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The last-ish of the flashback chapters? I think. Here you are. Kurumois centric chapter.

Kululu cleaned out some supplies in an old store, trying to find stuff for the new city he was building. Tamama was dead. But he didn't feel any better.

"Well... this is interesting..." Kululu looked at a pack that he had found, it was an old curry sauce pack. He decided to slather on the curry on some meat from a rat that he was now cooking to make sure he didn't get any diseases.

He didn't remember curry very well, but he knew it was special to him. For some reason it made him happy. He put the curry rat in his mouth.

Tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't taste any of it, as usual. But more importantly, Tamama's voice echoed throughout his head.

I ate her. Then Tamama had laughed. Mois had been eaten and killed by Tamama, and he probably tasted every bit of her. Had the sound of chewing her been similar to the way Kululu was chewing the meat of the rat? Had he tasted the texture of her body in great detail?

Becoming physically nauseous by the thought, Kululu spit out his food. He couldn't eat it. Not when the image he was getting was exactly what Tamama had gone through when he had eaten the pure, sparkly-eyed girl.

Revenge had been taken, though. Tamama was dead. And it had turned out that Mois and Kululu really hadn't had the connection he had believed. What their real connection was, he'd never know.

What now? My main goal was to destroy Tamama... But Tamama is dead now, Kululu remembered. He didn't have a goal.

But he could make one. There was still one unfinished goal in his soul. And he was getting very close to making a city to start out for him.

Invasion. Invasion remained in his mind, in his soul. He could easily still do it. That would be his main goal.

He didn't need to know any more about himself, to get his memories back from Dororo. He didn't want them. Now that he could see he was complete. And when he focused he could see the future.

He was a ruler, a conqueror. A bio-engineered race of mechanical clockwork people were under his rule. And he had created this new world.

That was enough for him. He could be a ruler. He didn't need to know any more. He didn't need to know about Mois.

He had to let her go.

One Year Ago

Angol Mois and Tamama went from store to store looking for the various invasion things on Keroro's list.

"Ughhh this is so boring! And I have to shop with you of all people!" Tamama groaned. He didn't make any comments about how rather useless things were on the list like more ramen and pocky. Actually, Tamama greatly approved of the latter.

It was clear that Keroro had sent them on a mission for groceries, not invasion-related things.

"We can make it fun! Make it into a game or something!" Mois smiled, treating Tamama like a kid. She grabbed the almost-crumbled list, since Tamama was tearing at it in a rage. "Hmmm... let's see. We could race to see who could get the next thing first? And then throw it in our basket and bags. Just like basketball!"

"I want to strangle you! Please just die." Tamama groaned. Mois hummed and seemed to not hear his piles and piles of threats as she skipped off to the next stand to pick up more things.

People hurried across the streets. Crying filled the air. The shop-keeper at the market looked frazzled. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "You should be finding shelter. Not like it's going to make any difference." He looked incredibly distressed.

Tamama was baffled. "What's going on? I mean, I understand running from that woman's stench but I suspect it's not that."

The man scurried out of his stand and pointed to a television.

"...several bombs headed for this area. The tensions between countries has finally broken and it seems this area is the fifth chosen to be bombed. It is not likely anyone will survive. The bombs range from nuclear intensity from 1 to 10..." The news reporter started crying.

Tamama was shocked. He started shivering. "Wh-what? But... But Alien Street doesn't have the defense to stop a bomb attack... We won't be able to make it back to the base in time. W-we're going to die." His legs were shaking, and he started crying in fear.

Mois, however, kept a cool head in the situation. She grabbed Tamama's hand. "No, we aren't. I won't let you die," she told him. "There's one place we can survive. I know. It was built to stand up against me."

Tamama sniffled and wondered if he should bite Mois's hand in his final moments. If he was going to die, he wanted to take her down, but he was so scared that he decided to remain hopeful.

Mois smiled at Tamama, trying to show him that she wasn't scared and could help him. She then dragged him through the crowds of screaming and crying aliens until she came upon a little hut in the back. It was being remodeled into a store.

