Giroro sat in the freezing cold, winter morning air, his shaking hands clasping a slightly frosted stick with a sweet potato stuck on the end. The fire was warm, but it didn't seem warm enough. He would have gone inside if it wasn't for Keroro and Tamama, who were currently sat in front of the television wrapped in blankets, sipping hot chocolate and eating snacks. The Hinata house seemed so welcoming from where the red Keronian sat.
His thoughts were interrupted by a pink haired Pekoponian, wearing a thick, fluffy, light brown coat, jeans, boots, pink gloves and a matching scarf. She walked up to the corporal and sat next to him, not noticing his cheeks flush with red, picked up a stick from a pile nearby, stuck a sweet potato on the end and held it over the fire. For a few minutes neither of them spoke. Then, just as the corporal had gathered his courage and decided it was time to break the silence, the door opened and a familiar and very annoying voice called across the garden.
"Natsumi-dono, we seem to have run out of rice balls!" the green Keronian announced as he appeared at the door, closely followed by another figure.
"Yes, Na-chi, could you please make some more ~desu?" called the black tadpole as he appeared at the door, grabbing hold of the arm belonging to his beloved sergeant.
"Fine, but don't eat these ones so quickly, stupid frog! I'm not your slave!" yelled Natsumi, lifting her stick out of the fire and pulling her sweet potato off the end. She turned to the Keronian beside her and smiled, unable to notice his boiling rage. "Thanks for the sweet potato, Giroro!" She said, then stood up and ran towards the house, slamming the door behind her. The red Keronian's rage was slowly building. He almost had enough courage to admit his feelings to Natsumi and then that green bastard showed up and ruined his chance! Giroro was angry, so angry that he didn't notice a light blue Keronian watching him from a nearby bush.
Meanwhile, in the base, Kururu was bored. He silently sighed to himself and began spinning his chair in circles. It was on his tenth or eleventh spin when he spotted it out of the corner of his eye. His store room door was slightly ajar and the light from his computer screens shone through the gap, revealing a new weapon. The sergeant major jumped out of his chair and, slightly dizzy from the spinning, slowly walked towards the store room. He reached the door and pushed it as far open as he could before it got stuck against a pile of boxes. The yellow Keronian slowly bent down and picked up the weapon, holding it up to the light. Kururu had to admit that he had forgotten about this weapon, which the light revealed to be a gun, even though he had built it only recently. A cheeky grin crept onto the yellow one's face as he turned towards the door, still clutching the gun in his hands, opened it and headed out of the base, towards the Hinata house, or rather the garden. Where Giroro would be waiting.
Keroro and Tamama were in hysterics in the living room. They were watching the latest episode in a comedy series that Keroro had found a couple of weeks ago.
"These young comedians have such great talent ~de arimasu!" Keroro exclaimed through fits of laughter.
"It's too funny ~desu!" cried Tamama, who was struggling to breathe as he rolled on the floor next to his beloved sergeant. Kururu, who had just walked in on the commotion, didn't pay much attention to them. He didn't need to, he was used to their idiocy and didn't want anything to do with it. The yellow Keronian simply walked past the pair, who were too busy laughing to notice him, and made his way into the garden. The sudden temperature change made him jump slightly, it was much warmer inside than it was out here. He wondered how the corporal lived out here, he only came inside if he was summoned by either Keroro or himself. Giroro spent the rest of his time out here, polishing his collection of artillery. Kururu heard the crackle of a fire coming from his right and turned to see the red Keronian roasting sweet potatoes, like he did every morning. "'Security cameras' are such useful things..." the sergeant major thought to himself as he walked over to the corporal, who had acknowledged his presence and knew that it wasn't a good thing for the yellow Keronian to be up here, even worse if he was holding a gun, which the corporal hoped he wouldn't be. However, his nightmare became reality as he spun round to find Kururu standing a few meters away from him, holding a rather heavy looking gun in one hand, the other up to his mouth as he started chuckling to himself. Giroro rolled his eyes, frustration already starting to show in his expression and his tone of voice. "What the hell do you want?"
"Kuku, apart from you, not much~" teased the sergeant major, chuckling again. The corporal groaned, he'd had more than enough of Kururu's twisted sense of humour.
"If it has anything to do with that then forget it..." said the red Keronian, gesturing to the weapon in Kururu's hand. Yet again, the sergeant major chuckled, making the corporal work hard to stop himself from getting up and punching the yellow creep in the face. He then raised the gun, taking his hand away from his mouth to help hold the weapon.
"Don't worry senpai, it won't hurt. I promise~" taunted the sergeant major, giggling like an idiot. Giroro, who knew weapons and could tell from his expertise that this definitely was going to hurt, stood up to run but knew it was too late when he heard Kururu say "Pochito~" in his usual high pitched and squeaky way, and pull the trigger. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact but opened them when he felt something fly past him. Both he and the yellow Keronian gasped in surprise when they saw none other than Dororo jump in front of Giroro, taking the shot from the gun and fall onto the floor, unconscious, in front of him. Neither of them said anything but Kururu could tell that he was going to pay. Big time.
