Sorry this chapter took a bit. I was busy with work.
Keroro didn't handle guns nor was he a traditional front-line soldier. Usually he stayed in the back surveying the battle from a tent. Or he had a hovercraft that he was looking at things from above.
But the keron forces were pushing farther into what the Angolians had taken as their territory. The Angolians of course didn't need land, but they were taking the keronians resources so they would have a more difficult time, and they knew better than anyone that land was important.
However, emperor Garuru had finally suggested that very obvious. Garuru had told the soldiers to start using angol stones when attacking the Angols, despite it being a rare material. He vowed that there would never be another person like Natsumi and that they had to finish this war quickly. And Keroro was very happy to follow him.
Because of the Angol stones, Angolians were actually dying. Keroro could step over their bodies as if they were flies.
We might be able to win this thing! Keroro smiled. It was the first time in months that he had a little bit of hope. That any of them had any hope. The angolians had been beating them terribly after all.
Keroro never wanted to lose hope, never wanted to lose happiness but when Natsumi had died and Tamama had dumped him all in one week he had been close to, close to giving up.
But Tamama had taken him back. They were together and Keroro never wanted to almost lose him again.
I can't fight as if I'm still imagining Mois as a child. Keroro remembered. He had vowed after Pekopon to only put in his best effort. He didn't want to be lazy and useless again. But just like old times, in the war with the angolians he had slipped into old habits.
He had stopped caring, stopped putting forth his best.
Keroro pushed through the front lines and saw a familiar figure. Mois.
He no longer had the affection that he used to have for her. He know longer felt like she was his niece. He simply didn't care for her.
He tightened his grip on a laser sword he had picked up. I need to slay her. She's my demon. My burden to bare. He had helped create her after all. Couldn't that be said for any adult in a child's life?
He had played a part. And because of that he needed to put her down.
"Keroro." Mois said coldly, seeing him. "I thought you preferred to dictate your orders to others?"
"I want to stop this. For Natsumi's sake." Keroro told her.
Mois's eyes glanced at the sword. "By the looks of it, you don't mean surrendering."
Keroro shook his head. "You're at fault for Natsumi's death, Mois. If you had destroyed Pekopon she would still be alive." He accused.
Mois nodded. That was true.
Keroro looked startled that she admitted to her crimes. He then yelled at her, charging at her screaming.
Mois danced around his blade, spinning around. She was taller, larger, and faster and Keroro wasn't trained for combat. There was no way for him to beat her.
She pulled out her lucifer spear ready to stab.
Keroro smiled. "Gotcha." He grinned as she looked into his eyes. The Keron star on his belly glowed.
No! I'm the lord of terror! An angolian. The Keron star can't be that powerful to control even me? Mois knew it was though. The charisma in Keroro's keron star was all that he was making it out to be. It effected her a considerable amount.
"Kneel." Keroro ordered.
Mois tried to struggle against the charismatic command, but she felt her knees crumbling beneath her anyway.
Keroro tossed her a gun lying on the ground. "Now...I want you to shoot yourself." His voice was smooth. So charismatic. There was no way to refuse it.
Mois's hands were shaking. One of her arms tried to clutch at the other and stop herself. But she grabbed the gun.
"KERORO!" Tamama yelled, snapping Keroro out of his charismatic trance. Tamama charged onto the battlefield.
"Tamama?" Keroro looked a bit shocked to see him. He stretched out his arms and greeted him. "What are you doing here? Being so far into the battlefield is dangerous!"
Tamama shook his head, "I should be saying the same thing to you! I heard you went farther into the battlefield. I wanted to be here to help you...To find you." He kissed Keroro.
Keroro caressed him. "But I'm worried about you! I don't know what I would do if something hurt you. I need to protect you-" He was completely distracted.
And Mois was free from her trance. She silently got up and didn't even think about her actions. She sliced with her spear, a clean slice against Keroro's back while he was paying attention to Tamama.
"AUGHH!" Keroro screamed. He collapsed onto Tamama's arms. Tamama saw Mois behind him.