Others had seemed to have her same idea, some smaller aliens who were hiding and waiting for their death. She helped Tamama inside the building and hid.

Smiling at him, she crouched next to him. "We'll be safe here," she promised.

Tamama glared at her. He didn't believe her.

The bombs dropped one after another, and although the shaking was pretty bad, Mois kept her word and Tamama hadn't died yet.

Eventually as the shaking continued, Mois took out her phone to start checking on it. It still had full service, being something fully connected to the universe.

"What are you doing, woman?" Tamama asked.

"If I look at the satellites from other planets, I can see the forecast of where the bombs are headed. I can make sure we really are all safe," she explained. After browsing a bit, she frowned.

"What? What? We're going to die, aren't we?" Tamama whined. "I knew you were good for nothing!"

"We aren't going to die, Tamama," she whispered quietly. "But... the Hinata house... There's one going to land directly there. They have three minutes before their doom. Even with Kululu's defenses, they won't be able to stand a full nuclear bomb," Mois told him.

"No... NO! Mr. Sergeant can't die! Not in a world where I live!" Tamama cried. He clutched Angol Mois's arm. "Do something!" he begged her.

Mois nodded - Tamama was right. She had to do something. She was the only one who could move fast enough to get to the bomb in time. And the only one with a spear to destroy it before impact.

She looked at Tamama sadly.

"Good-bye," she said to him. "I... I might not be able to come back." She didn't know if her body could stand the direct hit. So she had to talk to Tamama like she'd die.

"If you die and leave me alone, I'm taking the credit for it, woman," Tamama told her. He hated Mois, but he was scared. He didn't want to be left alone, but he also didn't want Keroro to die. "Send... Send Mr. Sergeant to help me."

"I will," she promised. She secretly knew she wouldn't ever be able to.

She left Tamama, Tamama slapping her away before she could give her a good-bye hug, and she quickly left their temporary shelter.

Soon enough, she was gone.

Flying faster than the speed of light, she got to the bomb quickly. It fell toward the location of the Hinata house, but since she was going so fast, it seemed to slow down. Flying higher, she got her spear ready as if to bat it away.

Let's see if I can do this. She had to save the people below. Keroro, Kululu, that other guy, Giroro, Natsumi, Fuyuki, and whoever else was there.

She closed her eyes and hit the bomb as hard as she could. To not just explode it in the air, but to break every little molecule inside it.

Her arms shook as she took the hit, and her ears rung. Every atom, every molecule broke down from the intensity of the impact, a hit that was supposed to break a planet in one hit. The air buzzed with vibration.

And every molecule that would have hit the Hinata house flowed into her body instead. As soon as the bomb was gone, she fell.

Her eyes were still open, closing slowly as she fell down below. I did it... I saved them... she thought. She felt so weak now, though. Her body was physically shutting down. She kept her hands tightly wound around her spear.

But soon enough, her eyes closed, and she was gone. She never landed. She just disappeared. That much radiation in even someone like her couldn't be stood.

Mois awoke in an empty black space. She rubbed her eyes sleepily.

Am I on Angol? she wondered. Her Angolian body and her body on Pekopon were on two separate planes. But as she tried to shift out of one body to the other, she couldn't. She couldn't seem to access either body.

"Hello." A calm voice was behind her. Mois swiftly turned around as she tried to break out of the black space all around her, hitting wildly with her Lucifer Spear. However, her spear wouldn't even cause a vibration.

Luckily, she saw a familiar face behind her. Someone she knew from her experiences on Pekopon, although she didn't know her as well as everyone else. She at least recognized her.

"Omiyo." She felt relieved when she saw the friendly ghost. "Where am I?"

"Nowhere," Omiyo told her, blankly floating around.

"What happened?" asked Mois.

"A nuclear apocalypse, so I've heard. So many died... I've seen many souls shift onto this plane to pass on to a happier one," Omiyo told her.

"So... So many died?" Mois asked. Omiyo giggled a little.

"Don't worry, I haven't seen your friends! They seem to have survived it all. No one I recognize besides you is here," said Omiyo.

