This chapter was supposed to be angsty and about all five keronians leaving and all, but then it mostly became Kurumois. I guess since it's a kurumois story I don't feel so bad about the other characters doing things off-screen and it's up to you guy's imagination.

The pekoponians, the keronians, they were all silent. They had all gathered together just to pack, the ship hadn't yet arrived that would bring the keronians home, but none of them knew how they'd stay in contact with their friends.

Keroro hadn't ever wanted to think about what would happen. Giroro didn't want his romance with Natsumi to end. Tamama was just hoping someone else would answer the question for him. Kululu thought the answer was pretty obvious, there would be no contact with the pekoponians.

Dororo was the one to answer Fuyuki's question. After all he hadn't been shocked by it. He always tried to think ahead.

"I think it's about time to tell you the truth, Fuyuki." Dororo said softly.

Fuyuki looked at the ground. He knew what the truth was. But he didn't want to hear it. I don't want to hear that we'll never be able to see our friends again. Our adventure with aliens...It's over.

"I'm not going home to Keron. Pekopon is my home. I've chosen to stay here." Dororo answered honestly.

Fuyuki's eyes lit up as he smiled. Koyuki nodded in the background like she and Dororo had already talked about this. She already knew Dororo's plans and that he wouldn't leave her.

You didn't leave your soul mate after all. Once you found them, you stuck by their side forever.

"You can't!" Giroro sparked up, "Staying might be the best choice for you, but Garuru started a revolution in our honor to save us. There was a war just so we wouldn't die, because people believed we were heroes!" He told him, "People died for us. If you chose to stay even after all that it would put the Keroro Platoon's loyalty in question. People might become mad at the choices they made. Our lives and Garuru's life would be in danger." He grabbed the tuft of his friend's upper chest's skin.

"The war was created for us." Keroro nodded, "He's right. None of us have even the option to stay, even if we wanted to. It...It just isn't right."

Dororo shook his head. He still wasn't going home. "I've thought about this, don't worry. I know what you're saying and that if I willingly stayed on Pekopon our loyalty would be thrown into question, but...I have no plans to let them know I'm staying on Pekopon. I'm going to fake my death so Keron isn't trying to bring me back and I will be left alone on Pekopon."

The Keroro platoon was silent. Dororo was going to fake his death?

"But...Dororo...That means you'll never be able to talk to your family again. Your mother will die believing you're dead. We—We'll never be able to contact you again so that people don't find out." Keroro reminded. He was shaking his head as if he was scared of Dororo's own decisions.

Dororo put his hand on Keroro's shoulder. His gaze was confident as if this was the first decision he had ever made that he was completely certain of.

"Don't worry about me, Keroro." He quietly smiled, "I know of the things I'll have to give up. I love my family, but I love Pekopon so much more. I can't give up the planet that I can live on and be myself." Dororo touched his mask briefly. Keron's air wasn't something he could breath very well, whenever he was on the planet his immune system got very weak.

He didn't want to be like that. He wanted to be able to be healthy. And he could only be healthy on Pekopon.

"I've already spoken to Koyuki about this. She's happy to have me for the rest of her life." Dororo waved to Koyuki, "I'm sorry that it ever came down to a choice between our platoon and friendship and the planet and Lady Koyuki."

"But you chose her." Giroro finished for him. He nodded as if he admired Dororo's devotion.

I know this gives me another option. To not leave Natsumi...But I'm not like him. I have to be loyal to Keron. I wish I could be like Dororo and have no confliction and choose a girl over our military honor. Giroro thought to himself.

"I love all of you guys, but I love Pekopon more." Dororo was apologetic.

Keroro just shook his head. He was already leaving Fuyuki for ever. He couldn't let Dororo leave too! "No, no...You can't just leave us! We'll never be able to talk to you again!" He begged.

Dororo stood calmly. He knew this was true.

Keroro sniffled. He didn't want never contact Dororo again. Yet another of his friendships was leaving him.

"Sarge..." Fuyuki put his arms around Keroro. His time with aliens was dwindling. All the humans realized that. All of his friends. At least Dororo will stay. He'll be an alien in my life forever. He liked aliens but his friendship with Dororo had never been that solid. Dororo wasn't Keroro after all. "You know that you don't have to leave. Y-you could fake your death like he's doing. You could all stay." He was hopeful, Dororo had given him hope that Keroro or at least Giroro would stay.