"WOMAN!" Tamama screamed, "W-what did you do? How...How dare you?" He just yelled.
Keroro reached out to Tamama's face and looked at it. "Get away...Tamama...I don't want you hurt..." He begged. It was too late though. The blood from his back was covering Tamama's hands. The cut had whacked into his spine.
He took his last breath. And he was gone.
Tamama just cried and cried and shook Keroro as if to wake him. None of it worked. He didn't respond.
Mois looked at the crying Tamama and the dead Keroro. She was steadying herself from Keroro's almost victory. One of the things she noticed though was she didn't feel any regret.
I just killed Keroro. She realized. I must have truly cut him off, because I don't feel any regret. Keroro had been her weakness. He had made her weak. And once he was gone she was stronger.
There was nothing stopping her now. "You should run, Tamama. I no longer care for my former companions." She could handle this. She could defeat them all and...
Tamama had an angol stone in his hand. "You...You aren't going anywhere, you evil woman! I am going to destroy you!"
Mois felt herself drift off and collapse. There was nothing she could do.
And she felt darkness greet her.
To Mois's surprise when she woke up Tamama hadn't killed her, although she could hear his crying even through her angol stone prison.
"We should kill her!" Tamama cried, "She...She murdered Keroro..." Tamama sobbed again, "She's my prisoner! I should get to decide what happens to her!"
Garuru shook his head, "She's the primary Angolian on the war grounds, and the King of terror's daughter. She's important and it would benefit us more to use her as a bargaining chip and a hostage." Garuru told them.
Everybody in the room, Saburo, Fuyuki, Momoka Dororo, Giroro and Kululu didn't look too pleased with that news.
"Is...Is Keroro really dead? Is there nothing you can do for him?" Dororo asked.
Garuru looked down. "I'm sorry. As Tamama described, she struck a killing blow while he was distracted."
Fuyuki's eyes became wet with tears at the news. Everybody looked sad at the news of Keroro's death. Well, except Kululu. He didn't look like he cared that much. But he never looked like he cared.
"I'd...I'd like her dead." Giroro agreed with Tamama, "But if my brother thinks using her as a bargaining chip is a smarter decision, then I'll stand by his choices."
"Destroy the angol stone." Garuru ordered. We have strong enough chains to hold her.
As the angol stone was destroyed, Mois saw that incredibly strong chains were around her legs and wrists. Small chunks of minerals and stones, one being angol stone dust was in them. Her powers were useless.
"...You aren't going to kill me?" Mois was confused from their conversation.
"You will be our prisoner." Garuru explained, "And I wish to talk to you. Your father is the one who refused to destroy Pekopon. You have been his messenger this entire time. So...If something were to happen to him when he was retrieving you, would you take over and destroy Pekopon in return for peace with us and your life?" Garuru looked at her.
Mois knew what he was negotiating. He was planning to give her Angol in return for her destroying Pekopon. He wanted to take her father out.
"You think me a pawn." Mois realized.
Garuru nodded, "But we can turn you into a queen."
Mois laughed for a moment, loudly. "My father has taken a back seat to politics and work." She revealed, "It was my choice all along to not destroy Pekopon. And it's something the other angolians agree with. A clean slate for this universe would be a great thing-I can see you reaching for your gun, and I'd like to warn you yet again that there are only four angols with planet destroying capabilities and I am the only one familiar with Pekopon and the best suited to destroy it." Mois grinned, "And if you kill me I doubt any of the other angolians will listen to you. And in a few years when I am reincarnated I'll be a problem for you once again."
Garuru put his gun down and dropped it so she could see he wouldn't kill her.
"So...You're mostly in charge of Angol...This was all your master plan." Kululu realized. He'd like to think that she had some sort of grand mastermind scheme, but he almost suspected that she was just being petty deciding to destroy the universe because she was ticked off at all her old friends.
That kind of sounded like Mois. Whenever she got mad before on Pekopon she would have tried to destroy the planet. She was always prone to over-dramatic.