Mois looked relieved. Then it started setting in what Omiyo was implying. "Omiyo..." she whispered. She tried to hit the ground again, but nothing happened. "Why can't I get back to Pekopon? To Angol? Why can't I access either of my bodies? Did... Did I die?" The horror started setting in as she considered the possibility that she was dead. She wouldn't be able to see any of her friends again.

They would be all alone. And she'd be alone without them. Would they wonder what happened to her? Would Tamama tell them where she went? Would they look for her after that?

Her lower lip started quivering as she considered all this and started crying.

"I assume so. Don't worry, though, everybody dies," Omiyo tried to comfort. "You're a ghost now. It's all right," she tried to reassure her as Mois continued crying.

"H-how... How can I speak to them again? You went back, didn't you? Even as a ghost," said Mois. "I want to go back," she blubbered. "Tell me how to interact with the plane."

Omiyo frowned. Her smile falling. "You can't," she told her. "I was booted out of that plane, too."

"What? Why?" Mois asked.

"All the spirits are leaving. The entire planet is filled with radiation. I've even seen quite a few kappa come through here. Earth... Earth is dead. Or at least dying. The spirits know there's no hope for it, and have left to move on. It won't be able to regrow without them, and it will eventually just wither and die. Or explode. I'm sure you'd like that," Omiyo smiled, trying to calm her. "But the spirits know they'd die if they stayed there. They don't think it's salvageable, so we all left."

Mois frowned. She didn't know what any of that meant. But she was sure Dororo would. She tried yet again, desperately to access her body on Pekopon, not wanting to face the reality that she was dead. She saw a brief flicker of the base - but nothing more. Like a light it was gone.

Perhaps she just had to face the fact that she was dead. Her physical body had probably seized from existence when all the radiation hit it.

Mois tried to nod among her tears. "I'm... I'm dead," she realized.

Omiyo put a hand on her shoulder. "There, there. Everyone has to face it."

The months went on in the spirit plane. Mois felt useless without the ability to use any of her Angolian powers.

Omiyo watched over her but sometimes drifted off to do her own thing. She wondered to herself why Mois was still in the world of limbo, though, unable to access a happier place.

Mois was eventually able to see at least some of Pekopon's plane. An image of the spiritualness of it. "All the forests are disappearing. Shouldn't they have already been dead from the apocalypse?"

"That's not the real forest," Omiyo explained. "It's the potential to regrow. The spirits are gone, so plants can't grow in the world. The world is dying."

"What will happen to those on it?" Mois asked, knowing that her friends had survived.

"They'll die," said Omiyo "Don't worry, they'll join you someday."

Mois frowned and nodded. She knew enough by now that the planet, without spiritual energy to keep it alive, had an internal clock. Two years was the most it would last before it withered away. No longer, though.

Everybody on it would die, including those she had given up her life to protect.

Dororo glanced down at some soft dirt and smelled it. No plant life. He knew what was happening. The spirits had left this world and plant life was now no longer growing. The planet was dying.

"The spirits are gone," he whispered to himself. How much longer did this planet have?

"You know, there's a good thing about having your body vaporized and dying in such a way," Omiyo told Mois to try to cheer her up.

"What?" Mois asked.

"You're free," she said. "Don't Angolians reincarnate? You might be the only one to break the cycle, to be free of the obligations you have to this universe. Now you can enjoy the afterlife in peace."

Mois frowned and shook her head. She couldn't get to any happier places of the afterlife.

Am I really dead? she wondered, looking down at her hand and flexing it. Like candlelight, the flickers of the other two planes were becoming more recurrent. She could almost reach toward them and touch them.

"I can't enjoy the afterlife," Mois refused. "Pekopon is dying. And I always wanted that, but my friends are down there," she told Omiyo, "It's poisoning them. Their lives... Their beings... Their essence. I don't want that. I... I want to protect them. To help them. For once, I want to bring life to Pekopon," she insisted.

Omiyo looked at her sympathetically. "There... There is a way, I suppose to get back. You will be a ghost, but at least they'll see you. You can interact with them."