The pekoponians all looked expectantly at the keronians, waiting for their decision. A new choice had presented itself to them.

It was up to the Keronians to decide what to do.

The Keronians were all silent for a moment as they stared at their pekoponian friends. But finally Kululu stepped forward.

"Well I'm definitely going home. I don't want to die on this pitiful planet. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu spoke coldly.

"I'll miss you." Saburo nodded, "But I also always knew that you had to go home eventually. That's what growing up is about, changing and meeting new people and leaving the old."

"That's so poetic!" Natsumi smiled.

"But we'll stay in contact, right? After all you've got all sorts of things that could get you to easily contact Pekopon." Saburo smiled.

"Of course I'll stay in contact. I'll probably e-mail you or something or instant message you. Ku, ku, ku. No problems here." Kululu shrugged.

Saburo and him high-fived.

Momoka and Fuyuki looked worried. Although Kululu might be able to stay in contact with Saburo, Keroro and Tamama were slightly more flaky. Neither of them knew if they even had the know how to stay in contact.

"I'm sorry...But I'm going back to Keron too." Tamama nodded, looking at Momoka. He glanced at Keroro for a moment knowing that if Keroro made a bad choice he would always change his mind. "After all, when I came to Pekopon they froze our ages so that we wouldn't die here. If I don't go back I'll never become an adult!" Tamama stomped his feet impatiently.

Momoka nodded. She could understand that fear. Adults were attractive and mature. If either of them were going to win their love interests, Keroro and Fuyuki, they needed to be adult. She leaned down and hugged Tamama. "I know you have to go back. I won't stop you. After all, I knew your stay here was temporary."

Tamama cried into Momoka's shirt. "I'm not super rich back on Keron! I'm going to miss your money!"

"That's what you're going to miss?" Momoka punched him on the head angrily.

"I mean...I don't know how I'll contact you." Tamama sniffled.

Momoka hugged him again, understanding what he was saying.

"Fuyuki..." Keroro looked up at his friend. He was the leader of the Keroro Platoon. It wasn't ever an option for him to stay. He didn't have a choice.

"Stay." Fuyuki just said, grabbing onto his friend's hand. "Stay." Was all that he said.

Keroro couldn't answer him. He just gave a small shake of his head.

"Then...Take me with you. I don't want to have a life where you aren't there. Let me come back to Keron with you. I could be like a peace representative. I don't care about leaving the planet! I just don't want to lose you!" Fuyuki tried to negotiate.

All he had wanted was to meet aliens. But now Keroro was taking that all away from him.

"Fuyuki...You can't leave." Natsumi put a hand on his shoulder.

"Would you really leave your family? M-me?" Momoka asked putting her hand on his other shoulder.

Fuyuki looked at the ground. He was desperate to bargain with Keroro. Desperate.

"Fuyuki...When I met you, you were only a kid. You slowly grew to a teenager as we were together." Keroro finally spoke, "Knowing me...It was just a small bump in your life. You have plenty ahead of you. It's not as big of a deal as you think it is. You'll be okay."

"But I'm not a super genius! I have no way to contact you. We'll never speak again!" Fuyuki cried.

Keroro's lip quivered. "I'm sorry."

Fuyuki dropped to the ground and cried.

Giroro didn't make a full choice. He just gave a small forlorn glance to Natsumi. He didn't say if he was staying or going.

"Garuru says the ship will be here tomorrow. I think we should prepare the materials to fake Dororo's death..." Giroro directed his platoon.

They nodded and turning their back on the pekoponians they split up to gather the materials.

What will I do? Angol Mois wondered to herself. She hadn't really wanted to talk to the keronians about their plans, besides her congratulations that they weren't all dying. She had mostly been in the background listening to their angst good-byes to their friends and decisions to stay or go.

But despite how Angol Mois looked, she tried to keep herself observant about what was going on. And she was thinking seriously about the news that the grand council had been overthrown.

Keron's whole government has changed. It used to be some form of oligarchy but is more of a monarchy. Who knows if the people will quickly change it to a democracy. Keron probably wasn't perfect after all. It took a while for things to change smoothly.

