Wanted to get to the actual part in the chapter summary. So I continued writing.

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Yet again mostly kurumois. Some sexual situations mentioned.

7 Years Later on Keron

7 Pekoponian years had passed. Sure it had been a lot more Keronian years, but because of the large lifespans of Keronians, Kululu barely could tell. It just felt like 7 years.

He was much too used to Pekopon.

"Ku." Kululu typed on the keyboard of his computer. Although a desk job wasn't as exciting as being a front line soldier it was a lot easier and less risky than his previous job. It was nice to be part of headquarters and be relaying the orders like he was part of mission control.

He knew plenty of other keronians who were his new co-workers. Some were friendly, some tried to inspire him with their skills as a boss, and some were tired of his antics. After all, even after 7 years Kululu was a hardcore jerk.

The previous memories of leaving Pekopon was just that. Just memories. His time with the Keroro platoon had just been a small bump in his life.

It was hard to get used to Garuru as the emperor. Kululu remembered. His old mentor figure or babysitter which was a lot more of a demeaning word was the emperor of Keron. Although Kululu sometimes fell back into old habits and pranked Garuru they had a relationship based on mutual respect.

After all, Kululu was well known as a hero. Not only because of the media recognition because of his time in the Keroro Platoon, but because of his amazing reality defying inventions as well.

Ku, ku, ku. Although if you knew me on a personal basis you would hate me. Kululu reminded. After all he was still the biggest jerk around. He got his work done on time and well, but it wasn't much more than that. And he made sure to make his new co-workers lives a personal hell for them so he didn't have that many personal relationships with his new co-workers.

They once invited him out to drink with them and he managed to switch all the alcohol with a substance of liquid chili peppers. Everybody's tongue was burning for days.

He hadn't been invited out since.

Kululu's life was happy. It was more than perfect. He had a large house, good pay and freedom to come and go as he pleased. It was as comfortable as he could have wanted. It was everything he could have wanted from his time on Pekopon.

Not only that but the biggest perk by far was that he didn't have to work with idiots like Keroro. He only ever saw his old platoon once a pekoponian year, they liked to keep on their old calendar, so he didn't have to put up with them.

It was nice to be away from the Keroro Platoon. In fact he didn't really have contact with anyone from Pekopon besides Saburo. As promised he had continued talking to him over instant messaging, making sure to keep informed on what was going on. It steadied his mind, made him feel less lonely without Saburo's friendship.

Angol Mois however was a different matter entirely. Despite his promise to call or text her he had immediately gotten a new phone and email address when he returned to Keron. He concluded that likely she didn't have this contact information and he didn't make the effort to send it to her.

A few times he had attempted to write a text message with the words 'Hi' or 'How was your day?' something simple like that. But he had quickly deleted it.

She wasn't his co-worker anymore. They weren't the tech team. The only reason for their friendship was gone. So he assumed that it wouldn't mean that much if he contacted her.

Really I was afraid. Kululu recalled. He was incredibly insecure when it came to relationships with other people. He never attempted them for fear of them going sour. And Angol Mois had fallen into the same sort of dilemma of being too afraid to start anything like a real friendship. His mind had been filled with unnatural anxiety and second-guessing of every possible thing that could go wrong.

So he had never contacted her. Ever. He didn't even really remember his promise to keep in touch and he doubted she had cared. He probably wasn't that big of a deal to her.

He sighed as he closed his laptop and packed up for the day. Angol Mois was always a funny subject to think about. All logic and reason about her told him that over time he would start forgetting about her, thinking about her less, that even his fear of her would lesson and his nightmares about her sparkly eyes.

But none of that ever happened. His thoughts, his feelings, they didn't lessen at all over time. Instead there was this new empty feeling without her. And missing her just got worse and worse as time went on. He just started feeling more empty and none despite the fact that they hadn't spoken in years.

The first month was definitely the worst. He remembered. And he had prepared for that. He had known the first month without her would be the one where he was the most irrational.

During the first transitional month he had taken out his frustrations on his new co-workers, making most of them terrified of him. Although he didn't regret any of that, what he did regret was how drunk he had been. He would constantly go out at nights to drink in hopes of forgetting his time on Pekopon and forgetting the good and bad parts.

He wanted it all gone. He didn't want to feel numb. All he wanted to do was forget.

Eventually the anger at mostly himself had faded and he had managed to cut down the drinking to a completely normal amount. Time kept going on and he got more used to life without Mois.

Eventually Kululu stopped looking to his side waiting for her to hand him something or forgetting that she wasn't there. He would stop getting weird looks when he would accidentally ask Mois for something at his desk.

