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YAY! Last chapter! Finally done with this story. I've had this story planned since November? So it's fun to be done. It feels so great to finish a story.
It took a full weak for Giroro to go through the process of unmutating. While Momoka's father and Momoka lead the effort to rebuild the world, he just rested.
Natsumi visited him sometimes, hoping things would be fine. She had been told that his eyes would never return to him, that they had fully fallen out and they wouldn't grow back, but everything else should be healed.
She felt bad for him that he wouldn't be able to see again.
It felt like a month, but a week of separating had been painful. Eventually, Giroro came out of the tube, fully healed.
"Natsumi." He smiled. His skin was back to its full red color, no longer course and rough but soft. He touched her face. "I can feel you," he laughed, joyfully.
"Yes you can." She grinned, leaning in for a kiss. Giroro blushed at the sensation, but laughed as she nuzzled his face.
"I just wish I could see you too," he whispered.
"Some scars don't heal. I'm sorry," she told him. Giroro nodded; he understood that.
"I'm just so glad it's over. The world can heal... A new civilization can start for Pekopon, and we can travel all over the world shooting corpses and mutated rats. It will be living the dream!" Giroro declared.
"I don't think I really want to do that." She laughed. "That's not actually the most romantic."
Giroro frowned. "Fine," he grumbled under his breath.
"Will you be okay shooting anyway? You don't have super hearing and you can't really see..." She pointed out.
Giroro slapped his forehead. "You're right!" he realized. "NOOO!"
Natsumi giggled and kissed his cheek. "Maybe consider this your retirement, then? We can live together, you don't have to fight any longer."
Giroro frowned. But he wanted to fight! But living happily with Natsumi sounded like a good plan, too.
Maybe... Maybe there was a way to artificially grow eyeballs. He'd talk to Kululu, but the only one who could approach Kululu safely without getting poisoned was Natsumi.
He could always hope.
They lived like they were already married. But they didn't live underground in a fortress. Natsumi and Giroro preferred the sunlight.
"I never want to be trapped underground again," she said. Giroro nodded; he could agree with that. Natsumi's flowers couldn't survive without sunlight, anyway.
Also, everybody was kind of sick of their very public displays of affection. They had kicked them out of the fortress and Giroro was now currently working with Natsumi and her mother to fix up the old Hinata house.
The world seemed so much brighter with more plants.
And Giroro was truly happy even though he couldn't see the brightness. He could feel it. And he missed being able to feel things.
The Nishizawa empire took over Kululu's old cities. They were futuristic technology that seemed to be quite beneficial to the planet.
Momoka was trying to integrate the clockwork soldiers into becoming people; they were an artificial intelligence after all. And there was quite a lot of them.
If the planet was ever going to be repopulated, they needed to find a new source of a population to continue the economy, and although some people had been proven to have survived all over the world, the clockwork soldiers were the perfect people to bridge the gap.
It had been Fuyuki's idea to try to teach them to think for themselves. "Artificial intelligence is the way of the future. I'm sure they can learn to function as people too!" he had told Momoka.
And Momoka trusted Fuyuki's ideas. "A heiress's work is never done," she said. It was like a school for robots. And Fuyuki was having fun.
Maybe she could even show them how to love, with all her personal public displays of affection with Fuyuki.
It would also give her an excuse to kiss Fuyuki more. Not like she needed one.
Koyuki still healed from her injuries. Her legs were still a little hurt from the injury to her spine. Dororo was always willing to help her, though.
"We're living on the surface too, right?" he asked her.
"Do you even need to ask? We can't let Mois do all the heavy lifting of helping this planet. We need to clean it up... Help the plants grow, too! Maybe we can even clean the ocean?"
"I love your optimism, lady Koyuki. We'll do it all." He smiled at her. It was a good plan.
Koyuki hugged him. "Just... don't you leave me again. I know our hearts are together and spiritually we won't be separated, but... I like being with you."
Dororo smiled, "And I like being with you too," he confessed. "I won't leave."
She needed the comfort. She had probably been so worried about him.
She was probably the greatest person he had ever met.
Keroro and Tamama weren't as affectionate as the rest of their friends. Keroro mostly worked on trying to start a communication channel with the undersea race.
"They said they'd talk to us in emergencies, but they don't like being bothered," he finally told Tamama after chucking a bunch of walkie talkie's in the sea. Communication hadn't been the most successful. "I just feel like I owe them so much."
"Why? They healed you because they needed you," said Tamama. He still hadn't really talked much to Keroro about the previous relationship they had been in. He was finally remembering all the sex they had. Wasn't as awkward for him as it was for Keroro, though.
"Yeah. But... they brought me you, too! And that, I owe them for," Keroro told Tamama.
Tamama's eyes widened. "Wait, Mr. Sergeant do you care about me?"
"Of course I do. You're my platoon mate," he insisted.
"Do you love me, I mean," he clarified, annoyed at Keroro's idiocy.
Keroro laughed. "I'm not gay, private."
He frowned. "Oh yeah you certainly didn't seem gay when I was sucking your dick," he muttered. He knew it was an under-handed subject to bring up, but he did so anyway.
Keroro turned pink. "Uhhh... So, weather's nice." He tried to change the subject.
