I'm finally finished with this! This story is officially done. I hope all of you enjoyed it. I feel that perhaps it got a little lost at the end, but that was just me?

Thank you all for reading this. I'm so happy to have completed part of my New Year's resolution and finally finish this. So here it is. The last chapter.

Special thanks to RunwithscissorsXXXbattlescars who edited all my grammar mistakes. Or at least most of them in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Angol Mois tried to follow Kululu in the following week, but he just constantly avoided her, rushing down holes and making sure that they didn't have any bit of conversation that lasted more than one word.

The only person that she had run into was Keroro, who seemed to be trying his hardest to avoid Tamama.

"Oh, it's just you, Lady Mois!" he seemed relieved to see her, and normally Mois would be happy for the extra time with Keroro, but this time she was just annoyed.

When's Kululu planning to talk to me about what he said? she wondered. She knew he probably never planned to speak to her.

At first, it had been kind of cute how embarrassed he was, but she was starting to get sick of how badly he wanted to avoid her. He was getting rather creative with the ways he wanted to ditch her.

"Have you seen Kululu, Uncle?" she asked, wondering if perhaps Keroro had run into him.

"Sure I have. He's the only one who seems to understand me right now. He's been helping me out by telling me where the Private isn't. What a great guy! He said that the Private was in the Nishizawa mansion today so I should be good roaming around the whole house. Time to finally watch some T.V!" Keroro chuckled. "After all, that's where he said the Private wanted to be least. Near the T.V."

"Why are you avoiding Tamama, Uncle?" Angol Mois had been kind of confused by that.

"Uhhhhh... No reason. Not important. Going to go watch some T.V!" Keroro skipped off to the T.V. room.

Angol Mois heard his loud scream, and then a happy sound from Tamama.

"THAT JERK! HE SENT ME TO THE PRIVATE!"

Kululu was still a jerk till the end.

"Finally found you!" she heard Tamama say. "Now we can kiss and talk and do all sorts of things!"

"HELP ME, LADY MOIS!" Keroro yelled.

Maybe it's best if I don't get involved for once. I don't really know what's going on, but I have a scientist to find instead! For once, she just walked away, not aiding Keroro in the least bit.

Angol Mois finally found Kululu parked in front of the security cameras, hypocritically laughing at making Keroro face his problems.

She didn't want him to run away this time, so instead she wrapped her arms around him in a hug - something that she had wanted to do since seeing him last week, but being unable to do so.

Kululu froze up. "Crap."

"Kululu!" she smiled, already exceeding the one-word limit of their conversations. Kululu tried to struggle free. "Don't run away this time... If you're not going to talk to me, at least let me talk to you for a moment. At least let me remind myself that you aren't dead. I was... really sad when your future self told me that you were... I missed you so much."

Kululu groaned in annoyance at the affection, but allowed her to hug him, understanding the worry of someone else dying.

"I'm so glad you aren't dead, Kululu... I don't know what I would have done if you really had been," she told him.

"...I'm glad you aren't dead, either..." Kululu finally admitted, no longer struggling against her hug. "I... I would have been very sad..." He had accepted his fate. The confrontation that Mois wanted was going to happen; she was going to make it happen.

Mois smiled, her face flushing a bit, because she knew Kululu would have been sad.

"I'm sorry... I would have never wanted you to go through that pain," she told him. She let him go to look at him for a moment. "Now... a-about... About what you said to me when you thought I was dead. I believe your older self called it, like, a love confession..."

Kululu frowned. He hadn't wanted the conversation to go to that.

"Forget about it. It's not important," he requested.

"Kululu..." She frowned at his old habits coming back. "Didn't you learn anything? Didn't your older self say it was your honesty that saved my life? Are you going to just pretend like your feelings don't exist or something?"

"Ku," he frowned. "Look, I don't know what's going to come from this conversation. It seems rather useless to me."

