Fuyuki Hinata was the president of the usually empty Occult Club, which only consisted of two members; himself, naturally, and a good friend named Momoka Nishizawa, the daughter of the Nishizawa Corporation's boss, who practically owned half of the world. He lived with his older sister, a popular girl named Natsumi Hinata, and his mother, Aki Hinata. Besides Momoka, he had two more friends, one which is the same age as his sister, and another one older. Koyuki Azumaya was a girl from the province who was extremely skilled at nearly everything she has done, and was a bit air-headed at times. But she was the best friend of Natsumi. The other, who was the oldest in their group, was a boy named Saburo Mutsumi, who was feared by many in his school. Surprisingly, he was nice and a bit too relaxed at times. Those five were considered the oddest group in school; a boy who had a fascination for the occult, his older sister who was one of the most popular girls in school, a rich girl who was also a master in martial arts, a girl from the country who was extremely agile and was a fast learner, and a boy who skipped classes but managed to get amazing grades anyway.
At least, they were considered the most odd group in the school up until now.
Natsumi and Fuyuki usually walked to school with their friends, but Momoka had called Fuyuki the night before and had told them that she would be picking all of them from their homes, as she wanted to tell them something that was easier to explain when not walking. Natsumi didn't mind, her brother's sweet friend was loaded, and often treated both her and Koyuki on multiple spa trips. It didn't take a genius to know that Momoka had a thing for her little brother, and was apparently nice to Natsumi because she wanted to make a good impression on her "future sister-in-law". Natsumi assured the younger girl it was just fine with her, because she didn't even think that her nerdy brother would actually get someone to like him with zero effort.
When the five of them started walking through the school hallway, Saburo, who was at the middle of the group and was notably the most quiet one, suddenly spoke up. "Oh yeah! I heard that we're having five new students today."
This turned the attention of the four straight to him. Koyuki piped up. "Really?!" She then hugged Natsumi's arm, a little habit she did when excited or extremely joyful. "Natsumi-san! Did you hear?! More friends!" She cheered, her loud voice echoing in the hallway. Some told her to be more quiet, as it was only morning, so Koyuki made a small apology by bowing her head, but started whispering loudly. "Saburo-san! Is there anything about them? Are they younger? Taller? Boys? Girls?"
"C-calm down, Koyuki-chan." Natsumi chuckled. Koyuki was obviously excited to make more friends. She had also been excited about a new person or people coming to school and showing them around. As Natsumi did the same to her, she wanted to teach someone and become their friend. "Though where did you hear that, Saburo-senpai?"
Saburo put his arms behind his head. "Rumors. Gossip. Things go 'round the school easily. And for someone like me, who rests at nearly every nook and cranny, I hear everything they say." He smirked. He then placed a hand on Fuyuki's head and started rubbing it roughly, causing the younger male to yelp. "Though four of them are the same age, one of them is the same age as Fuyuki-kun here. Who knows, maybe we'd have a new 'baby brother' in our group."
The three girls started laughing at Fuyuki's flustered reaction. "Saburo-san! Don't do that!" He whined, immediately smiling at how normal, but how happy the simple group of friends were. The noisy group went on their way to their classrooms, with Natsumi and Koyuki being excited as Momoka shyly told them about a new clothes shop opening on at the mall, and she wanted to treat them. Saburo and Fuyuki stumbled their way through the hallway, with Saburo using his arm to lock Fuyuki's head underneath, laughing loudly.
The group of five were then stopped by an approaching teacher, who was the adviser of Natsumi and Koyuki's class. Besides being their homeroom teacher, she was also Saburo's science teacher, and the home economics teacher of Fuyuki and Momoka. Saburo smirked, knowing how this teacher hated him for not attending her classes, but getting perfect grades in her subject. "Sensei." The five of them greeted, though Saburo did it mockingly, causing Fuyuki to quietly scold him before he got them all in trouble.
"Natsumi-chan, Nishizawa-chan." The teacher smiled. "I was looking for the two of you. Natsumi-chan and Nishizawa-chan is are excellent representations of how all students must be; diligent." She was trying her best not to break her smile at the sight of troublemaker Saburo. "The new students have arrived. They are at the gym. I have told them that representatives of the first and second year students will be the ones to show them the ropes around here, and since you and Nishizawa-chan excellent examples-"
"Can I come too?!" Koyuki suddenly squealed in excitement, hugging Natsumi from behind at jumping over her shoulder, causing the red haired girl to suddenly yelp in surprise. "Oh! And Fuyuki-san and Saburo-san too! Can we come with Natsumi-san and Momoka-san?! Please?!"
