Another chapter of this thing. I think the original plan was 23 chapter?

It was time to attack. Dororo grinned to himself as he saw Keroro and Tamama playing together in the sand while their humans, named Fuyuki and Momoka kissed over in a corner.

Dororo jumped down in front of them. No more chances Keroro.

This would be the end of sergeant Keroro. Or better yet, sergeant Kemomo. For some reason Dororo couldn't remember his name.

Keroro glanced up from his gundam models and his eyes widened when he saw Dororo. "It's the blue guy!"

"What was his name again? Zabubu?" Tamama asked, "Oh well. Ummm...I guess you found us." He put his arm around Keroro possessively. He would have been fine if the other members of the platoon had never found them.

Dororo hissed, "Ninja art, binding chains!" He yelled. Before Keroro, or Tamama could stop him, chains of vines rose from the ground and bound them.

"Zeroro! What are you doing?" Keroro asked, "We were looking for you, we were worried about you!" Now that it was a dangerous situation he finally remembered his name.

"Zeroro?" Dororo laughed, "That isn't me."

"Oh. I got it wrong again?" Keroro wasn't surprised.

"I changed my name to Dororo while you abandoned me. I'm Dororo now, sergeant Kebubu." Dororo hissed.

"Keroro. My name is exactly the same as our planet's." Keroro corrected. He didn't see that Dororo was mocking him. "Never mind that. Just come over here for a hug. It's been what, six months? Geez, I'm so happy you're alive."

Keroro's words were genuine. But Dororo didn't care.

"Funny, you didn't seem all that worried while I stalked you. You've been a horrible platoon leader content to not look for any of your other members." Dororo hissed.

Keroro recoiled feeling guilty. He couldn't physically look for them. He was a prisoner.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Keroro said quietly. These days he was used to apologizing for his mistakes. "At least you found me though. Are you a pet of some pekoponian as well?"

Dororo thought for a moment. "No. I love this planet. It would never keep me as it's prisoner. Lady Koyuki sees me as much more than a pet. I am hers."

Keroro looked uncomfortable like Dororo was probably just a pet. "Well, I'm glad we've been reunited. Now we can be a platoon again!"

Dororo got his sword out. "I will never ever be a platoon with you again. You think you can just brush off all the mistakes you made?"

Keroro started shivering. Was Dororo going to attack him, "Zero, Dororo, you wouldn't harm me, would you?" Keroro was sweating.

Dororo smiled. It was the first time Keroro had ever seen his smile. "I'm an assassin. What do you think?"

"But you're my friend! One of my best friends!" Keroro declared. The declaration of friendship and friendship speech did nothing to sway Dororo even if it usually did.

Dororo continued marching forward, slowly with his sword out. "And have you ever treated me like a friend? I bet there's tons of secrets that you've kept from me about terrible things you've done."

Keroro shivered for another moment. "I...I didn't mean it. It was just a music box! I'm sorry!"

That stopped Dororo for a moment. "M-music box...? You can't mean...You were the one to break it?"

"I'm sorry!" Keroro yelled. His loud wailing and screeching finally got Momoka and Fuyuki to stop making out and turning to see the imprisoned Keroro and Tamama.

"Did...Did we always have three keronians?" Fuyuki asked.

"There are three?" Even Momoka couldn't really see Dororo. His presence didn't stand out.

Fuyuki shrugged and went back to kissing Momoka.

Dororo's eyes became watery for multiple reasons. He had been forgotten about and ignored again- he couldn't even be a great villain, and his music box had been broken by his supposed friend instead of his brother even though he had blamed him.

Dororo sobbed for a moment.

"He's pathetic." Tamama hissed, "I guess there really was no threat."

Keroro sighed. Dororo was crying in a puddle instead of being all scary. He was always like this.

Dororo bounced back quickly. He wouldn't let Keroro get away with just doing what he liked to him!

"No. I have to take revenge. I have to get rid of the last threat of the Keroro Platoon." Dororo got up with great effort. "Kululu's probably dead, Giroro is likely imprisoned, you're the last loose cannon Keroro."

