The next chapter. I got pretty sleepy at the end.

Kululu and Angol Mois finally reunite.

The ship was small, but large enough that people could have their own conversations between each other and not eavesdrop.

Giroro of course awkwardly and very obviously, even though he tried not to be obvious stepped over to Natsumi, scooting closer and then closer again.

"So...Umm..." He cleared his throat. "Do you come here often?" He tried a classic pick-up line.

Natsumi gave him an odd incredulously look. "No? Once you guys left Fuyuki and I haven't been to space." She answered like it was obvious.

"Oh." Giroro wanted to face-palm. "You look tough. You've really grown into something beautiful. Not to say you weren't pretty before, but..." He waved his hands awkwardly. He was failing at this. He was failing badly.

All he wanted to do was flirt with Natsumi and he was doing a terrible job.

Despite his terrible attempts at trying to win Natsumi over, she giggled a bit, smiling.

"Um...Yeah! Yeah!" Giroro smiled.

"I forgot how incredibly awkward you were. It's good to know you haven't changed much." Natsumi smiled.

"...Awkward...?" Giroro looked shocked and slightly hurt.

"I just mean with back-tracking." Natsumi said quickly. "Uhhh...I just meant not that...Smooth." She winced a bit, "It's pretty clear that when you talk to me it's a new experience for you and you haven't done it before."

Giroro frowned. So he looked humiliating to Natsumi or something? "...Oh..."

"Not to say that's a bad thing!" Natsumi said quickly. Now she was the one who was back-tracking. "It's sweet. All your interactions are very genuine."

"Because they're awkward." Giroro narrowed his eyes and rephrased.

Natsumi frowned. He was hanging onto things. "Don't think about it too much. You're fine the way you are." She leaned down to pat him on the back.

Giroro smiled, "I'm glad that after all this time we're still friends."

Natsumi didn't pat his back. She stopped herself. She was quiet. Time might not have been that big of a deal to Giroro, but it was to Natsumi. And he had left for seven years.

That was too long for her.

"Let's talk about something else instead of us." Natsumi changed the subject.

Giroro frowned. But that was all he wanted to talk about. Them! Natsumi!

"I want to hear more about this virus and Pekopon's sin. How likely is it to spread?" Her voice was cold. Not curious.

It remained him of his brother Garuru. It was emotionless and cold despite severing herself from her mother. This older Natsumi was more rational, wanted the information before going into anything.

And although Giroro could respect that, he missed the reckless Natsumi, the one he had fallen in love with and met. She had changed to be slightly more mature and logical.

"What happened to your warrior spirit, Natsumi? Although I'm happy that you chose to come with us I would have thought you would try to fight against the sin of your planet and save your people like Koyuki?" Giroro asked.

Natsumi was a warrior. Always had been. It wasn't like her to throw in the towel.

Natsumi's eyes shined with a pain Giroro didn't recognize. Was it anger at him for asking? "Things change, Giroro. I can't be expected to shoulder the entire world's burdens. I tried that once. I was too proud and made a lot of mistakes."
"You did a great job..." Giroro tried to encourage her, "You protected the planet from us. You stopped our invasion!" He smiled. He didn't want Natsumi to be hurt. He never wanted her to be hurt.

"And because of that you left." Natsumi crossed her arms. "You all left." She frowned.

"I...I had to, Natsumi...I'm so-" Giroro tried to apologize but Natsumi stopped him. She put a finger to his lips and glared at him with her strong gaze. It was that warrior gaze that he had missed.

"There's no need for an apology. You didn't do anything wrong. You chose Keron and I chose Earth during every single one of you and the stupid frog's invasion attempts. I wouldn't have stopped you or chosen anything different." She told him.

"If there's no need for an apology then why are you so mad?" Giroro asked. He wanted to fix whatever he had done.

Natsumi turned around and left to go talk to Keroro. She didn't want to talk to Giroro any longer.

Fuyuki showed him pity and walked up to him. He could tell Giroro was still in love with his sister.