"Azumaya-cha-"
"Oh, there won't be any harm in bringing those three to meet them." Natsumi smiled at the teacher as sweet as she could. Koyuki was really excited about this. Plus, Momoka might be fidgety around them if Fuyuki wasn't around. And Saburo? Well.. "Right, sensei?"
The teacher grunted, not noticing Saburo stick out a tongue at her from behind her back. "Fine."
In the center of the gym stood five figures, standing proud and straight in a line, almost like a group of soldiers awaiting orders. In the center of their line was a green-haired male wearing the standard uniform. Black eyes remained focus on the doors of the gym, a proud smile plastered on his face as his bag was simply lying on the floor qhile his hands were on his hips. On his left side was a smallest member, a black-haired male with shining purple eyes. He was holding his bag with his left hand, and a big lollipop on his right, which he was licking. On the right of the green-haired student was a red-haired student with determined black eyes. On the right side of his face was a stitched-up scar and a band-aid on the left side of his cheek. He had his arms crossed and an annoyed expression. On the far left, next to the black-haired one, was a blonde with swirling glasses and orange and headphones. He was disturbingly grinning with one of his hands trying to stifle his giggles, while the other was stuffed in the pocket of his pants. Finally, the one on the far right, next to the red-haired one, was another male. He had light blue hair that was a bit long, so it was tied into a smooth ponytail. He also had light blue eyes that were staring at the floor in what seemed to be shame, a surgical mask covering his mouth.
Besides being a group of colorful-looking teenage boys, what made them so similar to each other was their headgear. Three of them had the same headband-style with floppy ears on the side, though the symbol on the headgear was different. The one with the headphones had an orange beanie with small flaps that nearly resembled the headband's. The headphones were connected to the beanie. The one with the surgical mask had a headband that resembled the other three's, but the ear flaps were replaced by shrouds. Each of their headgear had a different symbol. A red star on the yellow headband. A wakaba on a yellow headband. A yellow skull on the crimson headband. A yellow spiral on the orange beanie. And a red shuriken on the white headband.
"..I'm bored, leader. Kukuku. Waiting is a waste of time, no? Kukuku. Might as well do something productive." The blonde one spoke up, glasses shining dangerously. His bag was strapped onto his shoulder, so he took out a white laptop that miraculously fit in there. He then dropped the bag carelessly. "Let's look at the information of Pekoponian students now, shall we? Kukukukukuku!~ Clicky click." He giggled, holding the laptop with his left hand and and using his right hand to type. He then found this a bit too uncomfortable to his tastes, as using one hand to click on the keys was slower. Plus, the laptop kept rattling on his arm. No way in hell was he sitting on the floor. Their leader had told them to remain as clean as possible, and there were too much germs on the floor. "Tch. Dororo-senpai. Care to stop looking at the floor pathetically and help me? Kukukukuku!~"
The blue-haired one, Dororo, looked up from the floor and sweated nervously. "Um. Okay, Kururu-dono.." He quietly said in an unsure voice, walking away from his spot to the other side. He extended his arms and spread out his palms, as the blonde named Kururu use his hands as a table of some sort.
The one in the center started laughing evilly, a shadow covering his eyes in a cliche'd anime style to show that he wasn't a normal student. "Gerogerogero! This has to be our best plan yet! And it's our first plan too! With 'Operation; Typical Highschool Life', aka, 'Operation; Living a Cliche'd Anime Life as Houesmates', we can gather information and knowledge about Pekoponians, their customs, and their weaknesses! Gerogerogero! It's foolproof! Everyone will then know my name; Sgt. Keroro of the Keroro Platoon, and we'll be the best platoon in the history of Keron! We'll have Pekopon trembling at our feet in no time! Right, Private Tamama?"
The smallest, Tamama, nodded eagerly. "Gunso-san is the best!"