Keroro started sweating. "Wait...What happened to Giroro and Kululu?"

Dororo didn't answer. Instead he gave another smirk. As Keroro tried to struggle against the vines, he leaned forward.

And he gave Keroro a quick smooch on the lips.

"NOOO! THAT'S THE WORST! HOW DARE YOU?" Tamama managed to break out of his vines to attack Dororo. Dororo had dared kiss Keroro before Tamama had the chance.

Keroro looked shocked for a moment, until his head started to loll.

"Oh, don't misinterpret. I wasn't interested in him." Dororo smiled, "My lipstick is poison. He'll die by the end of the day. It will be painful. I can't wait."

He then jumped away as Tamama tried to throw a punch.

"I'll come back to claim his face tomorrow. Good bye, Tamama." Dororo smirked and left.

Tamama looked at Keroro worriedly with dread. He'll die? "Mr...Mr. Sergeant? Are you okay?"

Keroro didn't answer, instead he just made a strangled gasp sound. Tamama hugged him. "I'll save you! I promise!"

He wouldn't let Dororo get away with this. He knew he was jealous, but he cared so much more about Keroro's life than his jealousy.

Tamama dragged Keroro to the ground of the Nishizawa mansion. Momoka and Fuyuki had finally become wise to what had happened and there had been another alien in the vicinity.

"I can't believe we didn't notice and he got past my security!" Momoka tore at some papers.

Fuyuki nodded. "I should have done something. This is why I hate aliens." He hissed, "They only pose interesting research material."

Tamama cried over Keroro's weakening body. Fuyuki knelt down next to him to inspect Keroro. He didn't like aliens, but Keroro...Keroro felt different.

He's come back for me on multiple occasions. It's like he actually cares about me. Fuyuki thought to himself. Could an alien and a human boy really be friends? No, it felt preposterous. But as he grabbed Keroro's weakening hand to check his pulse he felt something that he only ever felt for his father.

Caring. He didn't want Keroro to be hurt. His goofy little smile and bouncy rubber like body had won Fuyuki over. He didn't want to lose what might be his best friend, his only friend.

Fuyuki didn't cry. He just shook his head. He wouldn't show emotion over an alien. But he was growing fond of his pet, he didn't want to lose him. But he wouldn't do anything to fix this.

He couldn't. As the next leader of the sword party he had to just let Keroro die. Keroro dying would make him stronger. His father would be mad if he cared for an alien.

I can't have him mad at me. What if he feels like I'm being a bad son? What if he doesn't want me anymore? Fuyuki wondered. His mother and sister had already abandoned him. He didn't want his father too as well.

And Haru always made sure to remind Fuyuki of that fact, that Fuyuki owed him for choosing him, that Fuyuki would be his heir and next in line and was a better researcher than anyone in the world. He had to dissect aliens because it put a smile on his face.

So Keroro had to die.

"Momocchi!" Tamama cried, "You're rich! You have to find a cure, please- This has to be a pekoponian poison." He gestured to Keroro's lips. Tamama wasn't an expert on poisons. If they had their platoon likely only Kululu or Dororo would have a solution for Keroro's problems.

"I..." Momoka glanced at Fuyuki. He shook his head in a sharp order. She had to be tough. Not help Tamama.

"I'll be your obedient pet for life! I will never ever try to run away...Just please...Please..." Tamama was sniffling and crying, not even wasting the effort to wipe his eyes, "Save him." He begged.

Momoka nodded. "You have the Nishizawa fortune to back you. I'll find the cure." She promised.

Fuyuki didn't control her. And although she was supposed to be tough and dark she wanted to help her friend. She knew if Fuyuki was in a similar situation, Tamama would help her.

They were the same, so she would do it for him.

Fuyuki wasn't pleased.

It took a few hours, but Paul eventually found the antidote.

"You...You helped him." Fuyuki quietly whispered to Momoka. Momoka nodded.

"Keroro's your friend too. And you looked worried about him. You were holding his hand." Momoka pointed out.