"Why does it seem useless? Don't normal couples talk about their feelings and then kiss and go on a date or something?" Angol Mois's ideals of romance were so naive and incredibly unrealistic.

"Uh... I have no idea if that's how it works." Kululu didn't know which idea of hers to smash to pieces first. "If you've forgotten, we aren't a couple. Aren't you totally into Captain?"

"Wh-what do you mean? Why are you bringing up Uncle?" Mois was confused. Wouldn't Kululu not want to bring him up?

"Did my older self ever tell you your last words when you died? No? Probably not. Your greatest wish at your death was for Captain to stay safe, because you loved him," he told her.

"Well, probably at the time, it was..." Mois bit her lip.

"And although my older self definitely wouldn't have approved of a relationship between the two of you, I'm not him. You're free to pursue him as you want and do what you please." He waved her off.

"Huh, why?" Mois thought Kululu would have been extremely disapproving of her going back to Keroro, under the circumstances.

"Because although my older self would have thought things between you two were dangerous. I..." He exhaled. "I want to see you happy... And your smile is w-worth anything, so go and... Well, admittedly, I haven't really helped your chances with him, thanks to making Keroro talk to Tamama. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu laughed a bit, but then stopped, knowing Mois probably didn't like how he was laughing about being a jerk to Keroro. He waited for her to leave, now with his approval to pursue Keroro.

"I... I don't understand... Wouldn't you be jealous about this? I mean, you are... you know, in love with me. You went crazy for ten years after I died, so you deeply care about me... Aren't people normally jealous about their loved one going off to someone else?" Mois just tilted her head to the side.

Kululu pointed to her lips. "Lucky for you, my jealousy quota was already used up this month when I watched you make out with my future self."

She blushed at the memory. "B-but... to be fair... I thought that was you kissing me."

Kululu's face heated up. "Like you would kiss me."

"I did, though, didn't I?" she pointed out. "Sure, I was really confused why you were doing it, but I did kiss you." And I enjoyed it, until I figured out it was the future you. "I... I really care about you, Kululu..."

Kululu turned back to the security cameras, not wanting her to see him blush even more. He couldn't take the things she was saying to him.

"So..." Mois liked where the conversation was currently going. "You were really jealous of your older self and me, huh?"

"Th-that's not what I meant!" he spurted, realizing what he had accidentally admitted to.

"Are you sure you aren't bothered by Uncle and me? Not even a tiny little bit?"

"W-well... Maybe I'm a little bothered by it... but you shouldn't make any important choices based on that. I mean, wouldn't anyone with decency be bothered by how you think of him almost as a family member?" he asked, slighly disgusted. He went back to work, hoping she had no more questions for him and would leave.

Angol Mois instead gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Kululu's glasses cracked, and his fingers on his keyboard faltered. He froze again.

"I already made my choice, Kululu! I made it as soon as I thought you were dead, and as soon as you said you loved me. Even when I came into this room today, my choice was still the same. You could say, I'll stick to my decision?" Mois smiled and gave him another quick peck.

Kululu couldn't believe what was happening. Did... Did she just accept my feelings? A-and return them? He couldn't believe it.

"You'll never have to go through losing me again," she told him, giving him another affectionate hug.

He couldn't take all this affection.

He made his choice what to do right then, knowing that if he was going to lose this battle and face his feelings, he might as well go out with a bang. So to speak. "Well, then, I think you've got a lot of time to make up for," he told her, spinning around in his chair and glaring at her.

"M-make up for?" Mois was confused.

"To me... Or at least, a version of me. You were gone for ten years. Make up for those ten years," he ordered. "And while you're at it, why don't you make up for me having to watch you kiss another me?" He stood up in his chair to face her.

I'm not letting her take the lead anymore.

With that, he sealed the space in between them, kissing a surprised Angol Mois.

She happily kissed him back, and the two made up for lost time, relieved to finally be facing things.

The threat of the future was gone, and they were both finally at peace.