Yeah, last chapter was too happy. Here I'll fix that with the first character death.
Have fun.
Kululu didn't know what to do after his defeat. One thing was blatantly obvious. Kululu wouldn't be able to defeat Mois in this war. He was madly in love with her.
During their day of break, thanks to Mois, Kululu approached Saburo. Saburo was the only one he could confide in and talk to and even though it was hard for Kululu to even tell himself about his feelings, he needed to talk to someone about it.
He needed advise.
"I...I don't know what to do..." Kululu looked out of a window and paced around as he talked to his friend.
"About what?" Saburo asked off-handily.
Kululu looked at Saburo, "I...I'm in love with Angol Mois, Like madly in love with her. I'm going to doom us all like some idiot like Giroro. I don't know what to do. Ku." Kululu wanted to pull at his hat in anger at himself. He knew he was talking about himself being in love with Angol Mois but he mostly felt anger and annoyance.
He didn't want these feelings. He never wanted these feelings.
Saburo looked slightly shocked at the confession. "What did Giroro do?" That was the part he was shocked about.
"He was in love with Natsumi and doomed the invasion." Kululu said impatiently. "Keep focused. We're talking about my problems. Not his. That's what shocks you?"
Saburo looked totally stunned. "I had no idea Giroro liked Natsumi!" So many things made sense now.
Kululu sighed. "I'm in love with Mois!" He shouted again, like Saburo hadn't heard him. Where was his shock.
Saburo waved his hand, dismissing that. "Oh. I already knew. I mean, I hang out with you and talk to you all the time." He reminded, "It was pretty darn obvious back on Pekopon you liked her."
"What? But...But I hadn't confessed to liking her back on Pekopon! I hadn't even faced my feelings then." Kululu was shocked at the knowledge of that. How had Saburo known? He felt embarrassed.
"Maybe you should inform the other humans about that." Saburo teased, "I think we all thought you were secretly dating. I'm pretty sure the only two people out of us who didn't think you were a couple were...Giroro and Tamama. They said something about her liking Keroro, but Fuyuki pointed out that could be a false front."
"You...You met up without me and Mois to talk about it?" Kululu was just totally stunned. He hadn't known anything about this. They had all thought something was going on?
At least they didn't think it was a one-sided thing. I guess it being a crush sounds even more pathetic than we were dating or something. Kind of funny that everybody thought we were a couple. Maybe Kululu would laugh about it later.
Saburo nodded, "Only a few times. And don't worry. Sometimes Mois was around too. I think one time we actually convinced her you guys were dating and she just hadn't known about it. Pretty sure she saw reason and realized she would have known if she was dating you by the end of the meeting." Saburo shrugged, "Sometimes she defended that you two weren't a couple. Really it just made us think it more."
Kululu was even more shocked that Mois was in on this. Was this some sort of elaborate prank that he hadn't been told about?
"Focus." Kululu shook his head, "I wanted advise on what to do about my current issue. Mois is my enemy, she's fighting against us in a war. What I do?"
"I'm sure things will be okay..." Saburo tried to reassure his friend.
"She's trying to destroy the universe. And I'm part of the universe!" Kululu reminded, "I can't let her win, but I also can't beat her because I like her."
He was panicking. Kululu started breathing very heavily trying to figure out what to do. Perhaps if he had less oxygen in his brain from hyperventilating he could think. But the dilemma just got worse and worse and more and more frightening.
He was going to die. Or Mois was going to die because he had to kill her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa...Calm down..." Saburo tried to get Kululu to calm down. He picked Kululu up in his arms and rocked him gently like a baby. "The Mois I know is reasonable. Maybe if you told her you couldn't fight her because of feelings for her, she'd make sure that you wouldn't have to face you on the battlefield." Saburo never saw a problem with honesty. At least that was what he liked to tell people despite the fact that he still hadn't told anyone about Mutsumi.
Kululu glared at him. "I can't do that! What kind of person just spurts their feelings out like that?" He was terrible at being honest.
"All right. Then just tell Garuru that you can't fight. Quit and pull out of the war." Saburo advised.
Kululu didn't want to do that either. What if they started doing things even more violent to Mois and he couldn't prevent it because he wasn't around?
Also he still wanted that promotion to Major.
He rubbed his head. This was a tough dilemma in front of him.
The feelings hadn't gone away that Tamama wasn't happy. He was still thinking about the question of if he loved Keroro or if he loved competing for Keroro.