She was no longer there and he accepted that. He'd never see her again. But things hurt. He still felt extremely empty without her smile.

He wanted her to stare at him. Just once again. He just wanted her to be there.

But he wasn't depressed or anything like that. He had accepted his choices and stood by them, and he was now trying to cope with them. The best remedy he had found for his loneliness without Mois was not to talk to someone like Saburo but to have a small picture of her on his desk.

Something he of course flipped downward whenever a co-worker was passing. They couldn't think he had feelings or something dumb like that. But he liked looking at her when he was alone and feeling like she was smiling at him instead of the camera that he had asked her to smile into.

He held his picture, one of his most precious objects. All his Angol Mois pictures were precious, although he still felt that keeping the photograph on his desk was a dumb thing to do. He had tried to trash it several times but had always given in and retrieved it desperately. It was like a curse. It always kept coming back.

"Night, Mois." He flipped the picture downward as he left his office. It would be back for him in the morning.

And he'd come back to a life that was comfortable and everything he should want but didn't.

"Are you available to come to a meeting involving Pekopon tonight?" One of Kululu's bosses asked as Kululu was heading out.

"Pekopon?" Kululu asked curiously. "I'm free, but what's the issue?" Pekopon wasn't something that was brought up in official meetings much. Sure kids on the street asked him about it, but it wasn't usually part of official business.

"I think Sir Garuru requested all members of the Keroro Platoon to be at the meeting." Kululu's boss told him, "Apparently there's some issues going on over there."

Kululu's stomach clenched in pain and worry. Saburo was on Pekopon. And he was instantly worried for his friend's safety.

Last time we video chatted was last month...Saburo's life had gotten busy throughout the years although they continued to try to talk at least once a month Kululu hadn't gotten much recent news from Saburo. The last concern Saburo ever had was when he was crying over Natsumi dumping him.

Kululu had tried to cheer him up and told him that he was better than Natsumi anyway, but Saburo had just been annoyed that someone had broken up with him instead of the other way around. He had wondered if he had done something wrong and had a lot of worries and self doubts. Kululu had told him that he 'told him so' about Natsumi and then Saburo hadn't talked about it with him since.

"I'll be there." Kululu promised. "I'll go to the meeting immediately." He needed to know about what was going on in Pekopon. What was the bad news?

He hoped that Saburo was okay.

Kululu was lead into a conference room in headquarters by a secretary. Garuru wasn't yet there, but Kululu could see his old platoon sitting around the room. Giroro, Keroro, and Tamama.

He tried to keep contact to a minimal with them. He only ever talked to them at parties once a year. But they all looked like they still were rather good friend.

"So Keroro, have any ideas what's going on?" Giroro asked gruffly. He still talked in a close tone with Keroro.

Obviously they stayed in contact. They were friends before Pekopon so they'd stay friends after Pekopon. Kululu reminded himself. He felt a twinge of jealousy that his platoon mates had left him out of the loop of their bonding. They didn't see surprised to see each other at all after all.

"Oh Kululu!" Keroro waved, "It's been a while. At least two pekoponian years, right? You were sick at the last party."

More like playing sick. Kululu frowned. He didn't like his old platoon much but he still felt jealous that he wasn't included in their bonding sessions. He had noticed at the last barbecue that they had all been meeting without him and had been making a point to keep things in whispers so he wouldn't know about it.

"Yep. Sick. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu laughed.

"So...No ideas what's going on?" Giroro asked again. He pounded a fist on the table. "I just want to make sure Pekopon –Natsumi is okay!" He looked like he was frightened for Natsumi's sake.

"Geez, you're still pining after her even after seven years of no contact? Pathetic. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu hypocritically mocked.

Giroro was startled a moment at the old wound of Natsumi, he then growled, changing the subject. "The best thing about leaving Pekopon was not having to work with you anymore."

"I would say it was the worst thing. I mean I had years of black mail that I have no use for anymore. Ku. Sad." Kululu laughed.

Keroro tried to get them to stop fighting. "Guys, guys! It's not Pekopon anymore. Let's act professional. Garuru didn't tell me anything about what was going on and neither did any leaders." He still had the keron star so he was very high in the ranks.

"I hope Momocchi is okay." Tamama frowned, "She'll be okay, right Keroro?" He held Keroro's hand and waited for reassurance.

"Of course she will be. I bet she and Fuyuki are on some sort of romantic date right now." Keroro reassured.

