Well nothing sad happens this chapter. Don't worry.

Everything is mostly happy.

Dororo still hadn't gone into battle. Although he knew he could help the keronian effort, it would start up too many questions if he appeared after being dead.

He wanted to help...But he didn't know if that would benefit the Keroro Platoon.

Still, he finally had the opportunity to talk to Kululu, approaching Kululu as he completed some files he tried to be direct.

"I need to talk to you." He told him.

Kululu felt a chill go up his spine. Dororo sounded serious. "What is it?"

"I've been looking for you for years." Dororo admitted, "I need you to help me. You're the only one who can."

Seeing that whatever Dororo wanted to talk about might take a while, Kululu set his things down and sat down. "What do you need?"

"As you know Koyuki and I are married." Dororo told him, "And we've been trying to have a child. However no matter what we do we can't conceive. I want you to help us."

Kululu gave a disgusted look. What did he want him to do? "Have you tried having sex yet. That should help. Ku, ku, ku."

"We've tried it in every method we know how! But the facts still remain that I'm a frog and she's a pekoponian the DNA just doesn't match up." Dororo screamed at him. He was desperate. "I'm sorry...It's just we've been trying so hard. What we want most in the world is to be parents."

"What you're asking for is to go against biology. I don't know what kind of monster will be created by being a half-breed." Kululu admitted. He couldn't really relate to the desire to have children. It wasn't something he had ever wanted.

"Please...You must know a way to safely mesh our genetics and make it possible. You're a genius, Kululu. Can't you take a little bit of time out of your schedule to examine Koyuki?" Dororo asked.

"Well, I've been pretty busy lately, what with a war going on. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu reminded him.

Dororo started sniffling patheticly in front of him, as if begging Kululu to help.

"Fine. I'll do it, on one condition." Kululu told him, "If you help the war. If you go out there and fight."

"Reveal myself alive? But won't that cause trouble for you?" Dororo asked.

Kululu didn't care. "You're a good soldier. You're strong. The angolians are a lot tougher than us, it's very unlikely that we're going to survive or live very long. All I want to do is try everything I can to buy us more time and keep us alive until someone can convince Mois to stop this." He was serious, "And you might help save many lives."

Dororo nodded. "Fine." He realized that Kululu was asking this of him for the greater good.

Kululu quickly took some materials and started making something. Eventually he had a small potion. "Make Koyuki drink this every night. Hopefully it will help with the meshing of your genetics. Than you too can get as sexy as you want during war times. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu ordered.

Dororo blushed but nodded. He hoped the potion would work. "Thank you, Kululu."

"Just do a good job in battle." Kululu waved.

Dororo nodded.

Of course just as the Keroro Platoon had predicted when Dororo entered the battle, the Keroro Platoon's loyalty was thrown into question since Dororo had been alive the whole time.

People were angry. They yelled and screamed. The only thing that quieted them down was fear, fear against the angols and the war they had created.

So they allowed Dororo to fight, but some of them turned their backs on the Keroro Platoon. They didn't respect them nearly as much.

"Traitor!" They would yell.

"Sometimes you have to be able to stand name calling and a little bit of anger to get things done." Kululu advised putting a hand on Dororo's shoulder. He was never ever going to do nothing again.

The Pekopon invasion would not be repeated. He would not be useless, he'd rise in the ranks and his ability would not falter.

Dororo nodded, agreeing with him.

The yelling and anger at the Keroro platoon seemed to distract the forces of keron for a little bit. And because of that the angolians managed to destroy a major keronian city, they just blew it up.

"I'll do damage control." Kululu sighed. Nobody else wanted to count the number of dead bodies after all and see if the destruction was done.

Must have been Fear, Mois, or Tia who did it. Kululu thought to himself. The damage on the major city, one of the five capitals, had been caused by a lucifer spear. And the King of terror had yet to be sided so only three people could have destroyed the city.

Kululu guessed it was Mois likely. Only she had the skill to just destroy a city instead of a whole planet. She had prided herself on her ability to only destroy a little bit at a time sometimes.

