Another chapter. Just starts out with a fluffy flashback. I could have done more fluffy flashbacks, but I was lazy.
One couple finally finishes their story arc and resolves their problems!
Several years ago on Pekopon, when the Keroro Platoon was invading
Working together with Mois had been Kululu's favorite part of the day. Even though the work was boring, Mois never complained about it.
She scooted over to his desk to look over his shoulder. "Are you watching security cameras instead of filling out the paperwork?" She would tease.
"Ku. But I can't not! Giroro is about to give Natsumi some rare flowers that I told her she would love. But really they're bio engineered to turn into giant plants and attack her. Ku, ku, ku."
Mois leaned over, Kululu's shoulder. He was afraid she'd switch off the camera and scold him, telling him to go back to work so she wouldn't have to do everything herself.
"Want me to make popcorn?" She asked, "We can watch it together." She suggested.
Kululu grinned. Mois was great. Sometimes she hated him pranking people, but usually when they were alone together she acted rather supportive, complimenting him and supporting him in whatever actions he chose to take.
"Don't leave. You'll miss the best part. Ku, ku, ku" Now that he knew she wanted to watch together with him, he gladly welcomed the company. Kululu grabbed Mois's hand and pulled it closer to the computer. "The plant is supposed to take Saburo's voice like the plant is somehow him! Ku, ku, ku. I was going to type in what he was going to say, but you can do the honors."
"Wow. You really know how to show a girl a good time." Mois grinned. She wasn't even being sarcastic as she leaned over Kululu and typed.
"Natsumi! Save me! Giroro fed me to his evil plant because he didn't support our love!" The plant, in Saburo's voice said on the screen.
Natsumi instantly got very mad at Giroro and Giroro desperately tried to defend himself.
Kululu was laughing with Mois. "We can't stop now! Let's prank the rest of them!" He tried to pull her away from her work too.
"Oh...I don't know..." Mois frowned, "Isn't the paperwork that we're supposed to finish due tonight?"
"Well we could flood the base. Make a legitimate excuse at the end why we didn't finish it..." Kululu suggested, "What I'm saying is that I won't tell if you won't."
Mois's eyes lit up. "Make the base flooded from a typhoon from your weather machine and you've got yourself a deal, mister!" She loved those natural disasters. "You could say, my lips are sealed?"
Kululu smiled, "It would be my honor, dear~." He hadn't really let go of her hand, but he did like to be oddly flirtatious and couple like when they were working together on terrible schemes. Or curry. Curry also made him rather flirtatious.
Mois giggled. It was fun to play around with Kululu. They were the best of friends. "You could say, night around town?"
They never did finish their work.
Present
Kululu liked to remember the times when he and Mois were working together. Being friends. Being themselves.
Is Mois the same as she was before? Is the Mois fighting in this war...The same Mois? He hadn't talked to her in seven years. He couldn't promise that she hadn't changed a considerable amount. After all Natsumi was very different as was Fuyuki.
And Mois at this moment was pure evil. She was slaughtering hundreds of keronians a day and enjoying it with a smile on her face. She was a strong leader, assertive and stood by her decisions.
I've always loved evil. Kululu admitted to himself. But...Am I still in love with Mois? She feels...Incredibly different.
True her being evil was incredibly hot. There was no denying that, but hot wasn't love. Was the admiration, the swooning that he felt at the new version of Mois love or lust?
Sure...I mean I would bang her right now if she asked, and god would I love to screw her, but do I love her in the same way that I used to? Kululu wondered to himself. It would be a lot easier to defeat her if his feelings for her were gone. Also it was a bit of an annoyance to be thinking about how much he wanted to screw Angol Mois while he was supposed to be working.
Curse me and my weakness at being so turned on by her bloodthirsty nature. Kululu felt annoyed at himself.
Right now he was trying to figure out something important though. If he still had an emotional attachment to her. Feelings for her.