"It's not your fault. She's not mad at you." Fuyuki reassured, "She's mad at herself. This is really hard for her to have aliens back in her life."

"Who would be mad at Natsumi?" Giroro was confused. He couldn't even imagine Natsumi being mad at Natsumi.

"She missed you guys. But she put up a tough front and didn't beg you to stay like I did. I think she would have felt better about you guys leaving if she had been true to herself and done what she normally does, putting herself into something wholly and trying her hardest. That's what she did to protect the planet after all. But she didn't when you guys left. She couldn't face that she didn't want you to leave." Fuyuki frowned, "And ever since she hasn't put herself into much of anything."

Giroro frowned. I...I made the wrong choice to leave then. He had chosen Keron over Natsumi, and although he had been happy on Keron with his brother, he secretly wondered if he and Natsumi would have been married like Dororo and Koyuki if he had stayed.

He just wished he could make up for lost time.

Natsumi didn't look like she wanted to talk to him. But there was one person she was avoiding more than him. And he headed to the person that he also wanted to talk to.

Natsumi's ex- Saburo.

Giroro walked over to Saburo. "Hey."

"Hey." Saburo said himself, "Never expected you to talk to me again. Kind of thought you had forgotten about me."
"Couldn't forget about you." Giroro shook his head, "Even though I tried."

Saburo looked at him funnily. "Is this a love confession?" He asked oddly.

Giroro frowned. "Ick! No I'm talking about the nightmare that was my first kiss." He gagged. He and Saburo had kissed, and it was a memory he wished he could forget.

Saburo laughed. "Ha. I forgot about that!"

Giroro looked at him enviously.

"So what did you really want then?" Saburo asked, "I'm not going to repeat it." He teased.

"I can tell why you and Kululu were friends. You're just as much of a jerk as him." Giroro frowned.

Saburo faked hurt.

"I wanted to hear a bit more about your relationship with Natsumi, if you don't mind. Kululu told us that you were dating. And then he recently told us you broke up."

Saburo laughed, "We broke up a while ago! Five years ago actually."

Giroro frowned. Kululu had neglected to tell them that.

Saburo looked a bit regretful. He sat down. "I suppose I'll be nice to your noseyness. I'll tell you about it." He agreed, "The relationship was good while it lasted. We got together maybe a month after you guys last. Lasted for two years. It was my longest relationship to date so it's still an incredibly delicate wound to me."

Giroro frowned. He didn't want to think about Natsumi and Saburo being together that long. Maybe even living together. Kissing. It made him feel incredible jealous.

"It was nice maybe for the first month. She was all shy and really into me. But eventually the two of us realized that the only reason we were together was because we reminded each other of you guys. Our time with aliens. Our dates quickly revolved around only sharing funny keronian stories. All we did was talk about you." Saburo glanced at Giroro almost like he looked jealous.

Giroro was shocked. "M-me?"

"Well not you specifically. Sometimes Natsumi talked about you. A lot about you actually. But we talked about all the aliens. Even Mois." Saburo recalled. "And I was fine with a relationship that was only there for nostalgia's sake. But Natsumi-Eventually she couldn't take it, she realized it wasn't making her any happier. She dumped me on our anniversary." Saburo sighed.

Giroro winced. That sounded painful. But honestly he didn't have any sympathy for Saburo. He still didn't like him. Saburo must have done something to deserve it after all. Go Natsumi! He thought to himself.

"What was she like after she dumped you in the dirt?" Giroro asked.

"Dumped me. Just dumped me." Saburo corrected, "She started distancing herself from everyone who had aliens in their lives previously. She had realized you guys weren't coming back. It was over. You guys were only a remnant of her past and everything reminded her of you. So she left it." Saburo admitted.

Giroro felt so sad. "I shouldn't have left her all alone...It's all my fault." He said even though it really wasn't.

Fuyuki walked over hearing gossip about Natsumi. "What are you talking about?"

"Giroro's snooping about what happened to Natsumi." Saburo explained.