Kululu secretly hoped she'd still be there and he'd run into her. That was why he had volunteered for such a thankless job. But it was doubtful that she'd remain at the scene of the crime.

Landing his hover board by the smoke of the damaged city, he surveyed the damage. Buildings had crumpled, craters were everywhere. Bodies were thrown around.

"You really did a number on this place. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu said to himself.

"Had to." A voice responded. He turned around to see Mois who was staring over the horizon and looking at the city's damage. "Damage control?" She asked.

Kululu nodded, "I'm supposed to see if there are any survivors."

"There aren't. I can assure you of that." She responded.

Silence greeted the two of them. It was the first time she had spoken to him in so long and even though she was talking about how she had just destroyed a city, Kululu felt happy that she was just talking to him.

Stop being so eager. She's still here. She might kill you too. Kululu reminded himself. After all, she was trying to make sure there were no survivors. And he was now the enemy.

Mois wasn't really paying attention to Kululu though despite him being there. Instead she continued looking over the dead city, her eyes becoming cloudy from nostalgia.

"Was it a nice place?" Kululu asked. Usually Mois didn't like looking at her work for this long. She should have been gone for now.

"This was where Keroro looked after me when I was a child." Mois gave a quiet answer. The city held a lot of memories for her.

Ah. I get it. Kululu realized, This is her way of physically cutting off her past with Keroro. By destroying the memories and the place where the two of them played. He wondered if it had been hard for her, or if she had enjoyed destroying the city.

Kululu just gave a small nod. He let there be silence for once, his laughter not filling the void.

She probably doesn't even really realize I'm here. That's why she's talking to me. She was too caught up in her nostalgia. If Kululu was any other person who didn't have an attachment to Mois, he would have taken that opportunity to strike.

"There's no reason to look for survivors since everybody's dead, so you should probably leave." Mois finally spoke.

"You aren't going to kill me?" Kululu asked. "You're just going to let me go?"

Mois held her lucifer spear tightly. "I'm too busy reminiscing on the past. And more importantly I don't feel like it. I don't feel like much of anything right now." Her words were hollow.

Kululu wouldn't budge though. He wouldn't leave. Who knows when I'll see her again? As long as I'm here I might as well figure something out that's been bugging me. Take one small step at a time. He didn't want to apologize yet, he had realized that was much too hard for him. He was weak and cowardly.

But figuring things out he could do. And he wanted to figure out if Mois was the same Mois that he remembered. For his sake, so he could either try to figure out how he could fight her if he still loved her or get over it and go on with the war. He didn't want to hurt the efforts of a battle because of love like some Giroro after all.

"You know, you aren't that tough, Miss Lord of Terror." Kululu accused. "Even if you're some general against me, you aren't that tough. Because you're not yourself. You don't act much like the old Mois. And the other Mois was tougher."

"How so?" Mois asked.

"Well, if she was mad or wanted me to get lost she'd simply try to destroy the planet." Kululu shrugged, "She wore her emotions on her sleeve, she was easy to read, but she packed full destructive potential. Despite being in a war I haven't felt the planet shake from you trying to destroy it. Destruction would benefit you much more than a long drawn out affair like a war." Kululu didn't really want the planet destroyed but he decided to point out these facts anyway.

"I'm still me. I might not be destroying your planet, but that's only because I'm giving you a chance to surrender." Mois explained.

"The new you is cold and calculating." Kululu reminded her, "Not bright-eyed, bright-hearted and easy to read like the old you. And I think the old you was much more frightening. After all you're innocence is now gone. You aren't really yourself."

Mois finally started paying attention to him. She frowned at him as she stared at him. I guess he would think that my innocence of all things was what made me tougher. But something stuck out to her about Kululu's description of the old her. That he held that innocent part so highly, "Was my supposed innocence all you knew about me? All you cared about?" She asked.

Kululu was caught off guard. Nobody had ever accused him of caring about that innocent part of Angol Mois before.