Would I give up everything just to have her near me? Kululu wondered, Do I want to be near her presence? Do I want her to be safe and happy at all costs?
Kululu didn't even need to think about the answers to those questions. It was undeniably a yes to all. But because Kululu didn't understand the abstract concept of love all that well, he wasn't sure if these were indicators that he loved her.
After all he could want her near him, even still, out of just loneliness. He was incredibly lonely and couldn't trust his desires to be indicators that he honestly cared about someone because sometimes it was just a clue that he wanted company. Anyone's company.
I need to sort this out though. If even after seven years I still love Mois. Because someday I might have to kill her on the battlefield or imprison her. And if I suspect I love her it will be all the more difficult. If he did love her he could at least try to assure that she wouldn't die or be imprisoned, he could try best he could to help in his own way.
But he knew even if he didn't love her he didn't her to die.
I'm really not a good friend. Kululu realized. Being in love with her shouldn't be the basis to not killing her. After all she had never made an attempt on his life even though he was incredibly awful and a jerk.
He knew he had never been a good friend. The problems with their friendship had started the moment he started second-guessing his feelings for her and wanted more than she was willing to give and being unsatisfied with even something as simple as friendship. He should have been satisfied by it. He couldn't afford to be picky about his relationships.
Things had started out on the right foot. He had been decent to her on their first meeting and they had worked well together. Their friendship had slowly started blossoming as she trusted him more and more despite how big of a jerk he was. But it quickly shattered the moment he had realized how afraid he was of her and more importantly the feelings that she made him feel.
He didn't know how to feel. Feeling scared him. And because of that he had pushed her away and been a bad friend of her, either wanting much less from her or much more. The friendship she gave him was never enough.
And now it's too late to repair things. Kululu realized to his despair. Even if now what he wanted was their friendship, what she had always offered him, he could not take back what they once were. Things could never be the same. And it wasn't because of the war. The war didn't mean anything to him. It was because of his two mistakes that had been constantly on his mind since they happened.
The two kisses they had shared.
If I didn't kiss her...Kululu was shaking as he clenched his hand into a fist. Then maybe I would have had the courage to contact her. Maybe I wouldn't have felt that that had to be our last meeting. I could have invited her to the get togethers we had as a platoon so that things weren't so one on one. So that I wouldn't be afraid of her just talking to me and us having nothing to talk about. It could have been just like old times, with them off to the side and others around them.
I could have...No, I should have treated her like I treated Saburo. Keeping in contact with her. He knew he really couldn't have done that. His relationship with Saburo was special. It was individual. That was why he didn't feel weird about it. It wasn't like a normal friendship. They were wave buddies. He felt that Saburo was like him, he hoped that Saburo was as awkward as him. And Mois was still more intimidating than Saburo so their relationship couldn't be repeated.
Kululu shook his head. He had to repair this. See if things were the same with Mois. If Mois was the same. He took his phone out quickly still remembering Mois's number.
Hey Mois! It's me Kululu.
How ya doing? He wrote on his phone.
Um...The war's pretty stressful between us and all. I hope you know that I don't support it. Kululu looked over his words. They weren't terrible yet.
I hope it doesn't spill into our relationship. I'd hate for us to become something toxic and poisonous although as you know I do like to be a poisonous person.
I've made a lot of mistakes in the past. One of which was not writing to you. Maybe it looks like I'm only doing it now to get you to stop fighting but that's not true. I honestly do feel bad and you know it's rare for me to feel bad.
I'm sorry for not keeping our promise. I guess I have to do that pekoponian tradition of eating like a thousand needles or something now, right? Ku, ku, ku. Ouch. But it is possible I'm pretty sure. After all I fed Giroro a thousand.
Maybe I'll use him again as a test subject before I do it.
Kululu analyzed every word. Was it too close? To personal? Was it okay?