"What...What should we do?" Garuru asked.
"Keep her prisoner. Perhaps we can convince her to feel sympathy for our plight." Dororo suggested, "There are all sorts of brainwashing techniques that work on prisoners. They take months, but possibly she'll be more sympathetic after that." He was an assassin, of course he knew a bit about torture.
Mois kept her head high. All she needed to do was have some time to figure out an escape technique. She was sure she could break herself out.
Garuru nodded, "Take her to one of our high end prisoner cells for war criminals!" Garuru ordered, "I'll need guards. Since all of you know her, you'll guard in shifts..."
"Uhh...Not me." Fuyuki volunteered. "She'd escape in a matter of minutes." Fuyuki was weak.
Well there goes my hopes of escape. Mois sighed.
Garuru nodded, "Not Tamama either. I'm giving him some time off to mourn. Giroro...You too. You've experienced too many deaths of people close to you recently. Please, rest."
Giroro didn't nod. He just left to go back to Natsumi's grave.
Garuru nodded. They'd all have their assignments.
Saburo was the first one to guard Mois. She was a complete prisoner and although her eyes darted around her cage looking for a method of escape, she didn't find any.
"I never thought we'd be in this scenario." Saburo laughed, "You know, with me guarding you and you being a prisoner. It's just not really something you wake up to in the morning and think about."
Mois hissed for a moment, "I didn't really plan on being a prisoner today either. That was on Tuesday's agenda."
Saburo laughed at her joke. "Good thing you still have a sense of humor."
"...You're pretty easy-going. Aren't you mad at me like everybody else is?" Mois asked finally.
Saburo shook his head. "I interacted with you about as much as I interacted with Momoka on Earth." He reminded, "We weren't very close, but we were some-what friends. And since you are Kululu's friend, you're okay in my books."
Mois was quiet at those words. "You...You do realize I'm dooming the entire universe, right?"
"Not like I care much about that. There will be clouds in the next universe and the one after that. It doesn't really matter to me." Saburo leaned back on the wall and sighed. "I don't like the dying part, but hey...Nobody can predict the future, right? Maybe somehow I'll miraculously survive. I'm sure Kululu can invent something to save my life."
Mois was quiet again for a moment. It never occurred to her that any of her previous friends might still be on good terms with her. She had tried to be nice to a lot of them, Tamama, Dororo, Giroro, Fuyuki, Natsumi, and all of them hated her.
But Saburo...Saburo was the one person who was still the same as always.
"I killed Keroro today." She reminded him, "And everybody's blaming me for Natsumi's death. I didn't destroy Pekopon in time and now she's dead."
"I didn't like Natsumi much anymore, anyway." Saburo shrugged, "We had a messy break up. Keroro...That's a pity, but he was probably trying to kill you, right? You had your reasons."
Mois nodded. She had. Someone's actually on my side? "Is...Is there an ulterior motive to your kindness? Are you trying to convince me to give up this war?"
"As I said before, you're cool in my books because you're Kululu's friend." Saburo shrugged, "And I'd like to get to know someone so important to Kululu better."
Mois frowned for a moment, "I'm very sorry to disappoint you, but Kululu and me aren't actually friends anymore. You must have heard about what he did, right?"
Saburo pouted for a moment, "Not contacting you, right? Even though he kept in perfect contact with me. Man you must be super jealous of me!"
Mois glared at Saburo deeply. She was. She just didn't want to say that. "Kululu has made it clear on multiple occasions that he and I don't have the same relationship as we did on Pekopon, and likely we can't."
"I bet you're pretty bummed about that." Saburo tried to seem pretty chill about this conversation as he played with a rubix cube, but really he wanted to know about how Mois was feeling about Kululu. After all Kululu had told him himself that he was in love with this girl.
And that meant that Saburo had an obligation to figure out how Kululu could fix his own problems. Maybe the war would be fixed in the process.
Mois was grumbling for a moment at how lax Saburo was, but she finally answered in a whisper, "I am."