As Kururu started talking to himself (or even Dororo) while typing on his laptop maniacally, Dororo awkwardly stood silent as he carefully held Kururu's laptop, Keroro laughing about their path to success, and Tamama continuously stroking Keroro's ego, the red-haired one suddenly straightened out. "Back to your places, soldiers! I hear footsteps!" He barked out those orders. Thankfully, Kururu had immediately stuffed his laptop back in his bag, Dororo had run back to his place, Keroro had adjusted himself so he looked like a regularly mischievous teenager, and Tamama bit the lollipop as hard as he could, shattering it into pieces and eating them that way.
"Giroro-kun, we should celebrate the success of phase one later, Gerogero!" Keroro chuckled, patting the back of his childhood friend, who silently agreed with a rare smile. "Gerooooo! And with the Pekoponian currency that Kururu stole by hacking the bank, we could make our base much more sufficient to our needs! We should make a bed that is stylized after a spaceship! Gerogerogero!"
The doors opened, and the Keroro Platoon straightened up like the soldiers they were. The teacher walked up to them with three Pekoponian students following, three females and two males. Keroro picked up his bag by slinging the handle over his foot and bringing it upwards, as the other platoon members tried their best to not be too suspicious; Keroro made a grin a normal reckless kid would, Tamama flashed his eyes cutely, Giroro simply avoided eye contact with the students and focused on the teacher, Kururu made a smile that was probably fake, and Dororo did the same as Giroro, though he did it by lowering his headgear and trying to cover his eyes. To their eyes, Keroro, Tamama, and Kururu were happy to be there, Giroro wasn't interested and was "too cool" for his own good, and Dororo was just plain shy.
The teacher smiled. "Sorry to keep you all waiting!" She then ushered the red-haired Pekoponian to her front, then made a gesture. Keroro understood and with a mental salute to his fellow soldiers, he walked forward, facing the Pekoponian female. "Keroro-kun, this is our star student, Natsumi-chan, as well as the representative of the sophomore students. She is going to be a classmate of your's. Natsumi-chan, this boy right here is-"
"Gunso!" Keroro interrupted with a grin. "Keroro Gunso." Their names weren't really that thought out. They were just japanese translations of their ranks. But it'd work just fine. Kururu did say most names have different meanings, and Dororo backed it up by saying plants were often used as names, such as Hana, Lily, Rose, etc. So their ranks would work just fine. Plus, the Pekoponian girl's name, Natsumi, also had a meaning in japanese, so she had no right to complain if she found his name odd. With a smirk that was supposed to be playful, Keroro extended a hand towards Natsumi as polite as he could. "It's nice to meet you, Natsumi-dono."
In her mind, she found the new kid to be incredibly obnoxious already, judging by how he interrupted the teacher. Still, she took his hand and gently made a handshake, noticing how he seemed to look.. darker, as she did it. "Ugh, I should have known! The kid's a total weirdo.." She told herself. "And the ones on the back don't look any better. What's with those creepy glasses on that blonde kid? And 'Gunso' seems to be a weird surname, sure, but 'Keroro'?! What kind of a name is that?! It sounds like it belongs to a FROG!"
Momoka shyly walked towards Tamama. For some reason, she felt something in her. Something that told her it was okay to approach one of them, especially the one that was trying his best to look cute. Naturally, it had no effect on Momoka. She was already smitten with Fuyuki, no amount of cuteness could match his! With a polite smile, Momoka bowed to the one in front of her. He looked smaller compared to her, so at least she didn't feel scared or tiny. In all honesty, he looked kind of cute. "Hi there. My name is Momoka Nishizawa. You may call me Momoka if you wish. And you are?" She said in her most formal voice.
"Tamama Nitohei!" He grinned with pride, flailing his arms in a way that was supposed to be cute. He was so impressed by his own introduction, he didn't notice Momoka look like she had just heard the worst joke in her entire life. The name.. it was so odd! The surname seemed normal enough, but his name didn't seem to be normal.. also, it probably wasn't a coincidence that the boy and his green-haired friend had the same style of name!
Next was the blonde one with the spiral glasses. For some reason, that smile that quickly turned into a grin of Kururu spelled trouble, which made the teacher who watched the kids interact frown in disdain. Another troublemaker in the school. Almost like it was his calling, Saburo walked to Kururu with a seemingly polite smile, noticing that Kururu was a bit taller than him. Or a bit taller than the rest of his friends, really. "Hello there! The name's Saburo Mutsumi." He extended a hand, maintaining eye contact with the other.