I miss you, Mois. He wrote finally. Hey to make up to you this whole war business and my mistakes how about after this is over I take you out to one of those nice restaurants in space. You would like to see something fancy like that, right? I'll even make sure it's not one of those curry palaces like last time. After all this is a present to you, not to me.
Just...Please talk to me. I understand that it doesn't feel good to be ignored.
He hovered over the send button before deleting the message. Just as always he became too timid at the last minute.
He couldn't send it. He could never send them. They were always deleted.
Tamama and Keroro were trying to come up with a plan and strategy for the next battle. They had been allotted one thousand troops to organize and command as the heroes from the Keroro platoon.
In the meeting room, just the two of them, they tried to come up with ideas.
"Okay, so we could try to attack from here, here and here...And then we could lure them into an ambush here with the good troops." Keroro moved around figures on a map while he gave ideas. Usually Tamama was always telling him that he did a good job but ever since they had entered a relationship Tamama was more honest and blunt at if Keroro's ideas were bad ones.
It really helped Keroro strive for better greatness.
"You know what I think we should do?" Tamama suggested, "Just kill her. Let's drop a bomb on her or something."
Keroro looked at him horrified at that idea.
"Oh yeah, you're right. Bombs don't work on her." Tamama remembered, "All right. Well, I'll lure that woman into an abandoned warehouse with a bunch of acid..."
"You sound like a super villain!" Keroro accused horrified. "And we can't kill Mois." He frowned. He remembered her too much as a child. He couldn't kill a child.
He felt bad for her. Even though she was the enemy. He didn't want to hurt her.
Tamama sighed and grumbled.
"So no more Mois killing plans. Now, which of the ambushes do you think will work?" Keroro rearranged the figures and asked for Tamama's attention.
Tamama got a devilish smirk on his face. He swiped away the figures on the table and stepped onto the table instead, lying down on the map. "You know what would be really dangerous?" Tamama told him, "Not planning and banging me on the table instead~" He tried to seduce Keroro by stretching his legs and showing off and looking as sexy as possible.
Keroro didn't look that interested. Tamama was always turned on by things like the idea of screwing instead of doing work. Of course a war like this would make him turned on.
The two of them had very different kinks. Tamama liked the idea of almost getting caught and was wrapped around the idea of 'dangerous love affair', he also liked being a bit commanding in bed and Keroro being leaderly. Keroro on the other hand was a natural dork in bed. He liked roleplaying and just sweet vanilla stuff.
The two of them did enjoy sex together, but sometimes Tamama would suggest things at really the wrong time and place.
"Maybe another time. I kind of want to get this done first." Keroro told him, "I mean this battle is important. And I would really like it if we didn't do anything that got us in trouble. Dangerous and risky stuff like that isn't very nice, you know? And I don't want to put you in that position of almost getting in trouble."
Tamama frowned. Almost getting in trouble was what made it exciting!
"You know our relationship should always be the first priority to you. Not this dumb battle junk." Now Tamama wasn't in the mood for sex at all. He just wanted Keroro to pay attention to him.
Keroro glanced at Tamama and hugged him. He gave him an innocent kiss on the cheek, "Of course our relationship is my first priority!" He always reassured Tamama as soon as possible when Tamama was getting moody.
Now I don't want him paying attention to me. Tamama frowned bitterly. Keroro's sweetness and attentiveness made him feel bad about himself. Because Tamama knew for a fact he wasn't that great of a boyfriend and he shouldn't be put first.
"I'm done being manipulative and lazy like I was on Pekopon. I cost our platoon so much. So I'll always put you first, Tamama." Keroro reassured.
Tamama grumbled as Keroro cuddled him. It just made him feel worse and worse about himself realizing how terrible he was to have Keroro around him. He didn't deserve Keroro at all.
Maybe it's not my insecurities that are making me unhappy with Keroro lately. Tamama realized. Maybe it was the appearance of Angol Mois again in his life that made him think about this, but he wasn't happy. Things didn't feel as right as they had on Pekopon.