Fuyuki rubbed his hands together. He could explain. "After you guys left she simply felt she needed to grow up. And she thought cutting off all her childhood friends would help her with that." He shook his head. "It must be super hard for her to go to space. She never wanted to be in space after all, but it's probably a lot more appealing to her than you guys leaving again."

Giroro felt so sorry for Natsumi.

"He doesn't want to hear about her angst." Saburo laughed, "He wants dirt into her relationships! How many guys did she date after me, Fuyuki?"

"I...I do not!" Giroro defended, "But...Uhhh, go on Fuyuki." He requested.

Fuyuki looked awkward. "A lot of guys. Natsumi had a slew of a lot of bad relationships. Don't know who many of them were. I think I heard the most recent one was rather nice though." He smiled, "I thought they'd get married or something. I actually met him."

Giroro frowned. Well, that guy was dying with the rest of Pekopon.

"But she dumped him. Apparently he just wanted to start a family and didn't love her. He just saw her as a baby making machine or something." Fuyuki shrugged, "She wasn't ready. She said she didn't love him and didn't want to settle down."

Giroro frowned. If only he had been there. I could have prevented all the bad relationships. By advising Natsumi against them and slowly trying to win her over. I would have gotten to her heart eventually, right?

He walked over to Natsumi who was looking out a window. "I wish we had stayed in touch. But things are better now. I won't leave again." Giroro tried to tell her.

He couldn't see Natsumi's face. "And how do I know that? I'm sure you've got some important job to do." She scooted away from him.

He realized it wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him. She was afraid. She was afraid he would leave again.

I'll fix things. I promise Natsumi. I will do anything in my power to reassure you that I am here for good. Giroro smiled.

Deciding to go into something fully made it all the more easier.

Koyuki woke up around the same time Momoka did. Momoka wasn't nearly as mad as Koyuki.

Momoka didn't want to die after all. She just wanted to be responsible. If it was out of her hands it was out of her hands.

"Why did you do that, Dororo?" Koyuki snapped. "That wasn't your choice to make!"

"I wasn't going to leave you. And I knew it was unsafe to stay." Dororo told his wife as he sat next to her.

"If you wanted to leave you should have told me. We could have talked about it-" They had been so good at talking about their issues. But things had become increasingly stressful at the sadness at their inability to conceive a child together.

They kept trying so hard. And although Koyuki knew Dororo didn't think it was her fault, she also knew Dororo was blaming himself for the problem and feeling responsible to try to fix any problem that they faced instead of talking about it, because he wanted to do something right for once. He was way too stressed.

"Pekopon is going to explode. There's nothing to talk about. There was no discussion to have. It was a lost cause." Dororo told her. He held her hand. He was sad too. "I loved Pekopon." He confessed.

"Is...Is the lost cause a metaphor...Like...Us?" Koyuki whispered.

Dororo shook his head. "No! No!" He kissed her cheeks. "We're not a lost cause. Our child isn't a lost cause." He touched her abdomen. His eyes grew soft like he could already imagine a child being there.

He wanted to be a daddy. He couldn't wait. "I...I tried to save us because we have a future together. And I don't want us to die. We have too much to live for. We need to survive."

He neglected to mention his terrifying fear of a disease.

Koyuki hugged him. She understood. "We'll go to Keron then. And we'll have a future. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. At least we can see Kululu now." She smiled.

Dororo nodded. Koyuki was always understanding. "Have I told you I love you yet today?"

"Yep. Three I love you's a day keep a healthy relationship." Koyuki grinned. She pulled down Dororo's mask briefly to kiss him. She was no longer mad.

"I'm sorry, Koyuki." Dororo apologized anyway. It was easier to ask forgiveness than permission sometimes.

Koyuki nodded.

They landed on Keron.

"So what's the plan?" Tamama asked. "Where are we hiding them?" He glanced at Keroro.

"Kululu should have already arranged that." Keroro told him, "He told us to meet him here."

"Hey!" Kululu waved and walked forward. "I managed to agree Karara to go for it. She's willing to hide the pekoponians in her mansion."

"What did you do to manage to let her do that?" Giroro asked suspiciously.

