Tororo closed the door behind him as he entered his rather small house. He leaned back against the door and closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Work had not been particularly taxing that day, like it ever was for him, but for some reason he felt dead on his feet. He had spent most of the day in front of a monitor and programming. None of the heavy lifting he sometimes had to do when he had to help actually put the dam devices they were making. He was great at both, but honestly he was grateful that he got to spend the day on his ass.

He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. Maybe he would call it a night early tonight? He could get some food, maybe check his email, then go to bed early. That must be it. He had to have been running himself ragged with all of these late nigh arguments he had with random internet n00bs. He just needed one good night of sleep and he would be ready to go. He put his glasses back on and headed in to the kitchen to rummage around in the fridge. Yeah, sleep. That sounded like a wonderful idea.

He grabbed himself a snack and headed over to his bed, pulling his laptop up on to his lap and turned it on. He was almost instantly bombarded with a message when it finally finished loading. It was from Kururu. Tororo took a bite of his food before setting it aside and accepting the chat invitation from 'The Yellow Devil'.

"What I can't relax for five minutes after getting home without you messaging me?" Tororo demanded, moving to pick up his food again. He could just type with one hand.

"What? Would you rather I just completely ignore you? Ku ku ku~, you know you would have been messaging me the moment your slow ass computer booted up anyway." Kururu teased.

"Fuck you Kururu. I'm not as starved for your attention that I need to be talking to you every moment that I can."

"Oh, feisty. Whats got you in a bad mood squirt?" Kururu questioned him. He always wanted to know what Tororo was up to. He never said anything about what he was doing though.

"Nothing just... I'm really tired. I was just gonna check a few things and go to bed. Of course you had to come in and ruin my plans." Tororo grouched. "What do you want anyway?"

"What? I can't want to say hi to my FAVORITE tadpole in the whole universe?"

"Puu pu pu pu, yeah. I believe that Old Man. How do I know you haven't gone pedo on...whats his face? The freak who shoots lasers out of his mouth. Taruru's in love with him."

"Tamama? Hah, tempting. Hes not QUITE as much of a fatass as you are. Nowhere near as annoying either."

"Wow, thanks Kururu. You have now made me afraid to check my email. What if its filled with messages from assholes like you? I think you have already filled my quota for tolerating assholes. Probably for my whole life."

"You should just go to bed then. Actually, I doubt that you have any messages anyway. Who would want to talk to talk to you?"

"Look who's talking." Tororo huffed and rubbed at his eyes. He couldn't deal with this right now. "Look. I'm going to bed OK? I might talk to you tomorrow when I feel like I can handle your bullshit."

"Yeah, OK whatever. I guess I will see you tomorrow Squirt."

"Hate you, Old man.

"Hate you to."

Tororo typed a heart after that, but as he expected, he got no response for it. He knew it was stupid, and pointless and cheesy as fuck...but it was something that they did. Well, Something that they USED to do. Now only Tororo did it, and Kururu just seemed to ignore it for whatever reason.

Tororo tried not to think on it as he closed his laptop lid and threw away what was left of his food. He was used to it, but even then it still kinda hurt. Whatever. He was just being an asshole...just being Kururu. He sighed and took his glasses off, setting them on a nightstand beside the bed. When he laid his head down on the pillow, he groaned quietly. There was never a better feeling than finally laying down after being exhausted for so long. He yawned and closed his eyes, and soon he was fast asleep.

A loud an obnoxious ringing jostled Tororo from his sleep. The world was dark around him and the only thing he could see was a blurry red outline of his clock. He reached over and grabbed his glasses, putting them on and looking around for the source of the horrible ringing noise. Oh, It was the Phone. Tororo scooted over in his bed and grabbed the Phone. After fumbling with it for a moment, he managed to get it to work and put it to his ear.

"...Hello?" He asked, a half yawn making its way in to his words.

"Tororo, I know its late but I need you to get down here as quickly as you can." His boss's voice came through the phone.

Tororo mentally groaned in agony. This happened quite a bit. He was always making late night runs for his boss and fixing something up. Most of the time he had no problem with this, as it meant extra money and he was normally already awake, but he was trying to sleep. Still he sat up and went about gathering his stuff.

"Why? Is there something going on?" He asked.

"Its very important that I talk to you as soon as you get here. Come quickly."

Tororo sighed and nodded to himself. This DID sound serious.

"Yea...Sure alright I will be there soon." He said before taking the Phone and hanging it up. Fuck. He whined quietly to himself and tried to think of how this could be taken as a good thing. He could think of nothing...

Tororo KNEW that He had no reason to fear going in to his Commanding officer's headquarters. He had done nothing wrong. It was just some instant reaction he had whenever someone who outranked him at his job wanted to talk to him. They must have found out about something bad that Tororo did at some point in his life. Maybe they finally found out that he used to write people's papers for them for money in the training academy. One of his past teachers must have contacted them or something.

No, now he was just being stupid with his worrying. There was no way that they could find out about anything like that, and if they did they likely would not care about it. He had not done anything for the past month and a half so they had no reason to be angry at him. That WAS mainly due to the probation they had put him on for the next two months…maybe Tororo would LIKE it if they yelled at him for something. At least that would add a little bit of excitement to his recently dull life, even if he hated getting yelled at.

Even with this knowledge locked firmly in his head, he could not bring himself to enter his employer's office. He spent about 10 minutes just standing in front of the door, almost willing it to open and invite him inside. This of course did not happen, and he just stood there looking like a complete moron in front of all of the other employees that went up and down the halls. Tororo did not care what the others thought though. So he continued to stand there for a bit longer. He peered in to the small window on the door in to the room that he was supposed to be. His boss was not busy, simply typing away at his computer, waiting for him to come in. It got even more awkward when his boss looked up and actually spotted him staring in the window. They locked eyes for a moment, caught in some sort of trance.