"I haven't actually changed that much. I just think you never cared to learn about the real me." Mois furrowed her brow, now looking angry at his accusations. "I was always able to calculate things like this. I was always willing to kill. I just put up a different outer appearance so that people would be able to deal with me better."

Mois frowned at him again, "I've always been smart and calculating about things. Although I wasn't assertive before, it was something I had a little bit of trouble with, I've been getting better at it!" She pointed out, "And my bitter evilness was always there. It was just better hidden. So I think I've always been myself. It's just that you don't know who I am."

"I do know the real you." Kululu tried to convince her, he insisted that he knew the real her. "True. You are all of that. The evil and the innocent, it's just that you've also changed. I don't think you know what's really important to you anymore." Maybe this conversation could go better than he hoped for. Maybe he could even convince her to destroy Pekopon in the process of winning back the old Mois.

He didn't need to make friends after all. He just needed to get the old her back, figure out what she was like.

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Mois asked.

"Just like this city, you seem to be distancing yourself from everything that's hurt you in the past. Destroying the universe in the process. Ku." Kululu pointed out something she could not deny. "You're distancing yourself from everything that's been bad to you...Including me."

Mois frowned at him. If this was his way of getting her to talk to him it wouldn't work. She crossed her arms and glared at him. Those reasons don't make it seem like I've changed. It makes it sound like Kululu just can't handle me being irritated at him. She felt annoyed. Maybe he couldn't, after all on Pekopon she had been increasingly patient with him. He had never ever made her angry or hurt her, so he had never seen what it would have been like to have her hurt.

She turned around, done with talking to him.

"Look, I know conversing with me has been really hard." Kululu ran his hand over his forehead trying to find what words to say, "I have a really rocky exterior. But my core is basically just molten lava. When destroyed I probably split into a million pieces, just like a planet. So let's destroy me." Kululu pointed to her and made a fancy pose.

He knew that if she wasn't the same she wouldn't laugh at some sort of planetary destruction analogy. That was a fool-hearty way of getting Mois to respond. Relate anything to planetary destruction.

Just like expected, Mois did giggle, despite herself. She covered her mouth to conceal her giggles. "I'd sure like to." She agreed

She is the same. Kululu realized. "Before you go, I got something for you." He hoped he had her attention now. He walked over to his hovercraft and picked up a book he had brought, in case he ran into Angol Mois.

Mois waited patiently and took the book that he handed her. Her eyes lit up in delight.

"1001 fault lines of different planets?" She read the title aloud. She loved fault lines.

Yes! It's working! I'm not only winning her over but she is just like herself! Kululu wanted to cheer to himself. Her eyes were glowing with such happiness.

She skimmed through the book and frowned, "Most of these are wrong. This planet's fault line is actually over to the west of the planet, not the east." She told him.

Kululu grinned. He knew. It was just a test to see if she was still researching fault lines.

She handed the book back to him frowning, "I appreciate it, but I don't want a book with false information."

Kululu just grinned. "I do know the real you." He said suddenly.

Mois raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I cared enough to learn all about you." Kululu reassured.

Mois looked at the ground and smiled a bit. The smile showed off all her emotions just like she was wearing her feelings on her sleeve like before. She liked Kululu saying that he cared about her.

"But I'm also right that you've changed a lot. Maybe you haven't and I'm just not used to seeing you hold all the chips. I've never seen you with this much power before, not to say it's a bad thing." Kululu quickly said, "It's very hot."

Mois turned pink, as her face flushed at that confession. That was not something she had expected Kululu to say, but apparently he had no shame in confessing that he was attracted to power.

Kululu smiled. Haven't seen her blush in a while. He was seeing a lot of expressions that he thought he'd never see again. It was time to try to win her friendship again. Try to win her over. "It's just that I also...m-miss your cute side." Miss was a hard word for Kululu to say. He wondered if she'd read too much into it.