"Threatened to tell Taruru that she used to like me of all people. Ku, ku, ku. I used black mail of course. What did you think I did? Seduce her or something?" Kululu asked.

Giroro wouldn't have put it past him. Black mail sounded like something Kululu would have more fun doing though. And now that Karara was in a happy relationship with Taruru she wasn't as flirtatious.

"Kululu. Nice to see you face-to-face again!" Saburo waved and ran forward.

"Good to see you too." Kululu nodded. He hadn't ever thought he'd see Saburo again. He turned away done with the conversation.

"Oh stop that. Don't I at least get a hug?" Saburo asked.

"I'm not a huggy guy-" Kululu protested. But Saburo had already picked him up and hugged him.

"I missed you, buddy. It's nice to see that you're the same as always." Saburo grinned.

"You haven't matured either." Kululu teased. "And pekoponians mature at a faster rate than keronians-"

Saburo rolled his eyes. Kululu was a pain in the butt. "So where's Mois? Thought she was going to destroy home. Man, I called up every person I owed rent to to meet me at my house...I can't wait for her to blow up the planet."

"You did?" Kululu asked, "Nice. But man, get your own scam. Ku, ku, ku. I don't like copy cats."

"Just taking after you." Saburo smiled, "But really where is Mois?"

"Kululu and I were going to go negotiate with her, or at least some angolian. Might not be Mois." Keroro reminded. "Hopefully it's Mois because she's more likely to agree."

"Yeah. And we were going to leave for that conference...Oh, I don't know, now?" Kululu let himself drop out of Saburo's arms. "Come on. Let's go."

Keroro nodded.

Kululu and him left on a separate ship while the pekoponians settled in.

Kululu knew he should be thinking about his reunion with Saburo but it had been solid. There wasn't anything more to think about it had been satisfying and there was no more needed to it.

His mind was still on the negotiations with the Angols. It had constantly been on that. He hated to admit that Keroro was right, but he didn't actually know if Mois would be the Angol there.

Luckily the percent chance that she would be there was pretty high. After all there weren't that many angols to his knowledge.

Still he hoped desperately that he could see Mois after all this time. To assure that their relationship wouldn't be rocky in the least bit and she wouldn't be bitter about him not contacting her and she would happily let him back into her life to just attempt to talk to her he had made a speech and recited it, editing it for hours.

He had actually done that instead of really help Keroro's efforts to retrieve the pekoponians. He had claimed he was having some trouble hacking files but really he was just busy.

Hopefully things are fine. He probably didn't even have to say that much. Mois was always the patient type, the type to forgive.

The first thing that would happen when she saw him was that she would probably scoop him up in her arms and reassure him that it was fine that he hadn't contacted her or talked to her, that she understood and she forgave him. And then all his worries would melt away.

That was just the type of person Mois was. She melted all of Kululu's worries away.

Hopefully I can say the speech. It wasn't really a speech. Just kind of what he had been up to and questions for her of what she had been up to. But it started with the confession that he had missed her and how much he had realized that he needed her in his life. And he hoped he could let those words come out.

Keroro parked their ship and he and Kululu got out and walked into a fancy building where peace talks and negotiations usually took place. An oval shaped table was in a large room where several keronians were sitting. There was a chair in front of where the one angol would be, ganging up on by several keronians including Keroro and Kululu.

"Nice to see you." Keroro's father was one such keronian who had been asked to be at the negotiations. He shook his son's hand.

Keroro smiled. "It's my dad." He told Kululu.

"I know." Kululu rolled his eyes. He briefly wondered if Keroro's father knew about his relationship with Tamama, he decided not to bring it up. He didn't want to risk Keroro's anger at him in such an important moment.

The doors swung open and to Kululu's surprise and glee Angol Mois walked in. She had been the Angol that had been sent on the negotiations.

He grinned broadly as he saw her. She looked so much similar to how he remembered her. The only thing that had really changed was the fact that she had changed her bloomers into sleek white shorts and that her hair was slightly longer instead of short.

7 years and that was all that had changed.

