You know before I wrote this I thought about the title, it was going to be either 'A very Froggy Wedding' or 'A Wedding with the chance of Frog'. So went asking my family, friends, and you guys of your opinion. And the winner is now the title! NOW let's get this sequel started!

Ch.1

"OW!" yelped a certain pink headed girl.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Natsumi, but we told you keep still," said a lady on her knee's hemming Natsumi's white gown.

I faced one of the many mirrors. Staring at myself, seeing myself in the beautiful white gown I was wearing. It was long and flowy, very light. At the top, there is a strap on the right side that ties behind my neck, and of course it is white.

I blushed a little. I can't believe that I was getting married, and to Giroro, my love. I started to fidget again as I started to think about Giroro.

"Miss Natsumi pleases! Can you just stop moving for like five minutes? I'm almost done," the lady put a few needles into the dress.

"Sorry," I grinned a bit

Soon she was done, and I twirled around in my newly hemmed dress. I couldn't believe how I look.

"You look so beautiful,"

I turned around to see my mom leaning against the wall. She was grinning, and I swear I see a tear in her eye.

"Thanks mom," I replied to her

"I just wish that your father would be here to see it," her smile faltered a bit.

My father, Haru Hinata, left right after Fuyuki had been born and we have never seen him since. Apparently he left to travel the word. I don't even remember what he looks like; we don't have any pictures of him. Now that I'm thinking of him, I think mom once said that he was interested in the paranormal, like Fuyuki. Maybe that's where he got it from. There were no pictures of him anywhere in our house, and come to think of it, the fro-er guys, never asked about him. Maybe they thought living with one parent was the thing here on Earth.

But if I saw him now, I don't know what I'll do. He was never there, he didn't send any money to help mom raise us, no birthday or Christmas cards, no nothing. I'll probably not talk to him or something of that nature, or recognize him for that matter. I miss him, yet I hate him for leaving. I mean sure, we're all right, we never had any money issues, and Kululu had added extra Security around our house so no on broke in…er well maybe one or twice, but those were misleading.

I shouldn't get work up about this; I have to get ready for my wedding. When I told Koyuki, I thought I felt a tinge of jealousy, but I dismissed it as she had a big, happy smile on her face and gave me a giant bear hug. When Giroro told his friends…okay members of his old Platoon, Dororo was happy for him, Kululu was indifferent, but Keroro and Tamama went in shock. They probably thought Giroro never had enough courage or guts to ask me to marry him.

Momoka was ecstatic. She started to mumble about catching the bouquet and Fuyuki loving her. Sometimes I wonder how she is not in a mental hospital already, but I shouldn't complain. She has been quite helpful with some things, and her being rich has some bonuses too. I hope Fuyuki marries her, and then I can be related to rich people.

"The changing room is over here," the lady said, pointing the way. I checked myself out once more, smiling. I won't be surprised if Giroro's mouth dropped opened when he sees me at the altar. I chuckled to myself as I walked over to the changing room. I got out of dress and put on my normal street clothes.

"C'mon then, we still got shopping to do," Mom said excitedly, "now if I can get Fuyuki married off next, the house will be empty, but I'll miss you guys of course, or maybe I'll rent an apartment, and let you keep the house," she kept on talking, and I let her.

For the next few hours, we went shopping for things to make my wedding perfect, flowers, dining, priest, you know the works. I was following my mom, when I noticed we had entered a Lingerie store.

"Er, mom, why are we in this store?" I asked her nervously.

"Why, your honeymoon is right after your wedding, the best night of your life!" Mom answered. My face turned bright red, and I started to drag her out of the store.

"Not today!" I said as I continued to walk briskly from the store. Mom had a smug look on her face. I didn't want to think about that right now.

"Ok then," she sighed, an imaginary light bulb appeared above her head, "I know what I'm going to give to you as your wedding gift!"

We finally got home. Fuyuki was still away on his class field trip to New York. He's so lucky; my class went to Kyoto and the surrounding area. I think it's because Momoka wanted to look good in Fuyuki, I don't know. I placed the bags I was carrying on the dining room table and started to think. I started to think about what mom said earlier about the honeymoon.

"Best…night…ever…" I said slowly. Mom had appeared around the corner smirking.

"I knew I got the idea stuck into your head," she replied

"Ugh!" my face turned red, and I tried to throw the nearest thing at her, which was a napkin, but to no prevail. I watched it float gently down. I felt mom's arm as she put it around my shoulders.

"Come on now, you don't have to worry about it now," she tugged me toward the direction of the stairs, "We got some organizing to do,"

I nodded to her and went up the stairs. In a one month's time, I'll be able to share my life with someone, and hopefully it will stay that way.

There are two pictures upon the way, an old and new one. Each have similarities. Both are group pictures. One has everyone from Aki to Saburo, but then the Keroro and the others were Keronians then. The new one everyone from the old except Saburo and the Platoon are now humans. No one has noticed, but in the old picture, there is a large crack near Saburo, it looks like it was trying to separate him from the others.

If anyone see's this, I wonder….will they consider it an Omen?