But they're different. And that matters to me because Angol is in a treaty with them. I no longer know how strong that treaty is since my relationship with Garuru...Isn't on the best terms. She frowned remembering how the last time she had seen Garuru he had thrown her into an Angol stone. She didn't really like him and the phrase 'forgive and forget' she didn't really want to do.

All the other keronians might have been celebrating Garuru's rule, but she wasn't. And although she liked the Keroro Platoon her first loyalty really should be to Angol. She wasn't a keronian. She wasn't part of their platoon.

But she was an alien and she no longer knew how stable their treaty was. She was sure it was still in place, she just didn't know if it would be renegotiated or was on rocky terms. During any change in government treaties should be renegotiated. That was how to keep things stable after all.

And as the daughter of the king of terror, she had a duty to think rationally about these issues. After all someday she'd be King. She had heard from a few of the pekoponians that the term she was actually in was princess but Angol didn't have a queen or a princess. They had a king and a lord. And she was the lord of terror.

But someday she'd be king.

Now that Uncle's platoon is leaving what do I do about Pekopon though? She knew the reason she had come to the planet was to destroy it, but she was utmost certain that Keroro would never speak to her again if she killed Fuyuki and all the keronians would be quite mad at her if as soon as they left she destroyed the planet. They hadn't even really brought it up about what she would do after they left.

Maybe they want to say good-bye to their pekoponian friends instead of talk about actual political issues like if the planet is mine now. She could understand that. After all since she was an alien like them she would likely have more contact with the Keroro Platoon than their pekoponians. That was probably why Keroro, Kululu or Tamama hadn't even attempted to say good-bye to her.

So I probably can't destroy Pekopon then. No reason to stay here after they leave. I should probably go home and actually start learning about political issues in my kingdom. Actually learn how to rule or things like that. Maybe I can go to council meetings and actually create a princess title. She'd love to be a princess. After all in disney movies they always had such happy endings!

It was time to actually be responsible. To be the lord of terror that she was supposed to be. No longer would she waste her time and life doing chores for Keroro. It was time to go home and be with her people.

It was embarrassing after all when Kululu asked her about politics on Angol and she had no answers for him. She didn't want him going over her head and getting information on angols from her father of all people instead of her.

Guess I should start packing up too if I'm leaving. Mois decided after making a confident decision about what she would do. Maybe she'd even get a chance to see Kululu again while she was packing.

After all now that he wasn't dying, asking him about that weird kiss that he had given her was totally an on-limits subject. He had no way to side-step it.

"You're packing too?" Kululu noticed as he saw Mois unplugging her laptop and cleaning up her desk.

"Yep! I decided that since you guys are all heading back to Keron and likely you don't want me to destroy the planet while you're gone-" She glanced at Kululu as if waiting for him to confirm this.

Kululu nodded. "If you're going to destroy things, tell me, so I can evacuate Saburo."

Mois shook her head. "No, I don't want to make an enemy of Keron now that they have a new government. But since there's no purpose for me to be here any longer I was planning to head back to Angol."

"Spend time with your family?" Kululu asked.

Mois shook her head, "I was thinking of actually getting invested in Angolian politics. And start actually learning things. I mean the most schooling I had on Angol was about fractions. I think it's about time I start actually learning about the universe and my dimension. You could say, B for effort?"

Kululu frowned. "I...I don't think that's a good thing to say about politics..." He really hoped she didn't put in a B effort for politics.

Mois giggled for a moment and sat down. At least she wouldn't mess up idioms on Angol.

"Well good luck." Kululu sighed, "Have fun on Angol, I suppose."

If there was one place farther away than Pekopon it was Angol. After all, it was an entire different plane of existence that keronians like him couldn't even get to. He had only had hypothesizes and drawing of what it could look like.

But if she was going back to Angol it meant that the small amount of their relationship was definitely over. He'd never be able to see her face to face again. After all she had a different future and destiny to pursue and he had to go back to Keron.

There was nothing Kululu could do about it. Maybe I'll see her when I'm traveling to another planet and she's going to destroy it. But that wouldn't be a very long meeting. She was an alien to even keronians, not even native to their dimension. It had never really bothered Kululu before, instead it interested him how different she was, but it did make him a bit sad. There really was no future for them.