Angol Mois scanned the crowd of keronians, for a moment her and Kululu's gaze met.

Should I look down? Meet her gaze? What should I do? Kululu panicked. Should he smile? He waited for her to smile at him to signal that she recognized him that he was something special, or something at all.

But she didn't. She just sat down on her small chair.

"We had that specially made for you." A keronian spoke up. "Since normal chairs won't fit someone of your size. Is it comfortable enough?"

"I prefer the chairs on Angol." Mois admitted, "But it'll do." She bowed for a moment.

"Shall we start the meeting?" She asked, acting professional.

"Yes." Keroro's father agreed, collecting his papers.

"My name is Angol Mois." Angol Mois greeted, "I am the elected delegate to be at these negotiations and Angol's princess. When my father decides, I will inherit his throne."

I thought Angol didn't have princesses. Kululu nudged Keroro lightly with his arm. He wasn't going to point out this obvious detail. He coughed a bit and waited for Keroro to say something.

Keroro simply didn't know enough about Angol to ask about it.

"I though Angol didn't have princesses." A different keronian asked. Apparently they knew a bit about Angol.

"They do now." Angol Mois frowned. "After I returned to Angol after my stay on Pekopon it was the first official act I did. And I am a princess god darn it." She glared and crossed her arms.

Kululu smiled despite himself. She's the same as always. She's so cute. He leaned on his hand hoping he wasn't looking like he was swooning over her. Luckily it didn't look like she was looking at him.

"Now, may I have the official declaration of why you wanted to have this meeting?" Mois asked sweetly crossing her legs and looking at the council as if they were her interviewers.

She wasn't even giving Keroro or Kululu a passing glance.

Kululu already felt all the old bits of his crush coming back. Like a flood he was being drowned in just her presence. Her eyes, her voice...It all affected him. Every little bit of it.

He still loved her deeply.

"As you know Pekopon's sin count is terrible high. They've started emitting miasma and the people are sure to start dying and be infected by disease. There's a danger of the disease spreading to the rest of the universe. But you should know this that the universe is in danger. After all you were sent to destroy the planet." Keroro's father explained.

Mois smiled sweetly and continued nodding.

"We wanted to ask that you destroy Pekopon as soon as possible. We can not put off its destruction any longer." Keroro's father begged. He gestured for Keroro to step forward. "Take it away." He whispered to his son. "Appeal to her."

"Mois." Keroro smiled and waved. "Pekopon was a great place. We made a lot of memories there. You must remember all the time we spent together. We had a lot of fun, didn't we?" He smiled and paused to let her recall.

"You've always been like a niece to me." Keroro grinned, "And I really need a favor, so would you do me a solid?" He asked her like he wasn't a diplomat and she was just a friend.

It was a good tactic. Just acting friendly.

Mois smiled sweetly again, "Keroro." She didn't call him Uncle any longer, perhaps it was because she was speaking the keronian language instead of pekoponian. Maybe the words didn't translate the same. "All I ever wanted was to destroy Pekopon."

Keroro clapped, "That's great so you'll do it?"

"But." Mois spoke loudly. She didn't want to be cut off, "You stopped me multiple times." Her voice carried over a hint of bitterness. But she quickly hid it. "I of course, listened to you, respecting the treaty between our worlds." Mois smiled again, "I gave you multiple 'favors' like this, doing a lot more in our relationship than you ever did for me." She reminded.

Keroro winced. So things weren't going as well as he thought. He had kind of hoped Mois would have been the same as always. Rather spineless. "Mois...Please..." He dropped down to his knees, begging now. No, pleading pathetically. After all it had worked with DK66, "Make a case to the other angols. We're friends Mois. I'm good with the angols. They like me. It might hurt the entire universe if you don't destroy Pekopon. You wouldn't want that, right?" Keroro pleaded, "I would be hurt."

Mois looked down at his crying body coldly. "The angolians have already made their decision."

"We're your ally, Mois! Keron is your ally! You're obligated to help-" Keroro tried to negotiate.