"He's kind of awkward, isn't he?" Saburo agreed, "I don't think he really knows how to deal with people. He seems kind of anxious if anything seems too close. Heck, he'll only really refer to me as a wave buddy, not a friend." Saburo agreed.
Mois listened.
"Sometimes I feel like Kululu's so insecure about our relationship that he tries to buy my friendship. Like thinking that I'll be obligated to still be his friend no matter how much he messes up or something. Even when he was on Keron, he'd send me inventions and gifts to help my life. It was kind of uncomfortable because I didn't need the stuff." Saburo laughed, "I had nothing for him. But he'd always insist that he was just sending me them because he didn't need them."
"He never did that for me." Mois shook her head. She smiled a little bit though. Although she was jealous that Kululu cared more about Saburo than her, she was glad that someone else realized how incredibly awkward Kululu was and it wasn't just her. She was also secretly glad that Kululu had a friend and would continue feeling secure about their relationship as long as he continued sending gifts.
She felt real pity for Kululu though. It was the first time she had felt pity for Kululu in a long time. Mostly she just felt mad.
"He didn't try to buy you off to stay with him?" Saburo asked, "Huh. Maybe he thought that there was no point because you were bound to leave eventually. I mean, I hate to say this Mois but you're a way higher standard than him. At least everybody knows that I'm kind of creepy and a jerk so he feels like we're on the same level. But nah, you're way different than him, so he was probably sure that you were going to leave."
A lot of things started making sense. After all if Mois was bound to leave eventually that made sense why Kululu had just accepted that they'd never see each other again after Pekopon. For some reason he had tricked himself in his head that she'd leave him unless he stopped seeing her, and not wanting to get hurt, he cut her off.
"But that doesn't take into account how I felt at all!" Mois pouted. She no longer appeared like she was just a prisoner more distant from this conversation because she had better things to do. "I was very obvious about how much I cared for our friendship after all. I even made him pinky swear to me that he'd stay in contact with me. And he didn't."
Saburo winced. "Yeah...Kululu's not very people smart. He's kind of dumb." He had no way to rationalize that. After all Mois wasn't just some thing that was programmed to wait around for Kululu until Kululu was ready to confront her. She had real feelings too.
"And on top of that, he hasn't even apologized for cutting me off and not contacting me! I just keep waiting for him to apologize and he hasn't." Mois was now ranting. "The first thing he said to me after seeing me for the first time in years wasn't a hi or hello or even I'm sorry or I missed you, it was a rant about why I should help him. The last time I saw him he just ranted to me about how different I was and how everything had changed and he still hasn't apologized!"
Saburo didn't know how to fix this. He just kind of winced as he listened.
"The only thing he ever apologizes for or takes credit for being mistakes are things that clearly weren't mistakes and I don't want him to feel bad about!" Mois just wouldn't stop talking as she continued to think about all of Kululu's faults, especially the times he had kissed her. "Why is he like this?"
"I think he's afraid." Saburo admitted, "Of messing positive interactions up. So he just aims for negative ones with all his heart because it won't matter if he does those badly, that was his goal from the beginning." Saburo tried to rationalize Kululu.
Mois sighed. "I know...I know he's afraid. I just wish he trusted me and knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't hurt him or be mad at him for messing up as long as he just tried! I don't care if he does it badly as long as he makes the attempt."
"Kind of hard to trust you when you're killing all keronians." Saburo pointed out.
Mois shrugged. Well, Saburo could point out the obvious, but she didn't think it was that big of a deal. "Like Kululu cares."
Saburo nodded in sadness. That was absolutely true. Kululu probably only cared that this war gave him more work and not about all the lives that had been lost.
Saburo sat as Mois ranted more about how angry she was at Kululu.
It was Kululu's guard shift after Saburo's. Saburo walked through the hall away from Angol Mois. He bumped Kululu's shoulder.
"You have to apologize to her, man. She's like super mad about that texting thing. It was a big deal to her." Saburo advised.
Kululu nodded, solemnly. He wasn't too happy that he'd have to bring up his mistakes and that, but Saburo was right. He'd have to apologize eventually.
