The fire glowed and danced like a wraith contained, a sweet potato slowly goldening over it. Glaring eyes softened slightly by the soft fall of approaching footsteps and Giroro offered the perfected root into the night air with the apathy-gilded tentativeness of unrequited love.
"Thanks," Natsumi smiled, sinking down next to him in the firelight, snapping open the delicious potato and gazing up at the moon. "How beautiful."
Not as much as you, thought Giroro. Instead he made a noncommittal grunt.
Natsumi gazed over at him curiously, sinking her teeth into the soft, sweet flesh of the tuber. "Is anything wrong with you dumb frogs? You've all been acting strange for the past few days." Her face hardened. "If you're planning anything, I will pound you into the ground."
The corporal grabbed the pink haired female, pulling her into a deep kiss.
Natsumi's fist connected with his jaw. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, IDIOT FROG?!"
Giroro concealed a choked sob with laughter, his bruising face concealed in Pekoponian soil. He knew what would have happen if he had ignored his instincts, and this time there would be no second chances.
At least they might share this.
Giroro blinked tears from his eyes.
"Members of the Keroro Platoon," the dark prosecutor announced," for the complete and utter failure to conquer Pekopon- and playing around with the enemy at that! – you are all sentenced to death."
The protests of his comrades chorused around him, and each fell with a blast. A grin framed with tears sneaked across his face.
"Natsumi."
Somewhere on Earth, a pink haired girl dropped a plate which shattered on the ground. Natsumi shared the same tears as she lifted her fingers to her lips, trying to grasp hold of a memory that wasn't there.