"Keron might be our ally, but we're not obligated to fight your battles for you." Mois shook her head. She had a sort of poise and grace that only a ruler had. "My father has sent me here to send a message that we will not be destroying Pekopon."

"You...You can't just leave Pekopon to crumble!" Keroro cried, "We'll all die."

Mois rolled her eyes like that was obvious. Like a prophet she stood up and twirled her lucifer spear. Several keronians stepped back in fear. "I know a lot about this virus and the sin level of Pekopon. After all this was what I was trying to prevent. And I predict that as you fear this virus will spread. It will infect the entire universe." She smiled almost wickedly, "And after you all perish the universe will start again with a nice clean slate. Us angolians have seen it happen before. We've been there when you ruin yourselves time and time again. Life will exist. You will not."

Everyone was speechless. All the keronians mouths were hanging open aghast.

"You have to change your mind-" Some pleaded.

"Please go to your father, beg him for us!" Another asked, frightened.

Mois shook her head and stood rigidly.

A general stood up. She was purple with sort of viking horns. "Traitor!" She accused, "You're a traitor to Keron! You grew up here if you remember." She snarled, "We took you in when nobody else would. We gave you solace when the whole universe was afraid of you- hated you! And you're just going to leave us to die?" She asked angrily.

Mois didn't look like she was brought to any sympathy. "I'm not a Keronian." She told them, "And I never have been." She reminded. "I might have aided you for a while, specifically Keroro, but I'm loyal to the Angolians. The Angols. We're primarily different species with different values." Her gaze hadn't shifted off of the middle of the room, barely glancing over to Keroro, but Kululu could see her gaze flicker over him for a second before quickly snapping back to the general.

"I'm done doing what everybody else tells me to do! I no longer want to please others." Mois frowned, "Someday I will be the ruler of Angol and for the last seven hundred keronian years, or seven years in pekoponian time as Keroro remembers," She believed that Keroro couldn't figure out how to calculate the proper years again, "I have been learning how to rule Angol and be assertive. And I will cut off all those who might harm me or threaten me." She glared at the general. She smiled a bit proudly of herself. "And that might very well be Keron. So Keron will not get the aid you so desperately need." Her mouth twisted in a cold grin.

Before Kululu could catch her she turned around, her cape twirling behind her. "I'll be leaving for Angol now after picking up some things. Good-bye."

As soon as she left, Keroro and Kululu glanced between each other and darted after her desperately.

They found Angol Mois sitting on a grassy field surrounded by flowers. Despite it being a moon. She looked solemn and quite and was just picking the flowers as if she wanted to bring them back with her to Angol.

God. She's so pretty. Darn it. Speech lost. Kululu cursed. Whatever he was going to tell Angol Mois had fluttered out of his head the moment he saw her and he was just a bundle of jittery nerves. He couldn't face her, he couldn't do it. He couldn't confess to his crimes of not contacting her.

He should just run for it. This was a mistake.

"She's so different. She acted so cold around me." Keroro whispered to Kululu, "Why is she so different?"

"People grow. People change. Whatever Mois you met on Pekopon, this might not be the same one." Kululu explained. That was true. This Mois was much more assertive and a natural ruler, she was calm and collected. Much different than her naive self.

Although Kululu was confident that she still had some of the same personality that she previously had, she still seemed to enjoy cute things like flowers, he didn't know how she cared for other people. Most importantly he realized he didn't know where he stood in her heart.

He felt a little lost. What if she treated him as coldly as she had treated Keroro? What if the reason she hadn't said hi was because she didn't even care about him?

What if she forgot about me? What if she doesn't even remember who I am? Kululu realized. Maybe he was making a big deal of their relationship for no reason and it wasn't as memorable to Mois. He started having all sorts of worst case scenario thoughts.

Stop panicking. You're Kululu. A confident jerk till the end. It doesn't matter if she doesn't care about you, because you're a jerk and you can take it. You're going to talk to her and negotiate. Kululu tried to remind himself.

Keroro headed up to Mois, and Mois finally looked up.