"C-can I ask you something, Kululu? Now that you aren't dying any more at least." Mois finally asked as she slipped under her desk to pull out some cords from various electronics.

"Here, let me help." Kululu offered. He sat next to her as he untangled wires. "And no. You can't ask anything."

He kind of had an idea of what she wanted to talk about. He wasn't an idiot after all. His lapse in judgment was probably still circulated in her head. Her forgetting it was an unrealistic hope.

"W-why...Was there anything more to that kiss last week?" Mois asked anyway.

"What kiss?" Kululu played dumb.

"You kissed me. Don't you remember?" Mois frowned. Had he already forgotten? "I just think we should probably talk about it before we both leave for our separate worlds. I mean we won't see each other for a while."

That was right. They wouldn't see each other for a while. Possibly never again.

Kululu frowned as he looked at her. She made plenty of good points, but he was never one to listen to good points. He didn't want to talk about it.

It was just a lapse in judgment. It's never going to happen again. I'm never going to see her again. Kululu reminded himself. I'll never speak to Angol Mois again. I'll never see her.

Saying the words in his head didn't remind him that she was leaving, instead it just made him hurt.

Kululu liked to think that he was smart, but as Mois looked at him waiting for his answer, he kissed her again. It wasn't as passionate or desperate as the first time, it was just a quick small kiss.

But he allowed himself the luxury to put his hand in her soft hair. To kiss her as if trying to memorize her.

She would never be his. But he wanted a second kiss.

Quickly he pulled away.

Angol Mois didn't ask why this time. She just smiled at him. She probably knew that Kululu wasn't really the talking type. She brushed a strand of her hair out of her face and just smiled at him, it was a soft and almost shy smile.

"It was another lapse in judgment. Don't read anything into it." You're leaving. I'm leaving. I wasn't being very smart. This won't go anywhere. Kululu frowned. He didn't know if he was blushing. He hoped he wasn't or at least Mois couldn't see it.

Mois winked, "I believe you." She didn't believe him at all.

Kululu frowned again. He was frazzled and embarrassed. Mois shouldn't have this sort of power over him. "It was just a big mistake. Both of them. Ask about it and I'll have to wipe your memory." He threatened.

He wasn't the type to confront his feelings or what had happened between them. He wanted to act immature about his mistakes instead.

Mois frowned knowing he really would wipe her memory. She gave a small nod. I understand. He doesn't want to talk about it. She sighed. She could be patient.

"I just did it cuz I felt like it. It wasn't a big deal. Your stuff is disconnected from the table." Kululu said quickly. He walked away.

He hoped that clued her in that the conversation was over.

He felt humiliated. Not because of anything Angol Mois had done, but because of his own actions.

I can't even confront myself about why I'm making so many mistakes. He knew why. It was because he didn't want to lose Mois, he kept doing these things because he desperately wanted to bring her into his life. But it was impossible when he couldn't even talk to her about his feelings. He couldn't even talk to her about his mistakes.

She never prodded him to tell her. She was patient. Maybe it's not a big deal to her. Kululu's insecurities started coming up, his worry. After all she had never really shown that she was making the same mistakes. She was just being patient with him.

He shook that thought out of his mind. He couldn't afford to think about if Mois liked him or not when she clearly didn't. That wasn't his most pressing concern about Mois.

What made him the most sad about Mois was once both of left Pekopon their relationship was dead. Sure he could keep in touch with Saburo because they always had that sort of buddy-buddy relationship but all of Kululu's excuses for being with Mois, for talking to her, were because they were part of the tech team together.

Would they even have anything to do together if they weren't part of the tech team? Would they have stuff to talk about? Would Mois still have the same sort of affection for him? Or would he bore her once he was only a jerk instead of a co-worker?

My relationship with Mois is different than my relationship with Saburo. He's my wave buddy, but I'm...I have those nasty terrible feelings for her. He was in love with her.

He head banged on the table. He'd never see her again. It didn't matter how much he loved her he still physically couldn't go against biology and meet her on Angol. He couldn't ever go there. Not only that but long-distance relationship statistically had trouble and although long-distance friendships worked out fine you had to have a friendship to have one.

And Kululu never really thought of himself as Mois's friend. He was her co-worker and that would soon end.