And if he didn't know, then this wasn't the sort of relationship he wanted to be in. So since they were on a break from the war, he headed off to talk to Keroro.
Keroro smiled as he saw Tamama, unaware of what was about to happen.
"Keroro..." Tamama held his boyfriend's hand. "I think we should break up."
Keroro's smile dropped and his expression gave away to horror. "W-what?"
"I don't know what I want in this relationship. Perhaps I was fooling myself about being in love with you and I've grown up." Tamama told him.
Keroro was shaking. He didn't let go of Tamama's hand.
"O-okay..." Keroro finally said. "I'm fine with that...After all, I can't force you to stay. I hope we can still be friends." He still wanted to be mature about this and nice. He tried to keep his voice cool, and calm instead of shaking.
Tamama frowned at him. "You're not fighting back against my decision?" He asked. He sounded mad.
Keroro shook his head. "Of course not. I can't stop you. That would be selfish to try." He had to be a good boyfriend. Or now ex-boyfriend.
"You need to be fighting back against this and telling me how much you love me!" Tamama yelled. He knew he had made this choice, but secretly he wanted Keroro to change his mind, to fight back. He wanted to know that there was nothing to be insecure about.
"That wouldn't make you stay." Keroro was sure of this so he didn't even try. That was one of his problems. If he gave up hope on something he never tried. "And making you stay against your will is wrong anyway."
Tamama grated his teeth together angrily. "That's the reason I'm breaking up with you! Because you're such a goody-two shoes and don't love me!" He confessed, screaming.
Keroro looked shocked at that. He was the opposite of a goody-two shoes. "That's wrong. Why would you think I didn't love you?" Did he not say it enough? He was trying to be a good boyfriend and say it at least once a day. That was what relationship books told him.
"Because you're never passionate about anything." Tamama shrugged, annoyed. "You're never emotional! You're just calm and composed. The Keroro I fell in love with, really fell in love with and got to know on Pekopon was always emotional. He cried over a gundam breaking for goodness sake!" Tamama pointed out, "But you never act that way about me. You never act emotional near me. You just act perfect and supportive. Like it's not really real."
Keroro wanted to tell Tamama that wasn't true, but Tamama just turned around. "So it's over. You didn't even try to stop this." Tamama told him. He left, tears streaming behind him.
What did I do wrong? Keroro wondered, shaking. He had tried his hardest. Didn't that mean he really cared about something? Because he had put the effort in?
What could he have done differently?
"Did it all go downhill after we left Pekopon, Fuyuki?" Keroro asked later to his friend. "Or would staying have made us just die with the rest of the planet?"
"I don't know." Fuyuki shook his head, "I don't know."
The next day, the keronians didn't have the luxury of having the day off. Keroro was of course shaken by being broken up with, but Natsumi was raring to go and to battle.
She charged through angolian forces with Giroro by her side, until they finally reached Fear, Mois's cousin. Natsumi's eyes glinted as she saw the lucifer spear in Fear's hands.
"I'll take this one." She told Giroro.
"We could fight together." Giroro reminded her. Natsumi smiled.
"Cover me." She requested. Giroro nodded, of course he would.
Fear got her spear ready, like a sword. "You're the one who hurt Mois." She recalled. She smiled. She would definitely take Natsumi out.
Mois didn't have to face her again. Because Natsumi would be dead.
"Fear!" Mois walked up to her and then saw Natsumi charge.
"Let me take this one." Fear volunteered, "She's mine."
Mois's lips quivered. She didn't want Natsumi to be hurt and she knew Fear had the strength to destroy her. But she nodded. There was no reason she had to refuse Fear's request.
Natsumi charged at Fear and shot at her. Fear was strong but she wasn't quick. She deflected the bullets with her spear.
Rolling on the floor, Fear stabbed down, lightning being generated from her lucifer spear.
"Whoa!" Natsumi was almost hit. Fear was strong.
"I'll destroy you." Fear threatened. Natsumi kept her eyes scurrying around the battlefield, predicting Fear's moves.
Fear had been fighting for years. She was a tough opponent. But Natsumi was just naturally gifted in battle. Throwing a gun to Giroro and switching weapons to a laser sword she worked hand in hand with Giroro to throw an array of bullets at Fear, until there was nowhere to dodge or deflect.
