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Finally the chapter where war starts. Now...Crap can start going down.
Kululu and Keroro returned to Dobaba's mansion where they were hiding the pekoponians and Giroro and Tamama were currently helping everyone get settled in.
"How did it go?" Giroro asked quickly.
"Bad." Keroro frowned, "Very bad. Mois's father apparently sent her to tell us a message that she wouldn't destroy the planet."
"She wouldn't budge on the issue." Kululu sighed, "Which is odd because usually she'd jump at any chance to destroy the planet."
Giroro and Dororo looked worried. Angol Mois had always been so nice. It was odd for her to not try to help Keroro out.
Was she the same Mois that they had met on Pekopon.
"Yippee! The planet won't be destroyed." Koyuki high-fived Momoka as they squealed in joy. Natsumi looked over at them like she wanted to get in on their squealing fest and their friendship, but she quickly glanced away so they wouldn't see her being envious.
"That's a bad thing that the planet won't be destroyed." Saburo reminded, "After all if it isn't destroyed we all die."
Momoka glared. She cared more about the people on Pekopon than their lives.
"Keroro, Keroro," Tamama hurried up to his boyfriend. He clutched at his arm. "You got to give me the dirt on that woman. How awful was she?" He loved talking smack about Mois, and after all these years he finally had a chance to do it again.
"Oh she was pretty bad." Keroro talked loudly so everybody could hear him. "She was really mad at us, but it wasn't my fault at all since I did nothing wrong."
Kululu glared at him. Hey! You didn't contact her either and constantly exploited her on Pekopon. If there's one thing that's making me feel better it's that she might dislike you more than me.
"Actually Kululu's the one who ticked her off. Don't know why he asked to come if he was just going to be a jerk." Keroro frowned.
"Ohhh, he ticked her off? How?" Tamama wanted tips. After all he had been trying to get Mois angry for years and it took a lot for her to lose her temper.
"I don't know, he promised to stay in touch with her and contact her or something and he forgot." Keroro shrugged. Saying it out loud sounded stupid, after all why would Mois be mad about a little thing like that?
Kululu turned around not wanting people to see his face flush. He didn't want his mistake or worse yet, his relationship with Mois to be brought to public light.
Giroro looked at him. "You didn't contact her? Even when you were supposed to meet with her and a heads up would have helped the meeting go a lot more smoothly?"
"I...I guess I might have promised on Pekopon to text her every now and then and I might have forgotten?" Kululu said awkwardly. "Didn't know she'd be so mad about such a little thing." He kicked at the ground.
Everybody looked at him like he was an idiot.
Natsumi crouched down to be at his height. "Don't worry." She told him, "Sounds like she's just being irrationally angry. After all you didn't owe her anything. Nobody owes anybody anything. She sounds like the classic sort of clingy ex-"
"She's not my ex! We were never together!" Kululu corrected desperately.
"Okay, well she just sounds clingy. I've been in a lot of relationships like that where my boyfriends were mad because I never called, texted them or anything at all. So I'm totally on your side this time for once." Natsumi reassured.
Kululu didn't know if he wanted Natsumi to be on his side. "But you're so dumb. It makes me feel worse when you're on my side. Ku, ku, ku."
Natsumi looked like she wanted to punch him, but she contained herself. "Usually you should just be forward with the clingy person and say that you didn't want to contact them and that was why. Or you had better things to do." She tried to advise, "Maybe you didn't have a lot of time on your hands. Sorry Mois's being so clingy..."
Saburo tilted his head to the side, "But you were so good at keeping in contact with me. Why didn't you just send Mois a single text? It could have really helped and you're good at keeping contact with people. Better than the rest of the platoon." He pointed out.
Thanks for pointing out the obvious. Kululu glared, Obviously I didn't forgot, I just didn't keep in touch on purpose. Which was a bit of a mistake. That was an understatement.
"It's not just that she's mad at me." Kululu tried to defend, "Mois has different values now. She's grown older and changed."
Fuyuki's eyes lit up. "Oh that makes sense!"
Kululu glanced at him. Sure that would make sense to a pekoponian because they saw age as a different sort of thing, but Mois didn't mature very fast. By all logic she should be just as forgiving and happy as she was on Pekopon.