Despite his better judgment, he sent a letter into Mutsumi's radio show not wanting to figure things out on his own. He didn't want to have to think about this sort of stuff and this would be the last time he ever even had the opportunity to listen to Saburo's show.

Turning on the radio he listened until his letter was read.

"Dear 623," Saburo, Kululu's friend read aloud.

"I'm moving away soon and I don't know what to do. I have this co-worker that I like talking to and seeing but won't be my co-worker once I move away. I won't be able to visit them once I move and I'm not exactly the most open and forward about emotions. What do I do?" Mutsumi read aloud.

"Well, I think it's quite obvious. You follow your heart. What do you want to do?" Saburo responded poetically.

Kululu frowned. That didn't help at all! "I don't have a heart." Kululu mumbled.

Not only that but even if he did follow this supposed heart, his heart didn't align with Mois's. To have a happy worthwhile relationship one required it to be mutual. Mois didn't seem to want the same things that Kululu did.

Going with her to Angol wasn't an option even if he wanted it. He couldn't get into Angol after all since he wasn't angolian. And he couldn't ask her to come to Keron with them, she didn't belong there. She had her own future to pursue.

Giving everything up for a girl is dumb anyway. I'm not Giroro. I should just leave it be. That was what Kululu's heart was telling him.

He felt numb as he decided this. That he would never see or hear from Mois again. That it was over.

I guess...This will be the last time I see her and her sparkly eyes. Ku. I would have begged for this years ago. He couldn't imagine a day where he didn't see her. But he had to.

It was over.

"Kululu?" Mois knocked on his door and opened the lab door. "Um...I wanted to make sure you had my cell number. You can contact me anywhere in the universe after all!" She grinned. Her cell was that good!

"Of course I have your cell number. I've memorized it by heart." Kululu frowned, "Cuz I'm a genius and all." He said quickly.

"You'll keep in contact with me, right? Just like you'll keep in contact with Saburo? You'll text me every day?" Mois begged.

She was so cute, she just kind of waved it off that he was leaving like it was no big deal. It didn't stop her. She just bounced back.

Kululu looked into her eyes for a moment. It was the last time he was seeing them after all.

"Sure." He shrugged. He wasn't the most honest or genuine about his pledge to keep in contact with her. He knew he might not after all. They were no longer co-workers.

"I'll miss you so much!" Mois was upfront about her feelings. She opened her arms as if waiting for him to hug her.

He didn't. She frowned but let him have his space.

Guess he wants to be the one to initiate contact. Mois sighed. Oh well, I have faith that he'll contact me. After all why wouldn't he?

Kululu didn't reply to her. After all he knew he would miss her to. He'd remember her forever. Meeting the lord of terror wasn't something you just forgot after all. But he didn't want to say that he'd miss her and become all sappy. He didn't need to open his mouth to talk.

After all he knew he had a habit of making bad mistakes. If he spoke he'd probably just start crying and telling her how much he didn't want her to go. And he would not suffer that humiliation.

Mois held out her pinky, "Promise you'll call me, please? I don't want our friendship to deteriorate." Mois begged.

"What's the pinky for?" Kululu asked.

"Pinky swear." Mois smiled.

"Childish." Kululu teased, but he let her take his pinky. It was such a simple gesture and if it would make her smile he'd do it.

"Fine...I promise." He didn't put much thought into the promise or emotion. All he did was cherish the large smile on her face as she tightly wound their pinkies together.

Even though he had kissed her twice, touching her in such a small way still felt extremely intimate and embarrassing.

"Thanks Kululu." She broke their pinkies apart, waved and smiled and left. She didn't have any worries about leaving.

Giroro was always conflicted. There was always a choice to be made. Invasion or Natsumi. Keron or Natsumi. It was always something and Natsumi.

And he hadn't actually decided if he would fake his death with Dororo. He knew what the right thing was to do. But he also knew how much he loved Natsumi.

Giroro stood in front of Dororo alone in the forest as he talked about his moral dilemma. "What do I do? Do I stay or do I go? I know that Natsumi is the person I'll love most in the universe, that I love her more than anything and that if I leave I'll never see her again, but...Do I tell her that I like her? Or should I be a loyal Keronian soldier like I was meant to be?"

Dororo frowned. His friend was always conflicted. And he could never commit to one option. "I think you know the answer. You have to listen to your heart."