"Got you!" Natsumi grinned as she readied herself to slice Fear's pretty little head off.
This is it! Fear realized. Natsumi was tougher than her. And there was no way she could block Natsumi's move. Natsumi was just tougher than her.
Mois intervened and blocked Natsumi, stepping in front of her cousin.
"That's enough." Mois frowned at Natsumi, "I won't have you hurting Fear." If Natsumi needed an opponent, than so be it, she'd be her opponent again.
Natsumi glanced at Fear again. She wanted to fight her. The angol girl was almost equal in strength to her. Almost.
She was tough. Their fight had been filled with blasts and been almost legendary.
"You can't stop me-" Natsumi hissed as she stepped forward. As she stepped on the ground she lost her footing and fell to the ground, coughing.
"Natsumi!" Giroro screamed and ran forward to her side.
Natsumi was covering her mouth, coughing up chunky blood. She cradled her stomach.
Mois's eyes widened as she glanced at Natsumi's hands. They were bruised and callused from war. But more noticeably small fungus were growing in the calluses.
"Get away." Giroro hissed as Mois bent down to examine her.
Mois put her hand on Natsumi's head as Natsumi weakly tried to slap her away. Her head was burning.
"She has the virus from Pekopon, Giroro." Mois whispered.
Giroro's mouth became dry with terror. "I...I can fix it..." He knew that getting the virus was almost certain death, "I can find another space Cerberus..."
"They're extinct." Mois told him. That was mostly her fault too.
Giroro shook his head.
"Stand back, Fear. I'll take care of this." Mois volunteered.
"It would be for the best to put her out of her misery. If you cared about her. She might have a month longer to live but it will be a painful month." Fear told her.
Mois shook her head. "Us Angolians are immune, Giroro. Let me carry her back to where you're staying so you can put her in a quarantine."
Giroro nodded weakly as Natsumi continued to choke on her own blood. He could see her eyes slowly dulling and the tips of her finger nails cracking. Her body was becoming weak.
Everybody rushed around Natsumi and Mois as Giroro tried to keep them back. A quarantine and room was quickly made for Natsumi.
"This doesn't make sense." Giroro weakly said to himself, shaking his head. "We evacuated the pekoponians from Pekopon. They shouldn't be sick."
"Someone could have already been infected, they just could have a stronger immune system and not be showing signs of the virus. They might be a carrier." Kululu explained. He glanced at Natsumi.
They had been warned. She wouldn't survive this. There was no cure. This was the reason Pekopon must be destroyed.
"Make a cure. You have to. She can't die. I can't lose her." Giroro said desperately, clutching Kululu.
"I can't. I don't know enough about the virus." Even he wasn't that smart. He couldn't make something for something he knew nothing about.
Giroro tried not to cry. He turned to Mois who was looking after Natsumi, worriedly.
"You did this!" He accused, he pulled out his gun. "If you had just done your job and destroyed Pekopon, Natsumi wouldn't be in danger!" His voice was shaking full of anger. Before he could shoot at Mois, Kululu pushed him a bit, so that the bullet only went into the wall behind her.
"Pekopon wouldn't be poisoning anyone if you had just destroyed it. Why didn't you do your job?" Giroro yelled.
Seeing that the gun wasn't working he tossed it to the ground. Walking forward he pulled Mois down and slapped her.
Mois looked a bit shocked, but rubbed her cheek. She was trying to help Natsumi after all. She was trying her hardest.
"I get it..I'm not welcomed. I'll leave." She said quietly. She walked out the door, "I hope you somehow find a way to fix her. Because I know for a fact that virus is cureless. And it's a living hell to have it."
She walked out with her last words.
Despite a quarantine being in affect, Giroro didn't care. He threw himself in Natsumi's room and spent every waking moment with her.
Giroro cried and cried when Natsumi was sleeping. But he refused to give up on her. Her body was becoming weaker and weaker and it was more and more apparent that the virus had taken ahold of her body.
It was the first time any of them had seen the effects of the virus. Her skin was becoming sickeningly green-ish and her body was becoming rough. Bark was growing over her arms as the skin split to let the bone splinter from bark and around her.
Fungus had started growing all over her face. Every moment she was awake she was screaming and moaning.
"It usually lasts a month of a painful...slow death..." Kululu explained to them.
Natsumi cried almost in terror. She couldn't move her hands, she couldn't move anything. She was so weak. But everything hurt. And she knew at the end there would only be death.