Tamama sighed in relief. He nuzzled up to Keroro's chest.

"You...You have contact with Pekopon, right, Kululu?" Giroro asked narrowing his eyes. Kululu was the only one out of all of them who had news about Pekopon. "Do you still talk to Saburo regularly?"

"Yep. I still know about what's happening on Pekopon." Kululu felt powerful because of his information. He had something that none of them had. "But I've heard nothing about anything going on in Pekopon. I'm just as in the dark as the rest of you. Ku, ku, ku."

Giroro frowned, "And is he...Still dating Natsumi?" He asked. The last bit of news about Pekopon that he had gotten was that Natsumi and Saburo had started dating. He had said things were fine as he punched a tree down.

"They broke up." Kululu said simply, "Apparently Natsumi dumped him."

Giroro's eyes lit up. "...Really?"

"They broke up years ago. It's old news." Kululu shrugged and sat down.

Giroro did a fist-pump. He looked gleeful about this news.

"Calm down. There's plenty of other boys out there. I'm sure Natsumi is with some other normal pekoponian boy by now. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu tried to make Giroro miserable just because.

Giroro's smile fell. "I...I know. I hope she's happy. And safe." He wondered how much she had changed and grown. Did she have a family now?

He didn't want to think about that sort of stuff.

"Did...Did you get any news about Do—D..." Keroro finished. He could say Dororo's name. He didn't want to clue anyone off that Dororo was alive, so they had just called Dororo by the name D to refer to him.

Despite Keroro's forgetfulness he had always remembered Dororo and was desperate for any news on his last platoon member.

Kululu shook his head.

Keroro frowned.

"It's all right. I'm sure he's happy, babe." Tamama rubbed Keroro's back and put his other hand on his high thigh. A bit to close to Keroro's crotch for Kululu's comfort.

He didn't want to watch this. He felt like vomiting instead.

"Um...?" Maybe he had missed something, but when did Tamama ever call Keroro babe? Sure he had been out of touch with his ex-platoon mates, but Tamama being with Keroro was something that was never supposed to happen. It was always supposed to be unsuccessful.

After all Keroro liked Gundam models. Not boys. Not even Kululu had an inkling or suspicion that Keroro had anything going with Tamama, or any interest at all in him.

"Did I miss something or...?" He looked between Keroro and Giroro, waiting for someone to inform him. Giroro didn't look like he was weirded out. "They're acting weird!" He pointed and jeered.

"Dude. It's normal." Giroro laughed, "Be supportive."

"Maybe I forgot to tell him that we're together?" Keroro tilted his head.

"You're...Together?" Kululu was trying to process the fact that people could actually have happy relationships and that his old sergeant was now dating Tamama of all people, the jealous salty private. "But he's Tamama." Kululu tried to point out, "Don't you remember what he was like? He's jealous, salty and has no redeemable qualities. Ku!"

Tamama glared at him and stuck out his tongue. "Keroro and I are happy." To demonstrate this he stepped into Keroro lap and sat in it to just further sicken Kululu.

"Things are different than Pekopon." Keroro explained and smiled, "Tamama's no longer my private. We aren't in a platoon together. I made sure to go by everything in the book when he confessed to me. It's all legal and okay by the public. It's a completely equal relationship. I even double checked with Garuru that I wasn't doing anything illegal or dangerous by dating an ex-platoon member."

Tamama frowned to himself. "Yeah...Cuz you really had to make sure that at any costs this wasn't a dangerous love affair." He sighed. It didn't look like things were totally happy. Tamama seemed a tiny bit bitter that his dreams weren't exactly as he pictured them.

"Yep! I want to make up to you for all the times I didn't pay attention to you on Pekopon and be as supportive of a boyfriend as I can be." Keroro smiled proudly.

Tamama frowned again deeply. "But wouldn't it be so much sexier if we were keeping it a secret and banging in that closet over there?"

Keroro tuned him out. "He's silly sometimes."

Kululu made fake gagging noises. He couldn't imagine Keroro and Tamama being happy. It was weird. "So...You like guys? I mean I always kind of thought you liked nobody. You always seemed oblivious about sex and romance." Kululu pointed out.

Giroro glared at him. "Don't be rude."

"Nope, I'm 100% gay. I'm surprised you didn't catch on. Guess I outsmarted the genius Kululu of all people!" Keroro smiled proudly.

"N-no you didn't!" Kululu frowned.

"I did! I'm smarter than Kululu!" Keroro grinned.

"Don't get carried away-" Kululu said quickly.

The door opened and Garuru walked in. The antics and teasing stopped as he sat down.