Mois beamed. She could already see Keroro and Kululu in front of her. She wanted to hug both of them, to reassure them that she was all right. Although she doubted a little bit that Kululu would be that worried. He was still one of her very important friends, perhaps her most important.

"How?" Mois asked.

"You have to phase through a location that is important to you. For example, my stain in Keroro's room. Do you have a place that is important to you?" Omiyo asked.

Mois thought.

"Think long and hard. And then focus on it. I'm sure you'll be able to get back," Omiyo told her.

Mois thought harder.

She knew in her heart where her best memories on Pekopon had been made. It was the base, her work station on the tech team.

Working with Kululu had been incredibly fun and cheerful. It brought a smile to her face just thinking about it.

She closed her eyes and focused. She focused on every feature. Her chair, her desk, Kululu's desk and chair next to hers. Kululu, the screens, almost everything.

Finally she felt a shaking. She tightened her hands, and kept her eyes tightly closed. When the shaking stopped, she opened them.

She was back!

She smiled. "I'm... I'm back!" She looked down at her body and frowned. Omiyo had told her she would be a ghost, but she looked just like herself. She wasn't transparent, or floating. She was just herself in her Angolian garb.

She touched the desk. She could feel it. Ghosts weren't supposed to feel anything. Yet she could feel it.

"I'm... I'm alive?" Mois wondered. She let out a loud laugh. She then squealed and spun around, her arms waving in the air.

She was overcome by glee. "I have to tell everyone!"

She ran out throughout the base. For some reason, she couldn't find any Keronians, but Fuyuki, Natsumi, Saburo and Koyuki were there.

The first one she came across was Natsumi. "Natsumi! Look! I'm back!" she cried.

Natsumi didn't even look up. She just laid on a couch mumbling to herself. "I... I have to cheer Fuyuki up. But how can I when I am just as miserable? Got to find some sort of activity to continue... to do..."

"Natsumi?" Mois asked. She looked over at Natsumi and waved a hand in her face. Natsumi didn't even look at her. She just looked through her.

"She... She can't see me..." Mois took a step back. She ran into a toy Gundam, moving it a little bit. Natsumi didn't even look up.

She didn't care.

"I... I'm alive... But nobody can see me. They won't interact with me," Mois realized. Something had messed up when she had absorbed all that radiation. And now she was gone. Gone entirely from existence.

She left the base. Sadly, she couldn't phase through doors, so she had to sneak out and lock the base door when everyone was asleep.

I've got to find the Keronians. I read a little bit of Natsumi's journal and it said they left looking for Tamama and me. Luckily, she knew where they had been, so she headed off to where she had left Tamama.

Tamama was no longer where she had left him, though. And she had to search a little harder for him.

When she found him by a water tower in a small shack with Keroro, she was horrified. Both of their bodies had been mutated almost beyond recognition and they were entwined and kissing.

"Uncle? Tamama?" she asked, trying to get their attention. But just like Natsumi, they didn't see her. They just kissed.

"I love you, Tamama," Keroro told Tamama, caressing his face. "Even though I can't see you, I can feel you wonderfully. It doesn't matter what happened before you, I don't even want to remember!"

"That's a good attitude to have," Tamama murmured. "I'm yours. And you are all mine."

Mois stepped back, horrified.

What was happening?

She managed to figure out a little bit from what she saw of Tamama and Keroro. The radiation had changed their bodies and mutated them. It enhanced one of their senses and subdued the other four because of their Keronian biology.

It also seemed to mess with their minds and memories. They never talked about her. After a day, Mois was ready to leave, feeling like she was peeping on their relationship.

I've got to find Kululu. If it's Kululu... He'll be able to figure out some way to communicate with me. He's a genius, and more importantly he's my friend. He... He wouldn't forget about me. Mois left to find him.

She had to find him. Together they'd be able to deal with this.

He was mutated just like the rest. But he was much weaker. Unlike Keroro and Tamama, none of his senses had enhanced.

Despite his hideous new appearance, Mois still threw herself on him in a hug. Thank goodness he wasn't making out with someone like Keroro and Tamama.