"You have to reconsider." Keroro scolded, "Come on, I'm sure you can get your Dad to change his mind if it's for me! He likes me!" Keroro reminded.

Mois played with one of the flowers in her hand.

"Please. I don't want the universe to die!" Keroro cried.

"No. I'm not going to get him to reconsider." Mois denied Keroro yet again, "We already went over this."
"It would benefit you to reconsider. Your duty and goal as an angolian is to destroy sin. Parts of your biology is probably begging for it." Kululu finally spoke and opened his mouth addressing Mois.

Instead of saying a simple hello, the first thing he did was start a lecture about the logic of why she should help. After all he knew a lot of science.

"The universe being a clean slate wouldn't benefit you at all. After all it would take a long time for life to start developing again and technology to get as advanced as it used to be. And one simple destruction job of Pekopon won't hurt anyone. Logically destroying Pekopon would be the most rational decision, benefiting the universe, you and the Angolian people. After all it just sounds childish to let us die because of Keroro's mistake in not letting you destroy the planet-" Kululu lectured.

Mois frowned at him. She was finally looking at him. But her gaze wasn't the usual soft expression of curiosity that she gave him. Of genuine interest in what he was doing. Instead it looked slightly hurt.

I talked to you. I did it. So what did I do wrong? Kululu wondered. He had just talked to her as if no time had passed between them. Wasn't that the right way to do things?

"You're going to jump into a lecture about logic instead of saying a simple hi or greeting?" Mois asked feeling offended.

"Uhhh...Hello?" Kululu tried to do what she was telling him.

Mois frowned, not taking his plea of patheticness. She sighed and looked away. "Appealing to what I want doesn't do any good, Kululu. Because you and I have always primarily wanted different things."

She said my name! She does remember me. Kululu tried not to look like he was to invested in this conversation as he hung onto and over-analyzed every word.

"We're two very different people. We've always been like night and day, opposites in personality and behavior." Mois reminded.

Kululu tried not to grin. So she did know what they were like.

"We're like good and bad. On Pekopon you were a big jerk and I was trying to please and help everybody." Mois recalled, "It's just that sometimes we find ourselves on different sides not working on the same team. And sometimes you're working for the side of good and I'm the side of evil. You try to preserve something to keep it existing and I try to destroy it."

Kululu frowned. What she said was true. He was trying to save the universe and she was trying to destroy it.

"We don't really want all that many different things." He tried to remind her, "We like some things the same. Like technology, we've both been really big on natural disasters..." Sure he was just listing things she liked, but he had a method to his madness. Really he just wanted to find out if her interests had changed or if she was the same Mois he had always known. "We both thirst for knowledge. I mean sure you have different interests than me like those sappy romance books, you desire a ton more friends and to help people, and you like things like flowers and cute animals, but deep down we are a lot alike. Not really opposite on anything more than the surface."

He waited for Mois to confirm or deny that she liked these things, or acknowledge that she felt the same. That they were the same. Or say something that she was happy Kululu felt that way.

"You don't know me as well anymore. I'm different." Mois tried to get him to stop psycho-analyzing her and listing out the things she liked.

"Oh so you don't like romance novels anymore? Cheesy movies?" Kululu asked.

"They're not cheesy!" Mois retorted.

Kululu grinned. He could still get under her skin.

"I mean...I was an outsider on Pekopon's culture. And those things aren't really things that are big on Angol...I've grown out of those." Mois obviously lied.

"Well I can tell you've grown out of Keroro. That doesn't really benefit the negotiations in anyway, but at least you've grown out of something." Kululu couldn't help being a bit of a jerk even though he was trying to get on Mois's good side.

Keroro shrugged. After all he hadn't even known Mois liked him before someone pointed it out. So not much was lost from her being over him.

"I know for a fact though that I still know you a bit." Kululu pointed out, "And that means I could probably appeal to your sense of logic to destroy Pekopon. After all, I know you would never grow out of your love for technology or how highly you think of our friendship."