"Mr. Sergeant... We really need to talk about that, actually. I mean, I'm super sorry for putting you into a really bad relationship with me - I regret how it happened - but I don't regret that it was there if you know what I'm saying. I do love you, like I said when I was mutated." Tamama decided to be the brave one.
"Yep. That weather sure looks nice." Keroro kept on talking. "I think I see a cloud."
Tamama sighed. "Do you really only care about me as a platoon mate?"
Keroro thought for a moment. "Not only as a platoon mate. As a friend, too!"
Tamama slapped his forehead. Keroro saw that that answer wasn't the one Tamama wanted.
"I like you fine as a... Tamama too. I like you." Keroro tried to say the thing Tamama wanted, but just kept messing it up.
Tamama smiled. "Then... Can... Can we maybe try a real relationship... not unhealthy? I'll let you lead, I won't control you," he promised. "Just... can we try it? I don't want to have ruined it because of my mutation."
Keroro finally gave a stiff nod. "Trying doesn't sound bad."
Fuyuki visited his sister a lot. He liked researching her mutation and making sure everything was fine with it.
"I feel like you're looking at me like an occult subject matter," Natsumi teased.
"What's the problem with that?" Fuyuki asked, honestly not knowing.
Natsumi frowned. That answered her question. But it helped that he was learning so much about her mutation, that way if something went wrong he could help.
She was glad to have such a smart brother.
Saburo stayed in the Nishizawa fortress. Before going outside during the apocalypse, he would have craved something interesting. He would have hated being boring and almost broke when Kululu had told him he was boring.
However, after the whole ordeal of almost dying multiple times, he craved boring. He didn't want to deal with it anymore.
He just wanted to live out his life calm and peacefully, and although his friends were off doing amazing things, he just wanted to focus on himself and his mental well-being.
That was enough stimulation for him. He needed to do a lot of soul-searching, after all. It was selfish of him to have only been worried about things being boring when everything was dying.
He needed to better himself as a person, and that was what he was prepared to do with his time.
Kululu didn't let anyone heal him. He didn't want to unmutate. So nobody could visit him without being poisoned.
He kept close to the tree that Angol Mois resided in, waiting for the day the planet would be safe enough for her to come out and visit him.
He could see it with his third eye, the one that showed him the future. Only in that eye could he see Mois. And that was the only thing keeping him going.
He just waited patiently for the day she'd return to him.
Fuyuki was busy helping Natsumi, so Kululu tried to watch her tree, making sure that no awful Pekoponians hurt her, or anything hurt her. He watered it lovingly and tried to keep close.
After several months of mostly solitude, the core was finally healthy enough for her to project herself for at least a little bit.
She smiled at him and grinned. She could never leave this planet again, but if she left from her tree portal, she could explore the planet as much as she wanted.
When he saw her, he hugged her and held her tightly. "How long will you be here before you have to go back?" he asked her.
"I can visit you every day now as long as you don't leave Pekopon." She kissed his nose. He handed her some flowers he had picked.
She grinned and hugged him tighter, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He kissed back for the sheer comfort of it.
He was finally with her, and she was safe. That was all that mattered to him.
Eventually. Kululu was forced to seek treatment for his mutation. He liked being able to see, and he liked being able to see the future, but Mois was with him in the present. And she was being pretty insistent that he should gain the feeling of touch, since he couldn't really himself making out with her.
With that in mind, he finally went to the Nishizawa fortress, and was healed from the final bits of radiation.
And they could all talk to him again.
The platoon met together, all their memories returned and happy with their lives. They were still a platoon; they knew they'd always share a bond of being a platoon.
"This is a nice planet," Giroro gruffly stated. They hadn't had a meeting to talk about their platoon in two years, but Keroro had finally called it. Had he wanted to start the invasion again? "I especially like the people."
"Specifically one," Kululu teased Giroro. Giroro blushed.
"I'm not ever going to leave this planet. This was where I was meant to be," Dororo declared.
"I don't think I was meant to be here at all. But, I am staying here. Mois can't leave and it wouldn't be fair if we all just abandoned her," Kululu stated.
"About that... I like this planet too guys, but technically we're still invaders," Keroro pointed out. "But I think we should stop. We should end the invasion. Hopefully, headquarters will think we died in the nuclear apocalypse."
"No, duh, we're stopping the invasion," Giroro shrugged.
Keroro nodded. "Then we're all in an agreement? This ends."
They nodded.
"We'll stay on this planet forever, then," he told them. Solemnly, they nodded. They had to. But they'd be happy about it.
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Okay, what other stories I have planned.
A supernatural/kind of werewolf vampire AU. I'm not above it, I am sorry. It'll be short though 10 chapters. Not 50,000 words like this one was. Do not fret.
A Pirate AU, I've got most of the story planned out.
I want to work on a fluffy Kurumois story, to work on my fluff and my relationship developing skills. I'm planning on maybe doing a fake dating story? That trope because I'm not above it, I'm sorry.
I'm really bad at fluff though, so if anybody could give me tips or writing help or just wants to comment on that and give me criticism for that story I'd love it since usually I write more dramatic stories.
Anyway, that's what I have planned. Hopefully I'll write those frequently but I'm also in my first year of college so idk?
I might have more time now that I'm cutting out meal time from my life and have to start a medication drink instead of meals though. So maybe I'll be fast about that.
Anyway, thanks for reading!