And Mois deserved it. She deserved an apology.
He just didn't know how to get it out of his mouth. He had tried so hard to write one up but he kept tossing it and destroying it.
"Um...Hey." Kululu greeted Mois as he sat in front of her stare. Unlike Saburo he didn't lean against something and not look at her, instead he tried to look at her. When she glanced at him he started sweating. "So...I see you got captured." He tried to make conversation. Awkward conversation.
"I couldn't tell it was that obvious." Mois lifted up her chains, being sarcastic.
Kululu gulped. "Have a nice chat with Saburo?"
"Yeah." Mois actually smiled, "He was pretty nice. I appreciate that someone's trying to be my friend."
Kululu couldn't tell if that jab was directed at him. I'm sorry. He tried to work up, to say. But instead he said something completely different. "You killed Keroro."
"I know." Mois replied.
"Congratulations. I didn't think you had it in you." Kululu was the only one not grieving.
"I...I didn't either. I thought I'd stop myself at the end. I guess I really did cut him off. I was stronger than I thought." Mois admitted.
Kululu bit his lip. Would you kill me too? After all Keroro was close to you and you wouldn't have killed him before. There was one point in their life where Mois had vowed never to destroy the planet if Kululu didn't have an escape ship, when she valued his life. Kululu didn't know if he was still safe. He wondered if he'd be the next death. The next Keroro.
"You look worried. Are you scared I'll kill you?" Mois asked, she could read Kululu like a book.
"You think I don't know you that much?" Kululu asked trying to appear shocked, "Nah, you'd never kill me. You promised that you wouldn't want me dead a long time ago. And...You still care about me?" He tried to word it as a statement, not a question. But he wasn't that sure. He was just guessing he knew she might kill him.
"I've talked to Fear about it, you know." Mois whispered, "About if I'd kill you. I'd have to if you stood in my way during the war. It's nothing personal. I wouldn't want to. It's just my duty. I wouldn't be able to offer you any personal bias."
Kululu nodded. He could respect that. Personal bias...Does that mean that there is personal bias there? That she wouldn't want to kill me? That was way higher than he thought.
Kululu unlocked the jail door and walked into her cell. "I...I thought I could come in here to talk to you. Make you feel less alone, ya know? Ku, ku, ku."
He hoped that she appreciated the offer. He walked forward knowing she might be able to leap forward and strangle him with her chains. But she made no sudden movements.
"Thank you." Mois smiled for a moment. Maybe I should just give up on an apology. Just try to appreciate the moments he's trying to form a new bond or friendship. Saburo had said it himself that Kululu barely wanted to try, so it was more than she could ever hope for for him to try to do anything nice or close.
Kululu looked at her briefly as he scooted closer, waiting for her to strangle him and take the chain of keys at his waist. He saw her eyes glint over the keys but she didn't even look like she wanted to move.
"You really wouldn't hurt me." Kululu stated, "You really do still care, at least a little bit."
"Why wouldn't I?" Mois asked. "I'm not a jerk like you who doesn't make any attempt to contact an old friend in seven years." She sounded bitter, angry, but she didn't sound like she hated him.
Kululu grinned despite himself. She does care about me! "If it matters much to you, I probably wouldn't hurt you either if we met on the battlefield. I wouldn't make any attempts on your life." He knew it wasn't much of a reassurance, but he hoped Mois would accept his offer for peace.
Mois's eyes softened. Sure, that wasn't much of a promise or words of sweetness, but it did mean something to her. "Promise?"
Kululu felt his stomach tighten. Next thing she'll do is ask for a pinky swear or something. And I don't have a good track record. Kululu gave a small nod.
"You said that everything was different between us, but does that mean you care for me at least a little bit? Higher than normal people for you?" She didn't know if that meant she was on the acquaintance level or a friend. It didn't bode well that Kululu's enemy was someone he cared about more than his supposed friends, his old platoon members.
Kululu looked at her. Mois stared back. Her staring slowly melted him.