He could make their friendship appear like a bargaining chip to Keroro, but really he was just fishing for answers. Did Mois still think of him as a friend? He desperately and almost frightfully wanted her to reassure him. To make all his doubts go away.

He was almost certain that she would. After all Mois always made his doubts just vanish.

Mois frowned at him. "I didn't know our friendship was something that high. After all it clearly didn't matter to you." She pointed out, clearly incredibly bitter.

Kululu gulped. Well, I guess everybody has their own emotions and feelings. I guess she did notice that I didn't contact her at all. He kind of hoped she hadn't realized that he had been avoiding contacting her.

"Well, umm..." Kululu tried to remember whatever speech filled with apologies he had. Trying to organize all his thoughts neatly like a computer file he tried to figure out what to say. But he just came up empty and silent.

"It seems to only matter when it suits you. You only ever bring up our friendship when the context most benefits you." Mois narrowed her eyes at him.

"W-where ever did you get that idea?" Kululu stuttered for a moment. Maybe she's the one who's looking for reassurance more than me. He realized. But maybe if he could get her to say her thoughts out loud, she would take them back and think that they were stupid or something.

Sometimes this psychological trick worked on people and they second-guessed themselves as soon as they said it out loud.

"If I recall correctly, and I do." Mois snidely pointed out, "You pinky swore to me that you'd stay in contact with me." She showed him her pinky, "Maybe you've forgotten but you promised to call or text me. You reassured me that you knew my number by heart because you were a super genius, so before you say you forgot my number as your excuse remember that you obviously didn't." She crossed her arms.

She glanced at Keroro, "Perhaps long ago the angolians promised to destroy sinful planets like Pekopon, but I can see that we aren't the only one rescinding our promises."

Keroro glared at Kululu, "Would have really helped if you texted her, buddy. At least in this negotiation." He whispered it, but it was loud enough for Mois to hear.

"He didn't contact me. But it's all right." She smiled, "After all nobody contacted me." She was now glaring a little bit at Keroro. Clearly Kululu wasn't the only one at fault.

Kululu wanted to apologize but he wasn't used to apologizing to anyone. Sorry's weren't something he was good at. He didn't know how to do it. He was afraid he'd mess up. So instead he made an excuse, "I wasn't aware you would care if I texted you." Oddly enough despite this sounding jerkish it was also the truth. He had been so worried that she wouldn't care. That they wouldn't have anything to talk about.

"And anyway." He continued, "It's awfully immature of you to be destroying the universe for the sole reason of that I didn't contact you." He somehow wanted to attribute Mois changing to him, to her being hurt by him.

After all being hurt by someone was a form of emotion too. It was one of the reason's he loved to hurt people. Because if they could feel betrayed by you or hurt it meant they had previously cared about you. And that was something Kululu desperately wanted. To know that she cared about him even previously.

He'd worry about getting her affection back later, but he wanted some knowledge that he had meant something to her. That he had hurt her.

Mois calmed down and gave a cold, smooth smile. "Surprisingly." She said, "Some things are bigger than you, Kululu."

"Oooohhh..." Keroro said at the insult.

Kululu frowned.

But he could also see the glint of tears in her sparkly eyes. She was hurt by him. She just hadn't confirmed it verbally.

This...This doesn't feel good. Kululu realized. He had wanted her to be hurt because it had meant that she cared, but even seeing her sad for a moment, that was worse than all the moments without her.

Her being hurt was worse than that. And Kululu hadn't previously thought anything could be worse than that.

I really didn't know it was important to you! Kululu tried to defend himself. If he had known that texting her was really that important he wouldn't have been so worried about doing it. I thought we'd just be over after the tech team. That you wouldn't care about me.

Before he could muster up the simple but very difficult words for him of 'I'm sorry' she got up and left.

"Angol doesn't have flowers. I think I have enough for a vase now though. Good-bye." She turned around as she tightly held her flowers and left.

Wait! I haven't said I'm sorry yet! Kululu realized.

And despite the fact that he had finally seen her, he still felt just as terrible as he had before. In fact he felt slightly worse.

And just like normal he had no idea what to do.

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