"I'm glad you're all here." He glanced over at Tamama and Keroro since Tamama was sitting in Keroro's lap.

Keroro blushed and scooted Tamama out although Tamama seemed unhappy at the fact that they weren't doing something that nobody else liked.

Garuru tapped some papers that had some notes on them. "I'm sure you've heard why I've gathered you here. There's trouble on Pekopon."

The laughing stopped as everybody paled. So it was bad news that Garuru was telling them.

"W-what trouble?" Giroro asked.

"I'm sure you're all familiar with Pekopon's sin count. The planet was so polluted with sin that the Angols had to waste as much time as possible trying to convince the planet to either change their ways or be destroyed. You encountered the angolian messenger that was sent to destroy the planet during your invasion, I believe." Garuru explained.

This bad news has something to do with Mois, doesn't it? The name Angolian and even the subject of Mois had never come up during Kululu's time on Keron. Not even during the parties with his platoon mates had Mois's name come up from anything other than Tamama's mouth as he was bad mouthing her. It was like nobody else remembered her except for Tamama and him.

"Yes, we encountered the angolian messenger and stopped her from destroying the planet." Keroro agreed, "Did she go back there and try to destroy things? Is Fuyuki okay?" He looked concerned.

Garuru shook his head. "The opposite. She hasn't destroyed the planet at all. Usually Angolians destroy planets with such high sin counts like Pekopon. It's dangerous to have those sort of planets around. But because of your efforts Pekopon wasn't destroyed."

Keroro and Giroro high-fived and cheered. "We saved the planet!"

So...She didn't ever go back. Kululu realized. Pekopon was fine. Mois hadn't returned to it. He tried to loosen his grip on the table.

"That however is coming back to bite us in the butt." Garuru confessed.

"He said butt, Tamama." Keroro giggled with his boyfriend.

Tamama giggled too.

Garuru glared.

"It turns out that planets with that much sin, if not destroyed, become infested with a virus. The core of Pekopon is leaking out its sin in the form of miasma that infects the victims with a highly contagious disease which kills them in an incredibly slow and painful way. It's excruciatingly terrible." Garuru confessed.

"So the pekoponian inhabits are-" Keroro became frightened.

"You held this meeting for ideas." Kululu realized, "Well I suggest we drill down to the core and substitute it with a false core without the virus-"

"It's not something that can be fixed with science. And it's not the literal core. It's the core of the planet's sin. Everything about the planet, the people, the animals, the plants. That's the core. Everything." Garuru told them. "The inhabitants aren't infected yet. There have been a few recorded deaths in the Western countries but not many."

Everybody was shaking in fright.

Garuru sighed, "Usually planets don't get these diseases because they are disposed of before it's too late. However that didn't happen this time. What concerns me is not the pekoponians lives but the safety of Keron. This disease is highly infectious. The planet just existing could let this disease spread throughout the universe and eventually we would catch it. And our people would all die."

"This isn't public news yet, is it?" Giroro realized.

Garuru shook his head. "We don't want to cause a panic. Travel hasn't stopped to Pekopon yet, the tourism industries don't see the problem, but other aliens are sure to bring the disease to us."

"What do you want us to do?" Tamama was shaking. "What can we do if this is so bad?"

"Did you want ideas for a solution? Our advice for what Pekopon is like? Or did you want us to suggest helping our pekoponian friends?" Kululu asked.

Garuru shook his head. "I brought you here for one purpose that you all would be skilled in. I need you to attend negotiations with Angol and convince them to destroy the planet so that the disease dies. It will die once the planet is gone."

Everybody was silent for a moment. They knew what would happen if Pekopon was destroyed. Their friends would die. But at the same time, their friends and the whole universe might die if Angol didn't destroy Pekopon.

They all looked at one another. It was mostly Keroro's fault that Pekopon hadn't been destroyed. He had been the one to convince Mois to stop.

"I'll go." Kululu was the first to volunteer. What did I just say? He realized. He had spoken without thinking.

For some reason fear and worry wasn't clouding his mind. Like the pathetic person he was all he was thinking about one thing.

Mois might be there at the negotiations. I thought I'd never see her again. But...I could see her. Would he be brave enough to face her after all this time? Would things change between them? Would he be able to make them more than co-workers after realizing how much he needed her in his life?

Would she be happy to see him?

I could fix things. I could put us back at what we used to be. Start a casual friendship again. Or just talk to her. He was desperate. He would be happy to just talk to her for a few minutes.