Finally his boss threw his hands up, motioning for Tororo to get his ass in the room. Tororo quickly complied, closing the door behind him when he got in to the room.

"What the hell were you doing standing out there?! I needed you down here 15 minutes ago!" His boss yelled at him. Yep, Sure enough. Tororo had been right that he would get yelled at. Although it seemed to JUST be because he was late.

"Pu….Sorry . I uh…Just got here. I had some problems at the house and ran a bit behind." Tororo lied. "I tried to get here as quickly as I could though. You said it was an emergency?"

Dorere nodded and pulled up a few files on his computer before turning the monitor to face Tororo. Tororo sat down in one of the chairs that Dorere had in front of his desk and looked at the information that the monitor showed. It seemed to be schematics of some kind for what looked like battle armor.

"We got a call from the hospital this morning, requesting immediate assistance with one of their patients. He is in stable but critical condition and will not survive without our help. Honestly it seems like a miracle that he is even still alive. They have kept him alive thus far but they give him about a week at longest with the support that they have available to him. They have tasked us with building this lucky survivor an entire new half of a body, to replace the one that was lost." Dorere explained, pointing to several pictures of the schematics for the new body that they had been tasked with building.

"…and you want ME to build it?" Tororo asked, a bit confused as to why Dorere wanted only him to work on this.

"Well you are one of the more skilled employees, and I know you have the basic medical training that will be needed to actually get the robotic half to connect and really take to the actual living half. Plus I know you have been asking for more challenging work. I have not simply been ignoring your requests Tororo, simply waiting or something that could actually pose a challenge to a gifted mind like yours."

Tororo was honored…but he was also a bit nervous. Yes he had wanted something more challenging to work on in his spare time, but this was NOT what he meant. This was a LIFE or DEATH situation, and this poor frog's fate rested in his hands! What if he failed? What if he made a dumb mistake and ended up doing more damage than good?

"I will do my best…" Tororo droned out, saying his response in a completely unthought-of way. His boss nodded and pushed a flash drive in to the computer he was currently working on and began loading files on to it.

"Now I know that this task will take up most of your time, so don't worry about coming in to work until the task is done or…of the patient expires. Whatever comes first. I have already arranged with the hospital to give you access to what all you will need to get the patient suited up with a new body. And of course you will be allowed to SEE the patient and actually work with him." Dorere said as he wrote down a bit of information on to a sticky note. "He is at Life West hospital, on the other side of town. "

Tororo nodded and reached out with shaking hands to take the sticky note, and next the flash drive once his boss had finished uploading all the information about the schematics for the body he would need. Once he had those two items, the boss turned back to his computer and began typing again, but Tororo just sat there, waiting to see if there was anything else. After a moment Dorere glanced at Tororo and motioned for him to get out. "Shoo! Get going you moron! I called a cab for you 20 minutes ago! It should be here any moment!" He ordered. Tororo jumped up and ran out of the room.

Tororo was at his work desk, loading tools in to his box that he would be bringing with him to the hospital. His hands were shaking so badly and he almost dropped several screwdrivers as he put them in to the box. So many possibilities were going through his head. So many things that could go wrong. He could incorrectly connect a single wire and who knows what would become of the poor patient that he was supposed to be helping. He could kill him, or WORSE. The more he thought about it, the more he felt things would go wrong.

He had no time to stop and REALLY think about it though. He was on a VERY strict deadline and he had yet to even begin. It's not like he could just say no anyway, not like anyone else would take the job up in his stead. He WAS the best there was when it came to engineering and programming. Well, maybe except for…Fuck. He wished he had Kururu here with him. He would know what to do in a situation like this. That asshole was off on some far off planet, trying to take it over.

"….Dumbass…probably won't even be able to take it over…."

Tororo huffed and slammed his tool case closed a bit harder than necessary. Today had just been to stressful for him. It was the middle of the night and now he had to worry about saving the life of some complete stranger. He did not need to worry about his asshole boyfriend, or whatever he considered Kururu to be. Not with all that he had on his mind. He shook his head and hissed quietly to himself before snatching up his tool box before heading for the door.

This wouldn't be a totally awful experience at least. Even if the patient DID end up dying, at least he would get to see one of the nurses that he really liked there. What was her name? Pururu? Yeah that sounded right. She seemed to have an abundance of lollipops for children, but she always gave one to Tororo when she had seen him. Maybe he could work with her, and maybe she could explain things to him a bit better than his boss had. Yes, Tororo DID have medical training, but it was nowhere near as extensive as that of a nurse or a doctor. He would of course need help with making sure that he was doing everything right and taking care of the patient.

It was cold this time of year, but Tororo had not thought to bring anything really warm to wear since he did not think he would end up standing outside waiting for a slow ass cab. He jumped up and down, breathing on his hands to keep them from going numb. It was such a relief when he finally saw the glowing headlights in the darkness that was the cab, coming to whisk him away to some hospital. He got in almost as soon as the cab stopped and handed the driver the sticky note that his boss had given him. The driver nodded to him and headed off down the street.

Tororo sighed in relief and slumped down in the seat. He was still so tired, but he figured he would not be getting good sleep any time soon.

He just hoped THAT wasn't what would make him screw up. God he hoped he didn't screw up...

OK! So, I know I started that one KuruToro story however long ago...but I'm not gonna finish it. I lost all inspiration for it and don't even remember what I had going on in it. I much like ZoruToro better now anyway...

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