"I mean she told us- Me and Natsumi at least that her personality drastically changed when she came to Pekopon because she hit her head. She said she turned over a new leaf. So maybe it reverted back once she got to Angol? I hate to think about what the original Mois was like." Fuyuki shuddered.
Keroro just shook his head. "Not good." He whispered, "Not good at all." He was shaking. He didn't like the original Mois as much as the newer version on Pekopon.
Kululu's mouth opened a moment to protest. But Fuyuki made a great point. He had always assumed that he knew what the original Mois was like and that she had shined through in their conversations about technology, disasters and talking smack about Kululu's platoon mates. But what if she had reverted back to her original ways and she was totally different for a reason, that the Mois Kululu had known on Pekopon was a giant concussion filled lie?
He instantly felt terrible and bad. What if the girl he had fallen in love with, the naive, kind of clumsy and ditzy innocent and simple minded Mois had never existed. Her idiocy at some things like not being able to correctly say idioms did sound a bit like a concussion. Her relationship with Keroro definitely sounded like a mistake.
So...Did I fall in love with something that was never there? Just imaginary? That sounded like something pathetic that Kululu would do. He didn't deserve to have emotions like love after all. He had always prided himself on having no heart.
So it made sense that some of the things about Mois that he had liked weren't real.
Kululu went into work in a sour mood. Especially since negotiations with the Angols had gone so poorly.
Looking at the picture on his desk of Mois had become tainted for him. Had she really wanted to smile for that picture? Her expressions had been so cold when he had seen her again? Or was her whole expression, her, just very mentally damaged.
He picked up his picture. Barely looking at it, he finally had the courage to toss it in the trash. It didn't mean anything to him any longer.
That Mois, his friend, that had been Mois's nightmare. She might not have even been real.
That smile...It wasn't even her choice. She had no choice but to smile because of the damage to her head. Why hadn't he fixed it on Pekopon? Why hadn't he demanded to look at her and help?
It was because he hated helping people. He had made a mistake of not helping her when he had the chance.
Why did I fall in love with Mois? He asked himself. He remembered the first moment that he had really realized he was in too deep. That moment that she had terrified him and just been silent and stared at him. Was that really her? Or was she just spacing out because of a concussion? I fell in love with a Mois who might not have existed. And he felt terrible for Mois. Because even if she might not have existed she still carried the image of the girl he had loved, the body, and he didn't want her to be in pain.
He didn't know if that was love or just guilt. He couldn't tell. But he regretted his feelings. He regretted them so much.
Garuru walked near Kululu's desk. "Cleaning up?" He noted the trash bag.
"Yeah." Kululu nodded.
"I need you and the rest of the Keroro platoon in the conference room. I heard from Keroro about how poorly the negotiations went. So we're going to have to go to plan B." Garuru told them.
Trying to destroy the planet ourselves? Kululu wondered. Likely it wouldn't work unless it was purified by an Angolian. But he nodded and headed to the conference room.
He had to follow Garuru's orders after all.
Keroro, Tamama, Giroro and Kululu sat in front of Garuru along with a string of higher-ups, generals, Keroro's father and other people of importance.
"We can not afford to have the Angolians refuse to destroy Pekopon. It needs to go." Garuru told the group.
"But how are we going to convince them? They refused!" Keroro reminded.
Garuru kept his hands steady. He was a warrior. "We'll convince them through force if necessary. If they refuse to do something so important we're going to have to go to war with them, until they realize that we're the stronger force and they will have to follow our rules."
Generals cheered. They agreed with Garuru. "Keron is number one in the universe!" They chanted.
"We're going to war. Keroro Platoon..." He turned to Keroro's platoon, "You're war heroes from Pekopon. We need your skill. Will you help us? It's your time to save the universe."
Giroro nodded. He'd make Garuru proud. "Of course."
"At the drop of a hat I'd go to war with the angols." Tamama smiled, standing up.
Keroro nodded, "If it's an order..."
Kululu's mouth became dry. War with Mois? She's my...Enemy? They had never been in a situation like that. They were only enemies in personal terms when he was being a jerk and she didn't want him to be. "Ku, ku, ku..." Kululu just nodded.
Refusing would be traitorous after all. And he saw the logic in what Garuru was doing.