Am I really happy being in a relationship with Keroro or was it just a childish crush where I wanted to worship him? Keroro and Tamama were equals now. Keroro had made sure of it, but things weren't as Tamama imagined.
They weren't in a dangerous love affair. They were in healthy domestic bliss. And for some reason Tamama had never imagined healthy domestic bliss before. Maybe all he saw about gay people in his childhood was raunchy sexual stuff. But he wasn't used to things being normal and healthy like a relationship.
And he didn't know if that was what he wanted. He was confused by too many things happening.
Do I love Keroro? Or did I love competing with Mois over Keroro? Did I just like being jealous? Tamama could imagine himself being that kind of person.
And he didn't know if he had an answer to this question. All he had were doubts. And he was frightened. Not for Keroro's sake but for himself. Maybe he was a monster only capable of jealousy.
Maybe that's why he wasn't happy. It wasn't his insecurities. Things just weren't right. After all Mois's appearance had made Tamama much more amorous and sexual again.
Was Mois the thing keeping their relationship going?
"The first ambush is great." Tamama decided, hoping to sooth Keroro's worries as he had his own worries.
He hoped Keroro didn't know what he was thinking about.
Fuyuki wasn't in the war. He wasn't helping at all. But he had his own problems to attend to.
Fuyuki had hoped that coming to space would have helped his and Momoka's relationship. After all he was one of the few human boys she now knew and he hated to be like that, but if earth was going to be destroyed likely they would have to repopulate.
At least that was the pick-up line he had given her last time. He was still confused why she was mad at him and had started blushing and stomped away.
Am...Am I that bad with girls? Fuyuki wondered. In their childhood Momoka had been his best friend when the keronians had been around. She had always been really close to him and although Fuyuki hadn't been able to tell at the time, looking back on it a lot of their interactions felt romantic, and his feelings had developed for her over time. Eventually he had realized that he was in love with her, even if it had taken him many, many years.
He had realized it actually four years after the keronians had left. It had taken him a while.
But Momoka now wanted nothing to do with him. And he wasn't sure why. Had he done something to offend her? Was it because of the keronians leaving?
He remained unaware that she had given up on him because she had felt that he would never have feelings for her and she didn't want to spend her life growing old and watching him, too shy to do anything.
"Sarge...I've tried every pick up manual I can find. Every tip and occult technique to impress girls, but Momoka isn't budging. Is she not attracted to me?" Fuyuki asked when Keroro was around. "I've even tried some of the techniques on other girls and they fall for me! So why doesn't Momoka like me? How do you win girls over, Sarge?"
Keroro blinked at him. "You're...Asking me advice on women?" He frowned like that was the worst choice ever.
"Uh-huh. Please. You're my best friend. You have to help me!" Fuyuki begged pathetically.
"Fuyuki..." Keroro put his hand on his friend's shoulder and looked at him deeply in the eyes.
He must have some great wisdom to impart on me to win Momoka over. Fuyuki realized hopefully.
"I'm gay as heck. I don't know a single thing about women! Why would you ask me?" Keroro answered sheepishly. "Women are a mystery to me and frankly something I don't want to learn about ever. Perfectly happy only knowing about boys."
Fuyuki blinked. Well...I guess he wouldn't have any advice about girls then. He felt bad for asking Keroro of all people. Keroro was the worst with girls after all even before Fuyuki had known he was gay.
He was just bad with them.
"I'll ask someone else..." Fuyuki decided. He couldn't find Giroro or Dororo around so he had to ask his last choice. Kululu.
Kululu might have been terrible with women too, but at least he knew about them. So Fuyuki asked him for advice.
"Momoka doesn't like me, and I really like her." Fuyuki sat down next to Kululu and started talking like a child despite being an adult. "And I love her so much but she keeps avoiding me and seems to hate me...How do I impress her? What techniques do I use to win over girls?" Fuyuki asked.