He didn't move. She could touch him, but he clearly didn't feel her. Quickly, she released him and he didn't act like anything strange had happened.

"Kululu! I'm so glad to see you!" she told him, knowing full well he couldn't hear her. He didn't answer, but she was still happy to be by his side.

She stayed with Kululu for a while. He was much different than Keroro and Tamama. She learned that he had enhanced his hearing manually with his headphones, and that because of his weakness, he tended to talk a little bit to himself.

He was lonely. And her heart went out to him.

It helped her, though, when he talked to himself. She liked to pretend they were having a conversation, despite the fact that he didn't know she was there. And it helped her catch up with what had happened.

Apparently, each of the Keronians had mutated into one of the five senses, except Kululu. He had gotten nothing. They remembered very little, but they did each have goals, to invade and find lots and lots of fresh water.

Kululu sometimes had problems with this because he was a big weakling. He got his butt kicked by the other four Keronians constantly. Mois had to stay by his side to protect him and make sure nothing too horrible happened, despite him not questioning how bandages would find their way on his body. He couldn't feel them.

Kululu didn't seem to have any of his memories at all, except a huge hatred for Tamama.

"All right... so my list for the day is find water as a number two priority, and find Tamama as a number one priority. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu laughed. Tamama was always his number one priority. "I have to kill him."

"But why, Kululu? Why?" Mois asked.

"He'll pay for eating her. Whoever she is." Kululu's hands shook in anger. Mois's brow furrowed in thought. Who had Tamama eaten?

She put her hand on Kululu's hand to calm him. They had been living together for just under a month, and although he hadn't noticed her, she wanted to make sure he was safe before searching out a way to contact everyone. He needed to be safe mentally and physically.

"I'll avenge you... The weird girl with sparkly eyes... And... And I'll find out who you are, too. For us." Kululu smiled a bit as he talked about Mois.

Mois blushed, but her blush faded as she realized what Kululu was talking about. He had forgotten about her - well, most things about her, except that she was important to him and sparkly. And also Tamama had taken credit for her death.

She frowned. So that was why Kululu wanted to kill Tamama.

"I'm not dead, though!" she told Kululu. As always, Kululu didn't hear.

She was beginning to suspect she had mutated, too, just like the rest of them. She had a lot of weaknesses, like not being able to interact with anyone, but she was starting to pick up a few of her skills too, and new abilities she had gathered.

It was like she was a spirit... Or more of a sense like them. Maybe the amount of radiation she had taken it had mutated her, too. Perhaps it had made her the sixth sense?

She didn't sleep that night by Kululu's side. Instead she watched him to make sure he was all right. And his dreams were projected to her - she could easily see them in bulk.

He dreamed about her. "The sparkly eyed girl of his dreams" was what he called her. Some of their memories together nostalgic were shown to her. The ones that meant something to him. Just them working together, spending time together, joking about their platoon mates. Her looking at him, him looking at her. All sorts of fluffy things that she hadn't thought about before.

Some of his fantasies slipped in there too. Them going on the sweetest and most innocent dates. Kululu never knew her name in his dreams. He just referred to her as his girlfriend.

Mois liked watching them. They were filled with Kululu's feelings for her. They were all so sweet.

He... He loves me... Doesn't he? she wondered to herself. Or was it just a sort of mutated love, like Keroro had for Tamama? She wasn't sure. Did Keroro actually love Tamama? It had looked sweet to her, but also twisted.

She hadn't ever thought about the fact that Kululu might be in love with her. It had never occurred to her. Never graced her mind. She had always been too busy thinking about Keroro.

But now, when it was just her and Kululu, she could think about it. And it was clear that at least now, the thought of her plagued his mind constantly. It might have been because he had forgotten about her and was curious or it might have been because he actually loved her. She didn't know.

All she knew was when he thought about her, and talked about her and their life together, were the only times Kululu looked genuinely happy. That happiness usually shifted to despair though that she was now gone from his life.

It was sweet, she thought, how much he cared for her. She was truly touched. She had thought a lot about him in their separation, too, admittedly.