"Good. We'll invite some of the higher up Angols from their council for a peace meeting and to celebrate themselves. Then...We'll declare war." Garuru told them. "Tomorrow 12 hundred, meet at the neighboring planet in the gamma solar system." He gave them all the list of instructions.
They nodded.
The Keroro Platoon of course kept the pekoponians and Dororo posted.
"War with Angol?" Natsumi asked flabbergasted.
"I know! Isn't it great?" Giroro grinned, "You'll be able to see a real keronian war! I can't wait to show you Natsumi-" He just wanted to impress her.
"That's terrible!" Natsumi gasped. "That's a stupid idea to go to war with planet destroyers!"
Giroro frowned. Natsumi wasn't the type to back down from a challenge. Where did all this logicalness come from? This cowardlyness?
"I agree..." Fuyuki nodded, "Mois was our friend."
Stop talking. Kululu glared. Why could Fuyuki so easily declare that Mois was his friend when Kululu couldn't? Why was Fuyuki so easy going when it came to people? The friend word was a big declaration after all!
"Sometimes war happens. I hope you're okay, Tamama." Momoka begged.
"The angolians won't stand a chance." Dororo frowned, "We're so strong as an army..."
Koyuki held Dororo's hand. "I hope Mois isn't too mad about you destroying her people. I mean, I guess she might not be since she attempted to destroy earth so many times..."
"Do you think this is a good idea?" Saburo asked Kululu, glancing at him. "I mean you were in the meeting."
Kululu was surprised he was being asked his opinion. "No." He admitted, "The angolians are way stronger than us. And if they're killed they'll just be reincarnated eventually. Nobody's ever been stupid enough to declare war on the Angols. Because as Natsumi said they're planet destroyers. I predict that most likely we'll get our butt kicked. Who knows how long we'll live?" Kululu pointed out.
Everybody was grim.
"Don't be too scared. If it comes down to things, I'll protect you if you're chicken." Giroro reminded him. He liked a fight.
He wasn't scared at all.
The keronians met up at the building that Garuru had designated on another planet in case the angolians decided to blow up that planet
"Only some of them can destroy planets." Kululu reminded Garuru secretly, "Only the royal family. So that's Mois, her father the King of Terror, Angol Tia her mother and I believe she mentioned that her cousin Fear was gifted a lucifer spear."
Garuru nodded. That helped. "Thanks. Now stand back. The front line soldiers will handle this."
Kululu wasn't exactly sure what would happen, but he knew it probably wasn't good.
Angolians opened the door. Mostly old ones that seemed to be just skin and bones, but Mois was with them.
Kululu had never seen that many angolians. There were at least twenty that he could count.
"We accepted your gracias invitation to party." One of the old angolians told Garuru, "But we are confused why you wanted to rehash our treaty. But as some of the angolians that were part of the treaty we have come to help you."
Garuru brought his hand up as if he was making a signal. Suddenly the keronian front line soldiers pulled out their machine guns.
Wait...We were going to declare war by sending a message...Kululu realized. The angolians who were here to meet with Garuru were going to be slaughtered.
And Mois was with them.
Before Kululu could say anything, gunfire filled the room. Angolians didn't have long distance weapons so they of course were filled with bullet.
Crystal blood splattered all over the ground. Screams filled the room and Keroro hit the lights to make it go out so that nobody would know who was running around and the angolians would have a worse trouble escaping.
Mois! Mois! Could she escape? Would she be okay?
The lights flickered on and the room was filled with piles of angolians. Mostly the old ones who couldn't dodge.
Angol Mois's hand was on the light fixture. Her other hand was on her lucifer spear that had just gutted Keroro's father.
She threw the Keronian body at Garuru's feet.
Keroro screamed and dropped to his knees. "DAD!" He yelled.
"I assume this is a declaration of war?" Mois asked.
Garuru frowned. "You must have escaped the barrage of gunfire by hiding behind another body." The ammo was on the ground and they were almost out. Everybody was refilling.
"Do you think this is the first time I've been sent into a room filled with people lining up with guns?" Mois asked.
Garuru shook his head. She was the only one armed with a lucifer spear there, so likely she would be the toughest. Garuru was silent.