"Listen to my heart?" Giroro asked.

"Make the choice once and for all. Keron or Natsumi?" Dororo nodded.

Giroro's stomach twisted in knots. It was a decision he had been procrastinating on for years.

"I...I can't not choose Keron." He whispered, "All of this happened because of me. Because of what Garuru did for me. He'd break if I faked my death. It isn't an option to choose Natsumi. But if it's a matter of the heart Natsumi will always win." Giroro talked to himself.

"She always wins." He whispered thinking of his warrior princess.

He sat down in the grass. He had to think long and hard. But he didn't have long. So he could only think hard. It was something he had never really done before, thinking hard about anything. It wasn't a skill he was good at.

Natsumi always won over his heart. He had sacrificed the invasion many times for her. He had even fought his brother for her.

But Natsumi doesn't love me. And it's just wishful thinking to think that she might. I don't know for certain that she'll ever become interested in me. If I stayed just for her, who knows if it would actually mean anything to her? Giroro reminded himself. He was thinking of this as if he was doing Natsumi a favor.

Sure he knew she had hated the invasion, but he didn't know if she wanted him to stay. And asking her directly would just make new problems. If she said she wanted him to stay after all he would do it, no questions asked and he'd ruin so much that Garuru worked for.

That and even if she asked him to stay she might still not love him. He would be waiting for them to get together and it would never happen. She was a human. She didn't like him. Those were the facts.

She's strong enough to protect herself too. She doesn't need me around protecting her and feeding her sweet potatoes. Giroro reminded himself. She didn't need him. She had never needed him. That was why he had fallen in love with her after all, because she was stronger than him.

He stood up. He had made his choice.

"There's a first time for everything." He turned his back on Dororo, "It's time to choose Keron over Natsumi."

Dororo nodded. "I hope...I hope you don't regret that choice."

"I can't. After all I've regretted choosing Natsumi over the invasion so many times. So choosing Keron for once must be the right choice. I will be a proud Keron soldier. And I'll be with Garuru." Giroro nodded.

Family was more important. He loved Natsumi and although he wished she was his family she wasn't. She would have done the same if she was in his position. He knew this. They were alike.

"Good-bye, Dororo. I hope you're happy on Pekopon with Koyuki. Look after Natsumi for me." Giroro requested.

"I will." Dororo promised.

The ship arrived. There were no last minute mind changes. Dororo's body was discovered by the keronians who were picking them up.

"No!" Zoruru cried dropping to the ground.

"You must have really liked him." Pururu comforted.

"I can't believe someone killed him before me." Zoruru made this weird sound that was like a half sniffle. Since he only had one nostril it was near impossible. "I...I had dreams to dance on his grave..."

"Uhh...I don't think you can dance, Zoruru." Pururu reminded.

"Shut up." Zoruru snarled. His inability to dance had nothing to do with his condition. He was just a bad dancer. And he was always bitter about it.

Keroro and Fuyuki hugged in the background saying their good-byes. Kululu gave Saburo plenty of years worth of magical ink.

Momoka and Tamama rubbed each others heads. Everybody said their good-byes.

"So...You're really leaving?" Natsumi asked Giroro.

Giroro nodded.

Natsumi bit her lip. Asking him to stay wouldn't do any good. And he's under no obligation to follow my wishes. There's nothing I can give him that Keron can't. She wanted Giroro to stay. She was okay with Keroro leaving, but Giroro was something that she didn't know what life would be like without. "G-good-bye I guess then." Instead of telling him this she instead tried to put up a tough front. "Hopefully your next invasion goes better than this one."

Giroro frowned for a moment as if waiting for her to say anything, give him any clue that she wanted him to stay. Any at all. "Yeah...I hope so too." He nodded.

It wasn't happening. And because the two of them couldn't face their feelings they turned away from each other. Natsumi let him wave and enter the ship.

"Good-bye, Natsumi. It was fun to fight with you." Giroro nodded.

"Kind of fun to fight with you too." Natsumi smiled. She leaned down and gave him one hug. It wasn't long, but it was tender. But she had the strength to let go.

The four keronians walked onto the ship and waved to their friends. The invasion of Pekopon had ended.

It was over.

Please review! Yay the prologue part is finally over. Next chapter will be them on Keron, five or seven years later.