He broke. He'd do anything to stop her staring, stop her pitiful pleas to try to get his attention, to stop her looking so sad as she sat on the cold hard ground in her chains.
"I'm sorry." He spurted out, "I'm so sorry."
"What?" That was the last thing Mois thought she'd hear.
Kululu stood up, he didn't know where he was going, if he was going to leave or go to her. He eventually walked forward to her, maybe to just be closer so they could have a more private conversation. But he dropped on his knees instead in shame at what he had done, all the things he had done to hurt her. He reached out grabbing just a little bit of cloth of her shirt. He had wanted to grab her hand so she could know he was being honest.
"I was...I was so scared." He hated being honest. He didn't know why he was acting like a child and just spurting out his deepest darkest fears and confessions, "I tried writing to you so many times, more times than I can count, but every time I panicked and deleted everything. I thought that the spark of friendship wouldn't be there anymore. I didn't know how you'd react to me. I...I just thought you wouldn't care about me, I didn't know it would hurt you that I wasn't writing." Kululu's voice was a panic, barely a sob, "I'd rather have us alive and happy in my memories than dealing with things just ending...Fizzling out normally. I wanted to have the memories that I wanted, to be able to control it all."
Mois could tell he was crying a bit. He wasn't looking at her and she couldn't see his face, but she could hear it. But she was smiling while he cried. All his reasons made sense for Kululu and he was finally apologizing.
"I just couldn't confront you. But believe me when I say I had no idea you were waiting for me. That you wanted any of this, me contacting you, an apology, anything from me. I always thought that I had already made too many mistakes to fix, that there was no way to repair something I broke. You aren't an invention. You're a person. You don't make as much sense."
Mois reached up a little bit, as much as she could with her chains. She scooted Kululu closer into her arms.
She smiled gently at him. "It took you long enough to apologize." She was still a bit mad that it had taken him so long, but she wanted to be understanding. She was still hurt, but she was glad that Kululu was finally talking to her.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." Kululu just only repeated those words. It was as if working up the courage to apologize that was all he could do.
He really was like a frightened child.
Mois just smiled at him and looked at him. Eventually his sobs quieted down and he just gently touched her, her shoulders and her arms, like he was too afraid to reach around her waist or torso to hug her. It was a pathetic sort of hug.
"I missed you." He finally said.
Mois's face lit up. She loved hearing this stuff. I can't believe I'm like this. I should still be mad but just a few words of reassurance and I'm happily eating up the apologies and forgiving him. She knew there were a lot of reasons that she was forgiving him, she wanted his company and that she understood that Kululu was just frightened and that frightenedness wasn't something he could control.
Kululu looked up at her for a moment and reached up to her cheek, he leaned up for a moment as if he was about to commit another of his 'mistakes.' He was clearly going to kiss her again.
Is he going to kiss me? Mois wondered. It sure felt like it, but she didn't want to read too much into things. He had just apologized after all. What kind of dumb person kissed someone after that when they still hadn't been able to fess up to the last two kisses? She closed her eyes anyway almost institutionally as if trying to clue him on that he could do what he wanted.
If he did kiss her she was just going to get madder and madder if he didn't fess up to that one though.
What kind of idiot am I? Kululu wondered. A dumb lovesick one, obviously. He pulled himself away from Mois before he could commit any more mistakes. That was how he had gotten himself into this mess. He would have contacted her if he hadn't kissed her twice after all.
It was just something about being close to Mois that made him intoxicated and lose all sense of thought. And then before he knew it he would probably have his lips against hers. He was an idiot and he was not going to fall for his own hormones again.
I just apologized. She's in shackles and can't stop me. This is not the way I want to kiss Mois. Kululu tried to tell himself. Correction, I will not be kissing Mois again. There is no 'I want to kiss Mois' and there is no other way we'll kiss. They were never going to talk about his mistakes and he was never going to commit them again.
Mois would never forgive him ever. He pulled away and walked away so he wasn't in her arms anymore. "I...I missed you so much..." Even though he was away from Mois, his words still blurted out about what he was thinking.