"I take this as a declaration. I've never been in a war before." Mois admitted, "But you'll regret your choice. Making a move against us angolians is the wrong choice."
"Shoot her." Garuru tried to say, but Keroro's crying was too loud. Nobody could hear him.
Mois sighed and turned her lucifer spear back into a phone. She checked the time.
Garuru tapped his feet insulted. "What are you doing? You're in a battle! You really haven't ever fought with anyone before?"
Mois smiled, "You really think I thought nothing was going to happen here? The entire building is covered in explosives that I put around just in case." She paused, "You managed to kill the oldest of the angolians, luckily they were a hassle to be around anyway." She sighed, "I just detonated it so...By my calculations of the maximum of how much you can move those tiny keronian legs...None of you will escape the blast." She smiled and turned around.
Garuru's eyes widened. "She...She knew how to make explosives."
"Um..." Crap. I taught her that! I taught her the mechanics and gave her the blue prints! Didn't think she had kept them. Kululu looked sheepish and shrugged.
"Don't worry. Your deaths will be quick. Maybe even merciful." Mois said slowly.
Thinking quickly, Kululu grabbed Giroro, and Tamama's arms. He rushed closer to Garuru and threw something on the ground. A little invention pack of a force field. Luckily Keroro was close enough to be caught in it.
The building exploded and crumbled away, but the five of them survived.
Mois frowned as she saw the rubble surrounding the light purple force field. Brushing it off like it was dust she frowned to see the keronians underneath.
"Kululu? Tamama? Giroro? You're here?" She hadn't noticed that they had come with Garuru to kill her. She looked hurt realizing that they were part of the group that had been sent to slaughter those angolians.
She tapped the force field, but it was solid. Kululu's inventions were way too strong.
"You should have not done this, Garuru." Kululu scolded, "Told you she—the angolians were way tougher than us."
Kululu tried to ignore the hurt in her voice.
Mois hit the force field with her lucifer spear to get his attention. It shook for a moment, but there was no damage.
Kululu glanced at her knowing that she was trying to get his attention. "Were you going to kill us, Mois? Your old friends Giroro, Tamama, Me?" He tried to get her to back off. After all if he didn't she'd be able to break the force field eventually.
She had every right to be mad. Her people had just been slaughtered. But he knew he had to be rational with this interaction. Calculating. Or else they would all die.
"What about me?" Keroro reminded. Nobody listened to him. Apparently he didn't matter.
Mois looked hurt. "I...I didn't know you three were here! You were short and in the back...But...But you saw me..." She recalled. Her strong, cold exterior of a lord of terror melted away to despair. "You were trying to kill me and my people." She realized. She stepped back a moment, shaking. Her eyes were wide.
She knew Kululu hadn't contacted her, but this way way worse.
"I...I didn't support the action to start a war." Kululu tried to defend. I didn't know we were going to try to slaughter you...He couldn't claim he didn't know though. He prided himself on being informed.
And being not informed and not knowing about this was a crime. He couldn't believe himself, "You're much stronger than us. I didn't want this to happen."
Mois was silent for a moment. "I won't try to kill you today." She told them, "So you can take the force field down. I will give you the chance to get far far away from this war and not fight against me if you wish."
She turned around.
"Don't-" Garuru requested, but Kululu took the force field down anyway.
He wanted to show Mois for once that he respected her words. Believed her. Trusted her. He hoped that maybe could make up for the crime he had just taken a part in, killing so many of her people.
Tamama was the first to do anything. He spat at Mois. "Well I'm going to fight against you. I can't wait to smear your face in the dirt, woman."
Mois looked hurt and shocked that Tamama wanted to attack her.
Kululu didn't speak for a moment. He just looked at her. She hasn't ever brought up the kissing thing. He noticed. Perhaps kissing her wasn't as important to her as not texting. But he was kind of glad that she hadn't chosen now to ask him about it even though she had a chance to talk to him.
"Do you still consider us friends?" Giroro asked, "Is that why you're letting us live?"
"I-" Mois was cut off before she could respond.
"Friendship is weakness on the battlefield. Let me give you that piece of advice. If we're going to be in a war against each other I'll throw that friendship aside and go toe-to-toe against you. So I hope you'll do the same for me and not give me opportunities like this to get away." Giroro advised.