"I... I like you too, you know. You're pretty cute and close to me. You've always been a beacon of hope and help to me. Supported me in everything I've done, including kill all your friends as you count down how many hits it takes me to end the planet." It was an embarrassing subject to admit, but she knew Kululu couldn't hear her, anyway. She just wanted to tell him, even if he couldn't hear. "I love you, Kululu." She put a strand of hair behind her ear as she covered her face, embarrassed.

He didn't hear, though. He never heard.

Maybe... Maybe I can help him get his memories back of me! she decided. She had accepted the fact that he couldn't see her or realize she was there. But her hand never went through him. She could touch him.

She had seen enough movies to know where this was going. A kiss of true love always healed someone. If she kissed him, she was positive that he would remember her, maybe even see her.

He had to... Right?

She leaned forward, carefully and shyly as Kululu tried to work on a project. Intelligence was the only thing he had, but since he couldn't see, it was difficult for him to work. Sometimes she helped him out by slipping parts into his hands, and he just assumed he had done it himself.

Slowly, she placed her lips on Kululu's, kissing him softly and sweetly. Kululu froze up. He didn't continue working, but his hands also didn't drop what he was doing to place them on Mois.

Mois continued kissing him. Eventually, she put her hand on his back to continue the kiss. He barely moved his lips, as if to open them, to ask if someone was there. He could almost just barely feel something pressed up against him.

She took this as an invitation, and continued kissing him, a bit more passionately just to get it in his head that she was kissing him. She sucked on his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

A light moan escaped his lips, as if at least his body sub-consciously realized he was being kissed. Mois continued what she was doing, until she realized that Kululu was out of breath, and she took her lips off of his.

Her face was heated, and red. She had tried her best to implement a kiss of true love, just like she had heard about. She had put all her feelings in it.

Kululu's face wasn't heated, but he did have a small smile on his face, as if he was satisfied. "Strange. I feel a lot more energized... The safe feeling has disappeared, though. But what matters is all the energy I have!" Kululu started working faster, encouraged by this energy.

Mois frowned. He didn't remember anything about us did he? He... He just mooched off of my spiritual energy! she realized.

She felt terrible that her unrealistic standards of romance hadn't helped anything. Kissing hadn't suddenly granted him his memories back.

She slumped over, distressed. Perhaps nothing would change. Nothing would ever change.

Kululu would always not remember her. And she would never be able to interact with him again.

It took eight more months for him to figure out that his vision was so bad because he was wearing glasses. It was a stupid mistake, but she felt happy as Kululu laughed when he discovered this.

"Can... Can you see me now?" She had stuck by him the whole time, unable to leave, trying to protect him as Keroro and Tamama completely trashed him every time he fought with them.

She waited for Kululu to say something, but he could see everything except her. She frowned.

"At... At least you're safe now. Not weak any longer. I suppose I can go look for help now. Someone who can interact with me. I won't be gone long, Kululu. Not like you'd notice it, anyway," she told him. She smiled and waved.

She didn't find anyone. But the next time she saw him, he was laughing to himself on a cliff.

"I did it! I killed Tamama!" he said. "But... But... She wasn't anything to me... I was wrong."

Angol Mois's eyes widened. She had left for one second, and Kululu killed Tamama? Oh no... She realized. Kululu just laughed and laughed as he went off to his castle that he was making.

He could see the future, but he had overlooked how incredibly evil he had become. She watched him go, horrified as he just laughed. He had lost it, lost it completely while she was gone.

"I need to get him help. I need to do something." She gritted her teeth. She needed to make sure he hadn't killed any of his other platoon mates.

She needed to find Dororo and Giroro and make sure they weren't dead.

She turned away from him and left, hoping she was making the right decision.

Good-bye, Kululu. Hopefully I'll... I'll be back soon, she thought to herself.

Well, congratulations to one of my reader, Major Monty the Straw Vulcan, for guessing everything about Mois. Congratulations!

Please review.

I got to work on my kurumois. This was supposed to be the kurumois chapter, but I feel like it wasn't nearly as strong as some of my other stuff? Specifically I got to work on my kurumois from Mois's side is what I mean.