Mois smiled brightly. She really liked hearing this sort of stuff. Although no matter how much I hear it it won't change this war. She might have started the war out of petty anger and it might have fueled her decision making but now that it had started it was about something bigger. The angolians would no longer be treated like less than keronians. They were a supernatural being. They would not do the keronians bidding to destroy Pekopon. Not after the keronians had slaughtered so many of them.
"Our...Our old friendship won't stop this war, you know." Mois tried to tell him. There was a little bit of fear inside her that he was only being nice to her to stop this war, to get something from her. It was like she couldn't fully trust Kululu to be honest. "I have interests outside of people and Pekopon must pay for its sins." The sin of not letting her destroy it, to purify it. Pekopon would die from a virus instead.
Kululu nodded.
"I gave up letting Pekopon pay for it's sins once. For Keroro. And I'm never doing that again. I'm not falling into that old pattern. I have my own goals." She didn't want Kululu to control her the way Keroro had. She didn't want to give Kululu the same control over her that Keroro had used to exploit her.
She didn't want Kululu to be Keroro. She was never ever going to make the mistakes that she made with Keroro again.
"My ambitions will not be swayed by you." Mois coldly told him.
Kululu nodded, "Ku, ku, ku. I know you're trying to act like a tough war hero or something, but I can tell that you're probably still doing this out of at least a little bit of anger at me. You're hurt and bitter, I can see it in your eyes." Kululu accused.
Mois glared.
"But...I won't try to persuade you out of your views. It's wrong to push you into agreeing with me to stop this war. You've given up a lot for others, and I don't want to be the type of guy that makes you do exactly the same as everybody else." Kululu agreed with her.
Mois smiled, "Thank you." She thought for a moment, "You may be a little bit right. I am still hurt from you, but despite that...I still consider you my best friend."
Kululu looked shocked. "You think I'm your-" He stopped himself before he made her more angry. He didn't know she thought of him as her best friend. This was news to him. He was happy though.
"But I forgive you despite what you've done." Mois smiled at him, "Time doesn't mean as much to an angolian. I can get over it. And you apologized, so I...I forgive you." She was being honesty as she smiled at him. It was her all patient and understanding smile.
Kululu took a step back in shock. He was forgiven? Even after all that? What did I do to deserve her as a friend? He really didn't deserve this. She was so kind. He wanted to run up to her and hug her.
"But..." Mois was still talking, "We can't be together. We can't spend time together and take back whatever friendship we had. We're too different now because of the rift you placed on yourself. I don't think you'd ever allow yourself to be my friend again. So maybe it's best to just leave it as is." She gave him a small sad smile.
She knew Kululu was right. Too much had changed between them. And she was sure Kululu would continue thinking about that, their differences. As long as Kululu placed a rift between them that existed in his head a friendship between them couldn't work out.
Kululu looked irritated at himself. He quickly grabbed the keys that hung at his side across a belt. "Let me make right all that I've done." He offered, "I'll prove to you that I'm the same and I would be willing to take whatever you can give me when it comes to a relationship with you." Friendship, companionship so be it.
He didn't want to place a rift between them. He was willing to be a bit of a traitor just to prove to her that she could trust him.
"Please, let me show you, you can trust me." Kululu offered moving forward.
"You'll get in trouble." Mois pointed out, she was smiling though that Kululu was willing to free her.
"I don't care. It's worth it." Kululu told her. Before he could unlock her chains though the door swung open and Tamama walked in.
"You don't have the next guard shift." Kululu reminded. Tamama's eyes were glowing in anger, his eyes were burning red with tears.
More than anything, Tamama looked like he was ready to kill. "I don't care about what anyone has decided for her. That woman's life is mine."
He charged forward his hand in a fist and sharp glass glinting on a brass knuckle he was wearing. He was going to maim Mois. He was going to kill her.
Kululu and Mois were both shocked.
Poor Keroro. Should have just written a story about kurumois's relationship development.