Maybe he was just acting so confident and forward right now because he knew Mois had the power to kill him if she tired of him. "You know the side of you that would rant about things that you were passionate about, that would chatter endlessly to me. Your perky nature. Your happiness when we were working together on a project or something. That sort of stuff." Kululu listed. Really it would have been easier saying he missed their friendship and that was what he really missed. But that was too forward. Too direct.

It was easier to just describe what he was feeling.

Mois smiled a bright, large smile, but then her smile faltered as she looked at Kululu. Wait...If he felt this whole way like he missed doing so many things with me, why didn't he tell me sooner? Mois wanted to believe Kululu's words, she wanted to hug him and reassure him that she was the same as always, but she felt her common sense trying to rationalize what Kululu was saying. It didn't make sense for him to be saying all these things unless he had a reason. We're in a war. And Kululu is very manipulative and intelligent. He can read people's desires and psychologies. I bet he knows that I want to hear all this stuff and is trying to tell me it to trick me to get me to stop this war. Mois's hands twisted against each other as her smile dropped.

After all, if Kululu honestly felt that she was so 'cute' and innocent and he missed her being like that, why hadn't he contacted her? It just didn't make sense.

If he cared as much as he was saying, why hadn't he shown it? Or did he only care when it most benefited him? When it was most convenient?

"I-if...If you cared so much for me..." Mois stuttered and tried to be direct. As assertive as she had learned how to be, "Why didn't you contact me? Why didn't you talk to me? Why did you cut me off?" She asked looking at him sadly.

Kululu was startled by the question. He had never come here to apologize or deal with this issue. One issue at a time, and the most recent issue he was dealing with was being Mois's enemy in a war.

Kululu tried to figure out what to say. But eventually the words just came out, without him thinking them over. "Some things just end, Mois." He said sadly, "Like planets. I assumed after Pekopon that our friendship was the same. That nothing bonded us together, that there was no reason to continue it..." He hoped she'd understand. It wasn't her fault, it was his insecurities that had stopped him from contacting her.

His fears. She's always been patient and understanding. But can she be understanding about this? After all, how did he explain to someone about how irrational he had been solely because of an anxiety that could never be cured and stopped? That he was just terrible with people.

He wanted her to reassure him that it wouldn't be the case. That their friendship would have remained. But that was hoping for too much.

After all, Mois was her own person too, and she had her own wishes, thoughts and feelings. And her feelings were hurt.

Mois looked hurt and sad from his confession. Not understanding or ready to be an unlimited bottle of unconditional affection that could never be broken. Instead she looked sad, "What was so wrong about me that I wouldn't be good enough for a friendship after Pekopon?" She asked.

After all, she knew for a fact Kululu had been able to manage a friendship with Saburo after Pekopon. So that made her different. An outlier.

"Oh no, no, no..." Kululu wanted to reassure her it wasn't her fault. That she was good enough, "It really wasn't anything about you." He wanted to reach out to her and stroke her cheek or give her anything that would help reassure her. But he couldn't touch her, his fear and the new label of them being enemies prevented him. "It was really all on me. It was my fault." He tried to tell her, "It was nothing about you. It's me."

Kululu was only ever this reassuring when he realized he had actually hurt her and made a huge mistake.

Mois frowned and tried to wipe away any tears that had fallen from her eyes. This sounds like the classic 'it's not you, it's me' speech. She just felt even more irritated with Kululu when she realized that.

Those speeches were always excuses not to tell the truth.

Kululu picked up on her irritation with him. "I didn't know what I wanted. I wrongly assumed you didn't care about me and wouldn't get hurt by my actions." Kululu paused seeing that that wasn't enough, "Mois, I was in-insecure-" admitting his insecurities to another person was probably the hardest thing ever but he had to do it, even though he stuttered.

Mois didn't hear him, instead she cut him off. She was desperate. "Has everything changed between us? Then and even now?" She knew they were in a war but if Kululu said it hadn't changed, well...She was prone to bad decision making and being dumb. She'd forgive him out of desperation and take him back as a friend.

If only he'd tell her that nothing had changed. That he still felt the same as he had on Pekopon. She would have felt like that was enough and taken him back.

