Kukukukukukukukuku... Kururu's laugh echoed through the halls of the secret base as he rode toward his lab on the moving sidewalk. His glasses glinted in anticipation of the pain and confusion he was about to cause. He entered his lab after disabling the many painful security devices he used. He went over to his workstation and picked up his latest invention. Smiling and chuckling to himself, he winded his way through the secret base and toward the unsuspecting red corporal.
Giroro, on the other hand, sat peacefully outside, roasting a sweet potato over his bright campfire and daydreaming of a girl named Natsumi Hinata. He wished he could talk to her directly, show her his true feelings, but whenever she was near, he ended up with a redder face than he already had and a quickly beating heart. Also, he tended to stutter, and it didn't look good on a war-hardened soldier such as himself.
Giroro sighed, too caught up in his own thoughts to notice the barrel of a strange-looking gun pointing at him from around the corner of the house. A loud laugh sounded, and a bright pink light flashed almost blinded Giroro. He let out an enormous scream of pain, the sound mingling with the maniacal laughter of a certain yellow keronian.
Dororo's keen ninja senses, from his perch on top of the radio tower, detected Giroro's deep scream of pain. Giroro-kun! The blue ninja dashed off as quickly as he could, heading toward the Hinata household. He knew he would save the corporal at any cost, since Dororo had long harbored a deep longing toward his friend. Ever since he had first met the now-corporal, Giroro had been the only one who ever stood up for him, even helping him overcome the tortures of his other friend, the backstabbing Keroro. He would sacrifice anything if Giroro was in pain, which, Dororo remembered, was why he was running. I can't let these thoughts get the better of me now... I have to save Giroro.
After the light faded and the pain subsided, Giroro felt... Empty. The love that had previously been in his heart had vanished without a trace. He looked blankly at the two sweet potatoes he held on a stick and briefly wondered why he had been cooking both. Kururu chuckled to himself from around the corner. Kukukuku... That did it, now if my experiments on the mice were correct, all he has to do is look at me... Kururu blushed heavily at the thought of Giroro's deep affection for the Pekoponian finally aimed toward him. He called the corporal's name as he stepped out of his hiding place around the corner, but before Giroro turned around, Dororo dropped directly into his line of vision. Kururu swore to himself and resumed his position in hiding.
What happened Giroro-kun? I heard you scream... Giroro's face quickly became a deep pink in color, as he suddenly realized why he had been cooking two potatoes rather than one. His love, his Dororo... He was cooking it for him!
D- D- Dororo! Don't sneak up on me like that! The lance corporal looked puzzled at the blush spreading quickly over his good friend's face. The only time he ever turned that red was in the presence of Natsumi. He looked around quickly, expecting to see the Pekoponian behind him, but the only people nearby were himself and the oddly blushing corporal.
Giroro, did something happen? Why did you scream?
I... I... Giroro could barely string two words together. I made this... F- For... You... He held out the stick with the perfectly roasted sweet potato on it.
Giroro-kun... I'm touched! Momentarily forgetting about the earlier scream, he sat down swiftly next to his friend and crush and accepted the piping hot sweet potato. I thought you only really made these for Natsumi though.
Giroro was confused. Why would he make his favorite food for a Pekoponian? They were trying to invade the planet after all. His affection for Natsumi seemed like a distant memory.
I made it... because... Was he really going to say it? Would he finally have the courage to tell Dororo how he felt? He sighed deeply. He couldn't tell him, Dororo would never understand. And yet...
Dororo, I love you!
Dororo was shocked. Giroro-kun... You... By the way the corporal was blushing, Dororo could tell it wasn't a lie. But only hours before, Giroro had been deeply in love with the Pekoponian girl. You don't really mean it, do you...
Giroro turned sharply toward Dororo and reached fiercely for his mask. He ripped it off before Dororo had a chance to protest and forced his lips onto the trembling blue Keronian's. Dororo's eyes grew wide in shock. As Giroro deepened the kiss, Dororo responded eagerly, pushing back against it with the force of his own lips and closing his eyes. It was a dream come true for the ninja, and he relished every second of it. When they finally broke it off, Dororo was out of breath.
Giroro-kun...
Dororo. Please... Believe me. I love you and always have Giroro's words trembled, and he looked down at the ground in embarrassment. Dororo placed a hand under the corporal's chin.
I have waited my whole life for you to say that. He kissed Giroro gently, sealing his loving words with a show of his affection. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glint. He masked himself quickly and drew his sword. Who's there? The only clue was a simple sound of derision.
"Tch. Kururu crept back to his lab, blood boiling, intent on creating something that would cause both of them more pain than they could imagine.