He knew it was terrible what was happening to Pekopon but the opportunity it gave him made him happy.

"That's...Very nice of you." Garuru frowned, "But it was actually Keroro specifically who I wanted to go to the negotiations."

"Me?" Keroro looked startled.

Kululu frowned. He had been just brushed aside!

"Yes, because of your bond with the angolian you are ideal. You two were very close after all. I believe she even might have had romantic feelings for you?" Garuru recalled, "You were with her a lot when she was a child. We could use that to get on the angolians good side."

"Mois liked me?" Keroro was confused. Apparently he hadn't been told.

"Nooo! Don't go!" Tamama cried, "What if that woman steals you away from me?" He was being just as jealous as normal. "You'll go all gooey eyed for her sweetness and then I'll lose you!" Tamama frowned, "But I won't let that happen. I'll just have to smack her dumb face-" He was smiling as if he enjoyed more than anything being jealous of Mois and having to fight against her for Keroro.

Maybe that was what he enjoyed about Keroro and it was bringing back the sex appeal to their dull relationship, Kululu observed.

"Don't worry." Keroro reassured, "I won't touch her at all. I'll act as cold as possible if it would make you feel better about it. I don't want you to have to be jealous." Keroro frowned. "And we can talk about your jealousy when we get home in a healthy manner and talk things through."

"Yeah, cuz I would hate to be jealous." Tamama rolled his eyes. "Stop being supportive of this! Make me jealous, try to get my attention by making me jealous! That's what you're supposed to do!"

Keroro looked confused. "But..That doesn't make sense. I thought you didn't want me to be near Mois...So I should be nice to her?"

"That terrible woman! Trying to steal my man!" Tamama hissed, "I won't let her! I will have to bang you all night long and mark you as mine to make sure she knows you're mine!" Tamama proclaimed very turned on by this.

"I...I don't understand you." Keroro realized.

Garuru kind of avoiding eye contact with them. "I'm glad you'll meet with her. The negotiations will be in a week on our moon base. I'll get you a ship."

He got up and left. He was a busy guy.

Giroro was pale and sweating. He was the one thinking about the pekoponians the most, and Natsumi's life that was in danger. As soon as Natsumi's safety was in question everything except Natsumi flew out of his head.

"What are we going to do? I won't let Natsumi be destroyed with that planet." Giroro hissed, "I don't want the universe to die either but if it's a choice between the universe and Natsumi."

"You'd chose Natsumi. We know." Kululu tiredly glared.

"We need to evacuate our friends." Keroro told them taking control, "We have a week before the planet will be destroyed after all. And we have the money and materials I assume. Kululu can tell us where our friends are since he has contact with Saburo and he can hack into satellites..."

"Hey. I haven't agreed to anything." Kululu leaned back and put his feet on the table. Finally he had a bargaining chip. Sure he cared about Saburo's life but he wouldn't let the platoon know that. He'd use Saburo's life as a bargain if need be.

"You can't be that terrible can you?" Tamama asked, "It's our friends lives at stake!"

"Maybe I'll help, maybe I won't. After all I have work all next week and I have a good track record of being on time and responsible unlike you idiots. Ku, ku, ku. So I wouldn't be able to go anyway. But I could hypothetically speaking arrange the mission, the ships, the locations all from mission control. Ku, ku, ku."

Everybody was quiet as they looked at him. They held their breaths hopefully.

"What do you want?" Keroro finally asked, realizing that Kululu was blackmailing them for something.

"Oh, you think I want something?" Kululu asked mockingly. "Course I do. I'll help if you bring me to the negotiations with the angolians with you."

"But..." Keroro narrowed his eyes, "You're a big jerk...And I heard rumors, probably false of course, that you somehow scammed the king of terror. It would really throw a wrench in things if you came along."

"Not rumors. Fact." Kululu corrected proudly. "And it's your choice. We don't even know if the king of terror will the negotiator. Do you want to kill your pekoponian friends just so I won't tick off some angols?"

Keroro frowned. "No. Fine. I'll bring you." He agreed. He didn't really know why Kululu wanted to come along. It was probably some horrible reason. Like he wanted to be a jerk till the end to the Angols.

"Good." Kululu smiled, "And you have to promise to retrieve Saburo while you're on Pekopon."

"You always intended to help." Tamama glared, "You're a jerk."

"It's all in the name Kululu. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu grinned.

"Fine." Keroro shook his hand. Kululu smiled.

Soon, he'd be able to see Angol Mois again. He wondered what it would be like to see her after so long.

He couldn't help feeling excited.

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