But it has changed. Mois reminded herself. No way has it not. And I could fool myself into saying that it hasn't changed if he said it hasn't, but eventually my hurt feelings would come up again, the fear that he'd leave and never contact me again.

Kululu thought for a moment at her question, surprised by it. Feeling she deserved an honest answer, he thought long and hard about it.

He could probably forgive her about this war on Keron. It was just a bump in the road of their relationship to him. The seven years apart didn't bother him all that much as long as he knew she was the same as always, but there was one thing he kept coming back to that he couldn't forget. A mistake.

He bit his lip as he thought about the two times he had kissed her. After something like that, there was no way any friendship could be the same. And it was probably the sole reason he had also neglected to contact her. Because he had acted on instincts and kissed her like an idiot.

"Yes." He said, "It has all changed." He closed his eyes, recalling the kiss again. It would always loom over him as a regret. A mistake.

Mois frowned. I wonder if he thinks it has all changed because I'm different. She was sure that he still thought she was different. That they could never reclaim what they had lost. But she was willing to reclaim it if he would just try.

But she had to prove to him she was the same, first. That he was the same keronian that she had met on Pekopon. "Prove it." She ordered, "Prove that everything's different between us."

"How?" Kululu asked.

"I promise you that the angolians will withdraw from war for a day if you can beat me in something simple of my choosing. You keronians can rest for a day." Mois offered.

Kululu looked hopeful. This was something he was obligated not to refuse. I'll be some sort of hero if I can do this! Maybe I can finally be promoted back to Major. It was his dream to reclaim his old title.

"Okay." He agreed. "What is it?"

"A staring contest." A nefarious smirk inched onto her lips.

Kululu's hopes dropped. Maybe I'm right. Maybe I am over my feelings for her. Maybe the fear has waned...He was hopeful. He could at least try.

He had to try his hardest for the planet. His life and so many others were at stake.

He sat down in front of her.

"1...2...3...Go!" She counted down on her fingers and stared at him.

Kululu tried to keep his eyes open instead of ducking behind some rubble or squirming on the ground. But his eyes twitched as soon as he saw her staring at him.

Her eyes were so large, so innocent. And it wasn't even hard for her to look at him. Her gaze was soft even if her eyes were filled with determination to beat him. But it was an innocent sort of determination. A fun, simple sort.

Kululu felt the war, his worries, everything melt away. His thoughts were the most important thing to him and just looking at her made them all disappear replaced by only thoughts of her.

Her eyes looked slightly red and hurt. He could tell deep down she still cared about him and thought of him as a friend.

She's right. Nothing has changed. She still thinks of me as a friend and I'm still terrified of her. He was terrifyingly in love with her. He realized. He gave up not even 10 seconds in, falling to the ground and squirming, his leg twitching in the air and begging for her to stop staring at him.

Nothing had changed. His feelings were the same. She was the same. Everything was the same as back then.

And Kululu didn't know what to do.

Mois smiled. Things haven't changed. She felt peaceful for once, more calm at that knowledge. All her other pekoponian friends had changed and hated her, but Kululu was the same as always. Terrified of her.

Maybe that was why she had been so mad when he didn't even say a simple hello. It was because he had never changed and was still the same Kululu as on Pekopon. He probably felt like very little time had passed since then.

"I'll tell everybody I lost. The angolians will withdraw for the day. After all you deserve the rest after such a humiliating lose." Mois teased.

Kululu frowned. She was wicked. Helping him out while still teasing him.

"Why would you help me out?" Kululu asked, "We're enemies." He reminded her.

"I proved you wrong." She smiled, "We're still the same people. I haven't changed and despite you being gone so long, you haven't changed either."

She stood up. Kululu looked shocked at her words.

She thought I might have changed? But I'm Kululu. I never change. The keronians hadn't changed that much besides Keroro. He was desperately trying to be the opposite of what he had been on Pekopon since he blamed himself for the failures of that invasion.

Before he could continue talking to her, apologize to her, or anything else. She took flight and left.

And he was left to tally bodies.

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