"I...I'm going to die, aren't I?" Natsumi realized. Her voice was filled with terror.
"No." Giroro grabbed her hand and stroked it. He didn't care if he got sick and infected. "I'll cure you by any means necessary." He vowed. "I'll save you."
Everybody looked through the glass at Giroro. It wasn't safe for him to be in the quarantine zone.
"Giroro, you have to leave." Keroro tried to tell him. But Giroro, didn't listen. He never listened.
"Giroro..." Fuyuki knew Natsumi was going to die. He had been crying and crying, frightened for his sister's life. But he knew there was no hope. "You should talk to my sister about the two of you...Before it's too late. She missed you." He wanted to give Natsumi at least one last bit of happiness before her expiration.
Kululu just shook his head. There was no hope.
A week had passed since Natsumi had gotten sick. Giroro still hadn't left but it was becoming more unlikely that a cure would be found despite the fact that the keronian scientists were working night and day on it.
I need to talk to Natsumi...Before it's too late. Giroro remembered Fuyuki's words. He hadn't let go of Natsumi's hand.
"Natsumi..." Giroro whispered, as Natsumi tried to look at him. Her eyes had burst in a splatter of blood the previous day. They were gone. "Would you have had a happier life if I had stayed on Pekopon?" He finally asked.
Natsumi had had a hard life. A life she didn't deserve.
"I should have chosen you. Not keron." Giroro admitted, "I should have stayed."
"It wasn't all your fault. I had complete control over my life." Natsumi finally croaked, "It wasn't lack of control that made me sad. You leaving. It was my damn pride that stopped me from telling you I'd miss you. But it was in my control."
Giroro clutched her hand tighter. She couldn't feel it.
"I wouldn't change anything. About the time you were on Pekopon. I enjoyed those old nostalgic days." Natsumi realized, "Of beating up the stupid frog, roasting sweet potatoes with you. I wouldn't change any of it."
"Natsumi..." Giroro whispered.
"I'm happy. When I die, I'll be happy I got to see you one last time." Natsumi reached out as if to hug him. Giroro guided her hand to his face so she could caress it. She smiled.
Stop talking like you're going to die. Giroro wanted to say. But he stopped himself.
"After all I finally realized that the reason I was so unhappy was because I missed you frogs. I missed you, Giroro." Natsumi confessed.
"I'm glad I got to see you on last time. I'm glad I didn't have a normal life. I'm glad you're with me when I'm dying, either from my old age or on my death bed during a war..." Natsumi whispered. She knew Giroro preferred her death happening during a war. He was super into battles. She would have preferred living to old age though.
Giroro cried loudly, wailing. "We'll find a cure, Natsumi. Don't talk as if you're going to die!" He pleaded.
"You won't." Natsumi had to face reality, "Everybody else on my planet, earth, is facing this pain. I wanted to be strong and fight it till the end, but...It hurts so much. I don't want to." Her voice was shaking in fear.
"You don't have to, Natsumi!" Giroro begged, "I'll protect you!"
"No...I don't want to go through the pain anymore. I've heard that it will only get worse and worse...Unbearably bad. Like a living hell." Natsumi was shaking, "So please...Kill me now. I'm not that strong. Kill me when I'm still me."
Giroro shook his head desperately, but she just kept begging.
"Please Giroro. It's my last request. You know as well as I do that there is no cure." She told him. "I'm too frightened to go through the rest of this sickness."
Giroro was sobbing as he loaded his gun. He knew he couldn't refuse Natsumi's request. She heard the gun clinked against her head.
"Natsumi...I love you, you know. I always have. Ever since our first meeting. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner..." Giroro confessed. His words were mangled and hard to hear from his crying. But Natsumi heard.
She smiled softly. "It's too late now." If only he had told her sooner. But right now it was too late.
Giroro cried at her last words as the gun went off. Natsumi fell to the ground, dead.
Giroro's legs gave out and he cried over his lost love. His fingers still felt bloody from the trigger. No blood was on them, but his hands were enough.
It was too late. Everything was too late. The virus had invaded and the damage from leaving their friends on Pekopon could never be repaired.
It was already too late.
I honestly can't believe Koyuki or Saburo weren't the first to go. They're usually the first to die in my stories. Not because I don't like Koyuki but just because I have problems writing her. I feel so bad about it too because I love Koyuki.
Saburo I feel less bad about.
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