It was a sunny morning when Fuyuki got up and walked downstairs to have breakfast. He greeted Keroro who was making a model on the sofa and Natsumi who was paying attention to her favorite show on television. "Good morning, Fuyuki! Here's your sandwich, I made it special for you." Natsumi gave him her homemade sandwich. "She has a new recipe gero gero gerori..." Keroro added.
After enjoying his sandwich, Fuyuki put the plate into the sink and walked back to the sofa when suddenly he stepped on something accidentally... "Ahh! I'm sorry, Gunso!" He stepped on a small plastic thing.
"WHAAATTT?! THE MISSING HEAD...AND YOU STEPPED ON IT...MY LIMITED EDITION GUNPLA!" He shouted and pointed at Fuyuki. "I'm really sorry, Gunso! I didn't do it on purpose," Fuyuki replied. "CURSE YOU!" Keroro said that as he punched Fuyuki's left eye.
"How pointless..." Giroro saw them from outside and shook his head.
"How could you say that to your best friend, Gunso?" He sobbed and ran back into his room. Natsumi got angry. "If you dare to mess with my little brother, you dare to mess with me too!" Keroro didn't care. He went down to the basement and entered his room.
Fuyuki jumped onto his bed and put a pillow on his head. The broken-hearted boy cried all morning. He didn't go to school, he didn't want to do anything. He still wondered, how could Keroro did that to him. His sister tried a few times to calm him down, but none of the attempts worked well. He didn't have his lunch. It was about 3 p.m. when Natsumi came again to his room to tell him a message.
"Fuyuki, Momoka-chan called you just now. You promised her to do your homeworks together at her home, didn't you?" He responded, still with a sad face, "Okay...I'm going now..." He got down from his bed and went to Momoka's mansion.
When Fuyuki and Momoka were about to start doing their homeworks, Fuyuki sat on an unusual couch. "GET YOUR F***ING ARSE OFF ME!" It was Tamama who just woke up from his sleep when Fuyuki sat on him. "Sorry, Tamama! I didn't know it was you," Fuyuki apologized. He accepted his apology with a smile, "It's okay, Fukki. Don't worry."
After finishing their homeworks, Momoka and Fuyuki had a tea time. She wondered why Fuyuki missed school that day, so she asked him. "I uh...it's a sad truth for me. It's too sad to tell, you know." She stared at him, directly at his left eye. She was wondering what happened to him when he asked, "What's wrong, Nishizawa-san?" She asked her classmate back, "What happened to your eye? What's the matter, Fuyuki-kun?"
"Well," he started his story. "This morning, I stepped on a part of Gunso's new limited edition gunpla. He was really mad at me. He said 'curse you!' and punched my eye." Momoka held Fuyuki's left hand as he said, "I never thought he would do this to me." She took a piece of tissue and wiped his eyes. "It's alright, Fuyuki-kun. Everything's gonna be fine soon."
A few seconds later, Fuyuki went to the toilet while Momoka entered the room. Fuyuki cried in sorrow and sat on the closet. Inside her room, Momoka was very shocked when she found her prestigious thing was lost. Fuyuki was daydreaming inside the toilet when he saw a glow from inside his bag. It was a platinum necklace with a large white jewel clinging to it. He wondered, "Is this Nishizawa-san's? Why is it inside my bag?"
"Nishizawa-san, is this yours?" Fuyuki showed her the platinum necklace he found inside his bag which was considered (by Momoka) as a precious gift that couldn't be replaced, even with an identical one. "Fuyuki-kun..." she started to cry. "You stole it...how dare you..." The four 'spikes' on her hair sharpened as she continued exclaiming at him, "How dare you DO THIS TO ME?! It's finished!"
"What are you talking about, Nishizawa-san? What's finished?"
"Our friendship, you bl**dy idiot! I hate you, Fuyuki-kun!"
"Nishizawa-san, I found this accidentally in my bag. To be honest, I don't know you have a necklace like this. I never want to take anything from you without your permission, Nishizawa-san," Fuyuki tried to explain. "Well, that's a good answer...for a thief..." she replied. "To be honest, I'm not the one who..." Fuyuki hadn't finished his words when suddenly Momoka yelled at him, "...and a LIAR as well!"
"Nishizawa-san, please, listen to me!" She didn't care. It was like some useless excuses in her eyes. She put her right shoe off her right foot and threw it at him. It was a headshot with the 5-centimetre heel hit his left eye. Right after that, she put off her right sock and walked to his left. She slapped his swollen left eye with it. Although she did that with her left hand, it was strong enough to give Fuyuki much more pain to bear. "WHAT A SH*T BOY YOU ARE!" She exclaimed. "Get him out of here!" She commanded her bodyguards. Fuyuki was kicked out of the massive mansion. He went home on foot with an extremely deep mental pressure.
When he got home, he walked directly into his room. He didn't have dinner that evening. "Even my best human friend hates me..." he became more depressed.
Once again, Natsumi came into Fuyuki's room and knelt right beside his bed. "Is your swollen eye still hurt you? What happened?" She asked to her little brother. He answered the first question, "It still hurts me, physically, as you can see." Then, he started to tell her what happened. "She hates me more than Gunso hates me. I'm not allowed to enter her mansion anymore." Tears continued dropping on his pillow. Natsumi was speechless, she couldn't imagine how frustrated his little brother right that moment. Before she left, she gave him affection by hugging him.
Finally, Natsumi was able to persuade Fuyuki to have his dinner. While he was eating, his sister was finishing a picture of the Krakatoa (on canvas; as her homework) on the dining table. Suddenly, the canvas turned into brown and the colors of her artwork started to fade. It was Fuyuki who spilled his teriyaki sauce onto the canvas (accidentally). Natsumi looked to be so furious. "YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE, FUYUKI! I NEED 2 WEEKS TO FINISH THIS!"
"I'm sorry, Nee-chan. I didn't mean to..." Before Fuyuki finished his words, his sister cut his answer. "I have to submit this next week. I can't do anything but remaking this ARTWORK!"
"But..."
"That's enough, Fuyuki! Go away!" She was really angry to her little brother. Fuyuki washed his hands and went back to his bedroom with tears covered his cheek.
"Natsumi-dono, one starfruit, please..." Keroro showed her his pleading face in order to persuade her to serve him. "Alright, alright!" She took it from the refrigerator unwillingly. Keroro forced Natsumi to serve his starfruit more quickly. "Can you just be patient? I can't find the knife! Have you seen it?" Keroro shook his head. "Maybe, I'll go to Fuyuki-dono's room now. Tell me when it's ready! Gerogerogerogero..."
When the green Keronian opened the door, he found Fuyuki was holding a knife, attempting to end his life. He aimed it at his wrist, specifically at his artery. Keroro took the knife from his hand just before its sharp edge pierced his smooth skin.
Being curious because of the noise, Natsumi went upstairs. Fuyuki was chasing Keroro who had the knife when she came into his room. She swiftly took it from Keroro and insisted him to cut the starfruit by himself. She shouted at his little brother, "Have you lost your mind?! What are you thinking about?! Get sleep now!" She was still had a bad mood. Fuyuki sighed stressfully as his sister closed the door.
