again for the reference!

This is definitely the last chapter for the story. I added a few ships because why not? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story overall and don't forget to leave a review! TSMF, out!