"Pet." Fuyuki corrected. Keroro couldn't be his friend. "And I only did it because I know he poses no threat to the world. Their planet has left their platoon to die, five keronians all on their own."
"Have they all been located?" Momoka asked.

"Not the last one. I don't know where Corporal Giroro is." Fuyuki admitted, "Last time I checked though Kululu was being starved and tortured. He should still be back with the government."

Momoka nodded. She wouldn't tell Tamama. He didn't need to know.

"You shouldn't have aided Tamama, it's making you all weird. You're supposed to be tough not that sweet side. Remember? It aids us both if you just stick with the other you. And then together we can take over this world and then the universe-" Fuyuki's words were like sweet honey, but Momoka didn't fall for it as he tried to caress her hair.

She slapped him away. Even Fuyuki wasn't immune to her dark half. "Don't tell me what to do." She hissed, "I can be what I want." Tamama was right. Nobody needed to control her. She was a Nishizawa.

Fuyuki looked surprised by her anger. She had never been mad at him. She mostly was just completely lovestruck. "I'm..." He wasn't used to apologizing.

"Maybe you're not as nice as I thought you'd be Fuyuki. But you can't control me. I'm a Nishizawa. You...Are just a Hinata. And I don't care how many of your parents are into politics." Momoka crossed her arms.

Fuyuki just looked hurt, but he nodded. She was right. He wanted to make it up to her but he didn't know how.

He just felt useless and scared not knowing what to do.

"Tamama, smear this on your lips." Paul instructed, "And then kiss him to reverse the poison."

Tamama sparkled. "It's like in all my fantasies!" Nobody questioned how Keroro needed to be poisoned in his fantasies for Tamama to save him. He smeared the antidote on his lips as Paul handed it to him.

He then rested Keroro's head in his lap. Leaning down for a moment, he gave Keroro a gentle, loving kiss on the lips, he lingered perhaps longer than necessary.

And Keroro finally stirred, his eyes opening like a fairy tale princess.

"T-tamama...What happened?" Keroro asked.

"I saved you. You were poisoned, but I kissed it better." Tamama grinned. Keroro blushed for a moment.

"T-thanks. I...I thought I was going to die." In a moment he was holding Tamama and embracing him. It wasn't a thankful hug, more like a frightened one. "I...I was so scared. I thought I was going to die."

He felt wrong that he had been more frightened of Dororo than Fuyuki. But he had.

Tamama held him acting like the cool mature adult. "I'm here. And I'm never leaving you alone. I'll protect you." He promised as Keroro shook.

Keroro cried. All his traumas coming out as he just let Tamama hold and protect him.

Tamama was happy that things were resolved with Keroro, but Keroro's mind kept going back to his near death experience. And instead of being frightened he was instead maturing from it and reflecting on it.

"I...I turned Dororo into that." Keroro looked at the ground.

Tamama squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault." He tried to reassure.

"No. It is. I'm his platoon leader. I was supposed to look for him for goodness sake!" Keroro shook his head, "But I didn't. I only looked for you."

Tamama smiled. He was fine with that.

"Kululu and Giroro...They could be waiting for me to. Think I abandoned them. They could turn evil and try to kill me." Keroro was thinking about it, "Man, I've been a horrible person. We might never get back to Keron but I myself abandoned them too."

"Are you saying we should go look for them?" Tamama wondered.

Keroro shook his head. "I should look for them." He enunciated. "And I need to make up to Dororo. I need to be a good leader for once." He put his hands on Tamama's shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes. "Stay here. You're safe with Momoka. I want you to be safe."

Tamama looked shocked. "What about Fukki?"

"I have to leave. It's got nothing to do with him." Keroro had to escape. For real this time. "I need to do my job."

Tamama didn't want him to leave him. "Don't go. Take me with you." He begged. He wouldn't be left alone, he grabbed Keroro's hand.

Keroro shook his head. And before Tamama could give him a love confession, Keroro kissed him on the forehead.

"Sorry, private. I have to do this alone." He told him.

Tamama cried as he left him. And Tamama was all alone now even though he had saved Keroro's life.

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