(A/N: Oh dear god, I have a serious problem. 2 actually…
I keep getting new ideas for stories, and so I write them and post them on here, but then I only do like the first 3 to 5 chapters and can't think of any more ideas. It's like once you get the point through, you don't want to finish it.
My second problem is gender-bending. Whenever I watch a new anime, I imagine what all of the male characters would be like if they were girls and what it would be like if they met their gender-bents. Did you notice that 2 of our stories involve that? There's A Nyotalia story that's based off of Hetalia, and then there's a Ranma ½ one that has Ranma's made up twin sister and a girl similar to Ryoga. This would be my 3rd story about gender-bents, it's for Keroro Gunso/Sgt. Frog.
I actually have many more gender-bent stories that I'm writing, I just haven't posted them. I have Soul Eater, Ouran High School Host Club, South Park, Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler, Big Windup, and Fruits Basket. So if I ever add those to FanFiction, that would be a total of 9 gender-bent stories our account.
Sophia just says that I'm an ultimate otaku, but I disagree, I think I need counseling or something.)
Keroro Gunso Reversed
Prologue
Keroro: New Platoon! … De arimasu!
The 5 platoon members were in their secret base, doing what they usually do. Keroro was building his Gundams, Tamama was eating a bag of chips as he sat and watched his beloved Gunso-san, Giroro was sitting by and polishing his guns, Kururu was looking at the cameras that were hidden throughout the house on his computer and Dororo… uh… where is Dororo?
"I'm right here!"
Oh sorry, didn't see you there. Anyways, they continued to sit through this silence (save for Kururu's cackles every once in a while) until the power went out.
"Kero! What happened!" Keroro cried out as he nearly dropped an arm piece of his precious Gundam.
"Ku ku ku~ looks like the power went out." Kururu stated, not at all bothered, though he was in the middle of watching Aki Hinata, the mother of the house hold, take a shower.
"Eh! The snacks are all gone!" Tamama cried out as he looked at a corner of the room where there used to be a giant pile of snacks.
"What the! Why is there wires everywhere!" Giroro yelled as he almost tripped over an almost invisible string of wire. The rest of the platoon looked around and noticed invisible strings everywhere going in random directions.
"KERO!" Keroro screamed as his finger almost got chopped off by a shuriken star. "Dororo! What have I told you about wildly throwing around your ninja weapons!"
"First of all, I never randomly throw them around, and second of all, that wasn't me!" Dororo replied.
"Kera, kera, kera!" A female voice chuckled. Suddenly, the room started shaking and they heard a motor running. Before they could react, the lights came back on and the whole platoon turned to face the giant platform sticking out of the ground. On it stood 5 female Keronians, how they got a platform in their house, the platoon will never know. That's anime for you.
"Did you enjoy our entrance? I know I did!" The green female spoke first, and she seemed to be the leader since she was standing in the middle. That and she had a star on her hat and belly, almost like Keroro's except it was made of lines. "That, my new Keronian friends, was the work of my platoon. Kiriri over here was able cut off the power with her hacking skills." She mentioned toward the dark yellow colored Keronian who was laughing in a 'Ki ki ki' kind of way. She had glasses on, so the platoon members couldn't see her eyes, but on the glasses had a sign that was similar to Kururu's, except it was backwards; same on her hat and stomach.
"Tomomo stole all of the snacks and hid them in our ship." The leader pointed to a younger Keronian who was still a tadpole. She was black and white and had the same symbol as Pururu, the heart with a line in the middle. The only difference being the color; instead of having pink and yellow, she had blue and orange.
"And last and maybe, possibly, least; Girara set up the wires all around your base." She gestured towards the red colored Keronian, who seemed to be angry at the leader's comment. She had a long scar across her right cheek and her symbol was two bones positioned to look like an 'X', but it was only on her hat. You could see many knifes attached to the belt she had around her waist.
"W-what about me, leader-dono?" Came a soft voice from behind Girara. Everyone turned to see another female Keronian, this one having blue skin. She had tears flowing freely down her face and seemed to be a ninja with that dark blue mask covering her mouth and nose (that is, if Keronians even have a nose). Her symbol was a six pointed shuriken that had a hole in the middle and her eyes were similar to the leader's.
"Hm? Oh yea, forgot about you. Donini threw the ninja… uh… stuff." The leader said as she rubbed the back of her head.
"Ano, it's Dururu." Dururu mentioned.
"Yea, whatever." The leader waved her hand, causing Dururu to cry and huddle in a corner, having her 'Torture Switch' be turned on. "Anyways, I bet you're wondering why we're here! Because I would be also…" She mumbled the last part. "Private second class Tomomo!"
"Hai, Gunso-san?" Tomomo answered with a salute.
"Give them…" She trailed off dramatically. "… THE LETTAH!" Everyone else sweat dropped at the unnecessary dramatic pause. Everyone except Tomomo, who was more than glad to obey her leader's orders. Tomomo pulled out a letter from behind her (probably from her butt or something since she isn't really wearing clothes) and threw it at the platoon in a ninja like manner, though she wasn't a ninja; that was Dururu's job.
"You better read that letter carefully because it's very important… at least I think it is. HQ wouldn't allow us to read it, so I don't know what it says." The leader, who I'm kind of getting sick of calling her that all the time, said.
"'Dear A.R.M.P.I.T Platoon, we are sending you 5 Keronians and it is your duty to make them… uh… less destructive. We figured you would be able to do it since you're doing so well in the invasion" Giroro glared at Keroro who in return laughed nervously. "They think that they're here to help you with the invasion, but we only told them that so they would actually go." Keroro read silently to himself and the platoon, who gathered behind him to read over his shoulder.
"Well that's…uh… nice. I guess." Tamama said after about 3 to 6 seconds of silence.
"It's not just nice; it's wonderful! You should be excited and lucky to have someone such as Gunso-san on your platoon now!" Tomomo cried out, having her other personality almost come out.
"Actually, we're unlucky that she's on our platoon. All she's ever done since we arrived on Pekopon was drool over those stupid Barbie dolls." Girara said as she crossed her arms.
"They're not stupid! They're wonderful creations!" The leader cried. "By the way, I'm Kerara, the leader of this platoon."
"Wait, exactly how long have you been on this planet?" Giroro asked.
"5 months." Kerara and Tomomo answered cheerfully.
"Eh! Then where have you been staying this whole time!" Keroro asked.
"Well, Girara and I have been staying at the Hitana's place. Fuyumi-dono is really nice but Natsuki-dono kind of scares me." Kerara shivered as she remembered the pink haired man ordering her to do all the chores.
"Natsuki is a kind hearted man!" Girara cried out angrily.
"You're just saying that cuz you love him!" Tomomo said slyly in a funny voice. (A/N: Imagine Tamama's voice when he said, "I'm still waiting for that diet cherry Dr. Pepper!" In 'How to succeed in Pekopon-conquering without really trying'.)
"Shut up!" Girara yelled as a light blush went across her cheeks.
"So that means that there is other Pekoponians who know about the Keronians?" Keroro asked. Kerara nodded with a huge smile.
"Yep, in fact, they're talking with the other Pekoponians in the house as we speak." She answered, twirling her finger in the air, indicating to the house.
"What!" And with that, the A.R.M.P.I.T platoon ran upstairs, some eager, some confused and one (Kururu) thinking of ways to annoy these new people.