Kululu was playing on his phone. "I don't care about your love problems. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu said bluntly and annoyed. "I've got bigger things to worry about like the war."
Fuyuki frowned. Kululu probably had big things to think about he was right. "S-sorry..." He stuttered.
"Some people just change, Fuyuki." Kululu shrugged, "People grow up. You pekoponians changed a lot. We keronians didn't change much but you guys changed. I was lucky enough to keep in touch with Saburo, so I could see him grow or else he would be like a different person to me. Ku, ku, ku."
"But Momoka-I don't know what changed her." Fuyuki frowned.
"Maybe you didn't talk to her enough? Keep in touch with her. Ku, ku, ku. That can really change a person." Kululu suggested.
Fuyuki frowned. Is he projecting his problems with Mois onto me? He knew Kululu had forgotten to text Mois and that was part of the reason she was so mad.
Wait...His whole conversation about people changing was mostly about Mois wasn't it. Not Momoka. He's just projecting. Mois had changed a lot. Enough to start a war. Fuyuki frowned.
"Do you think Mois wants us all dead?" Fuyuki asked quietly, "Since she's changed too..."
"Who knows?" Kululu shrugged, "Life and death don't mean the same thing to her since she's an angolian. So it doesn't matter." He looked at the floor. "None of it really matters."
"Kululu, umm..." Fuyuki wanted to say something to comfort him.
"We thought Momoka would be the same as always too. You know, being in love with you and all since she used to like you. It seemed like the sort of love that would go on forever. Ku, ku, ku. But I guess that changed too just like Mois." Kululu spoke as if he was mocking Fuyuki for losing Fuyuki's love.
But Fuyuki just looked confused. He hadn't been aware that Momoka liked him. "Momoka was in love with me?"
"You didn't know? We've been gone for seven years and you never found out? Geez, you're dense! Ku, I wouldn't be surprised if she's just mad at you for being an idiot." Kululu laughed at him.
Fuyuki did feel like an idiot. So much more made sense about Momoka.
"I have to go." He said quickly. He needed to talk to Momoka.
Maybe now was the time for not tricks or techniques but honesty. There was no gimmick to winning Momoka over. He just needed to put his feelings on the line.
"Thanks for talking to me, Kululu." Fuyuki smiled and waved.
Kululu waved awkwardly too not sure how he had helped.
Fuyuki walked up to Momoka. He didn't have flowers or gifts in his hands or anything like that.
"What do you want?" Momoka asked impatiently.
"I...I heard that you used to like me." Fuyuki told her.
Momoka blushed deeply. Who had told him that? And how had it come up after all this time. "Used to." She corrected, "And then I realized that you had a thousand other girls to choose from." And that she didn't have the courage to make a move on Fuyuki. Not ever. Without Tamama she didn't have a reason to hang out with him.
"I love you." Fuyuki's words weren't cool and mature, they just spurted out like a water fountain. He just blurted them out.
"What?" Momoka asked shocked.
"I've been in love with you for a while. I haven't been flirting with you because I'm a playboy. I just like you!" Fuyuki told her. "I wanted to be honest with you since I was worried you didn't know."
Momoka covered her mouth. Fuyuki liked her? It was like a dream! She threw her arms around him and hugged him.
"D-do...Do you still like me? I mean I kind of hoped I could win you over again by telling you how cool I think you are." Fuyuki didn't expect her to hug him. He was getting embarrassed at something even as simple and innocent as a hug.
"I like you." Momoka admitted, "I was just afraid that I didn't have a reason to talk to you. That I would never be able to confess to you. That you would never catch on and never like me." She buried her face into his shirt. She was overcome by joy and happiness to have this moment with Fuyuki.
He was finally hers.
Fuyuki grinned broadly. "I love you so much, Momoka!"
She shut him up by kissing him.
And finally after so much time, the two of them were together and happy. And there was nothing they ever wanted more.
Things are going much too happy.
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