Mois smiled a bit at him and nodded in respect. "Although our time together is a distant memory, I'd like to honor it at least a bit by giving you this one opportunity to step away from the fighting."
"I have to fight." Keroro spoke up, "You're doing wrong by not helping us. But if you decide you want to aid us..." He dropped to the ground, "Please please help us Mois! I don't want you killing any more of my family members!" His face was snotty as he wailed.
Tamama rolled his eyes. "Stop trying to get my man's attention, woman! He'll never be yours! Even if he begs you to help, I'll make sure you don't ever look at him or interact with him!
"Your...Man's?" Mois was confused.
"They're together." Giroro showed her pity and told her something that she would never suspect.
She looked shocked. She had no idea there was even anything going on between them like interest. "Congratulations I suppose?"
She was so confused. She just blinked over and over again in confusion.
"I...I...I don't want to fight you..." Kululu after several moments, finally worked up the courage to stutter out anything, anything at all that made them seem like not enemies.
Mois looked at him in stunned confusion at his confession. Her face lit up a moment- almost hopeful. "Why?" She asked. She was staring at him with those large sparkly innocent eyes.
It was the same. She was the same, wasn't she? Maybe she is the same Mois as seven years ago. Kululu thought to himself. She looked so hopeful, so stunningly bright, Maybe our relationship...Maybe us, meant something to her too. Maybe I was important to her. Maybe there was nothing really to worry about about our relationship only meaning something to me.
"Because you're my fr-" Kululu was about to say it, say a declaration that he couldn't take back. You're my friend. I don't want to fight you. He was about to finally talk to her.
And then Giroro stopped him. He put his hand over Kululu's mouth and cut him off.
He's going to turn traitor if he tries to make friends with her. If he's too close to her. And we're in a war against her. Giroro recalled. He had seen this happen before with him and Natsumi, and Kululu was an ally that they could not afford to have throw their war.
"Did you know that Kululu kept in contact with Saburo throughout all these years?" Giroro said quickly cutting off Kululu. It had no basis in this conversation but he knew it would get Mois's attention.
After all Kululu hadn't kept up in contact with Mois.
Mois looked very visibly startled by this confession. "Oh..." Her face scrunched up in hurt, "I suppose that makes sense." She glared for a moment at Kululu, waved to them and left.
"I hope I see none of you on the battlefield." She told them.
They all frowned. They all knew they'd see her.
In the following weeks war came to Keron full scale. Angol was mad about the slaughter that the keronians had done to their people. And a war quickly started between the two worlds.
Giroro, Keroro, Tamama and Kululu didn't pull out of the war. But they weren't anywhere near the front lines.
Kululu heard about what Mois was up to through frightened soldiers. He hadn't seen her much, but she was one of the front lines soldiers of angol. She was the perfect little blood thirsty soldier, killing thousands upon thousands of keronian troops.
Keron was hurting because of her. She was not only fighting but ordering soldiers around, concocting perfect plans, ordering her soldiers and being an amazing general.
Kululu hadn't seen her very much. He wasn't on the front lines so he hadn't luckily had to face her, but every time he saw her in passing she didn't even so much as glance at him.
He'd try to say something to her, but she was the definition of cool beauty and elegance. She just ignored him, not even talking to him.
He couldn't help feel like this war was a symbol of how they were officially done. Their relationship as co-workers that would never happen again since they were enemies, and more importantly their friendship.
And even though Kululu had loved her, it was her friendship that he cared about more than anything. But it was gone and dead to her. He would have traded both of his kisses- both of his mistakes, just for a chance to be her friend again.
He wanted to be her friend again. But he couldn't ever be her friend. He no longer cared about how much he loved her.
I won't ever deny that she looks dang hot killing her enemies though and in her cute little general outfit. Kululu thought to himself. He couldn't ever be a perfect hypothetical friend.
Even in a war he still kind of checked her out. And although he kept that to himself, he didn't feel bad about it at all.
After all who wouldn't be attracted to an Angol Mois slaughtering her enemies?
The war had started and Kululu didn't know if Keron would ever be out of it. He knew it would only ever end when Keron was dead. Which might be soon.
He wondered how long they could survive. That was his goal as a keronian soldier. To make them survive.
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