Kururu didn't take it for a second, but when he did, a dark glint appeared in his eye. "Kururu Souchou. Kukukuku.." He giggled, using his free hand to cover his mouth.
The atmosphere suddenly tensed. With every introduction, it was getting more and more ridiculous. Koyuki suddenly ran from Fuyuki's side over to the remaining boys, and seemed to have taken a liking to the blue haired one. The red haired one seemed to tense and his eyes flashed dangerously, before the one with the surgical mask patted him on the arm that was meant to be a gesture signalling he was going to be okay. Koyuki smiled as bright as she could. "I'm Koyuki Azumaya! I only came here a year ago 'cuz I'm from the province, so I'm the most recent student here! I'm so excited about meeting people to help, you can ask me for anything you need! Nice to meet you!" It was a miracle that Koyuki still hadn't found them weird.
Dororo seemed to be a bit happy at the fact that someone other than his platoon noticed him. He shakily extended a hand, something Keroro and Kururu did. "Um, I'm Dororo Heichou." Sweating way too much. Too nervous. "I'm g-glad to hear that you're happy about meeting us." This scene seemed way too familiar in Dororo's mind. Suddenly..
Click!
Koyuki didn't even get the chance to shake Dororo's hand, as the latter had seemingly shrunk away and sprinted towards the far back of the gym, huddling himself in the corner. Everyone seemed confused at this, but Tamama and Kururu simply slapped their foreheads with their palms in exasperation, as Dororo suddenly started mumbling sentences. "I remember the time Keroro-kun and Giroro-kun met me.. it was almost like this.. and five minutes later, he had already managed to get me in trouble which resulted into me being a cast for seven months.. and when I got better, Keroro-kun whisked me to another adventure.. and I was sick for two weeks.. dorodorodoro.."
"Is he going to be okay?" The teacher and Koyuki asked Keroro in unison, worry in their voices. Keroro only replied with a nervous grin and waving his hand dismissively, Tamama and Kururu silently giving him judgmental stares at the back. Momoka and Fuyuki sweatdropped at how Dororo was just weeping on the back of the room with no reason, Saburo and Natsumi seemed weirded out, while Koyuki was just worried. What if she messed up?
"He does that. A lot. Give him a few minutes." Giroro spoke up for Keroro with an annoyed expression mixed with a bit of worry. "We only have him to blame for Dororo being a crybaby."
"Hey!" Keroro frowned. "C'mon! I'm not the only one who practically picked on him! Okay, maybe I was the one who came up with cool ideas, but that still doesn't make it completely my fault!"
"Whatever. I'm Giroro Gouchou." He huffed, walking away from the group and to the back of the gym.
Fuyuki then realized he hadn't made an introduction yet. "Um, wait a minute, Gouchou-san!" He raised his voice a bit. Giroro made brief eye contact with him. "I'm Fuyuki. Fuyuki Hinata and.. Natsumi's little brother."
"Heya kid." Giroro greeted briefly with an uninterested voice, before walking to Dororo at the very back, who was now lying on the floor while still curled up like a ball.
After a few minutes of awkward silence and Momoka and Fuyuki whispering to each other how odd the new students were acting and Natsumi trying her best to remain polite to the obnoxious green haired kid who was sharing a story about him and his friends. The teacher stood awkwardly, waiting for at least one of them to interact, but got tired of it eventually. "Well.. Natsumi-chan, Nishizawa-chan, and the three of you.. later at lunch, I will excuse you from your respective classes to teach the five of those boys about everything. School rules, the rooms, schedules, and everything else. Well then.. class begins in twenty minutes. Nishizawa-chan and Fuyuki-kun. Tamama-kun is the same age as you and will be in the same class. Natsumi-chan and Azumaya-chan. Keroro-kun, Giroro-kun, Dororo-kun, and Kururu-kun are the same grade, but unfortunately, Dororo-kun and Kururu-kun are in the opposite class as your's, so please just teach them later at lunch. Saburo-kun." She glared at Saburo, still relaxed and calm as ever. "At least try to help later."
"No promises, sensei."
I swear I'm only typing this because it's fun to have characters break the fourth wall.