Here's a new idea i came up with in the middle of the night and started writing a few weeks ago. Hope it gets as good as my storm of emotions. PLZ leave comments, i love reading those. They is my motivations.


Another spring dawn had started a path over the maroon tent. The mist was clearing and letting light rest upon the demon frog. He was sitting on his cinder block polishing one of his favorite firearms. Luckily he had performed this task so many times; he could polish it perfectly while he daydreamed about his love for 'Summer'.

Picturing her soft pink hair flowing around with her head placed delicately on his lap.
Imagining all of the little things she could do to show any signs of her loving him. He was planning the perfect location and time to admit his love for her.

He spent all day thinking about her and couldn't shake her from his mind when Keroro called for an invasion meeting. His eyes kept their distant look just as his blush stayed as bright pink as the earlier morning.

Keroro marched up to his podium and began blabbering about gunpla, which of course held no importance for the Corporal. Tamama only listened to every other word out of his Sargent's mouth. Kururu was typing away on his laptop as hints of music could be heard from his headphones.

Once the Green one had finished his mini fan boy spazing they were dismissed. Giroro popped out of his perfect world of guns and Natsumi to notice Kururu standing in front of him chuckling.

"Kuku you can never think of anything other than her can you?"

"OF COURSE I CAN!" Giroro steamed.

"You've just been whispering her name for the past hour. Kuku. It's as if her name alone could solve every problem the way you were praying with it." Kururu walked towards the door "Do you even know how many other pekoponians have the same name?"

Giroro knew that she was the rarest person one could ever find. Not just anyone can have the same name as his beloved. He knew better than to start a debate without evidence and research. In order to do research he would need a computer, so he headed up to Fuyuki's room.

Fuyuki was resting belly down on his bed with the newest occult books and magazines. Probably a gift from Momoka, Giroro could see a pink card with heart confetti beside the boy. A couple of them had been left open to certain pages to compare the information on similar topics.

Giroro knocked on the open door to get Fuyuki's attention. The blue haired boy lifted his head to the corporal.

"Hey Giroro, I thought it was you. The Sarge usually just rushes in complaining about sis' punishments." Fuyuki sat up. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if I could use your computer." Giroro walked up to the bed with his arms crossed.

"Sure, but why do you want my computer? Can't you get Kururu to make one for you?"

"I don't trust Kururu. Also Keroro is always on his and its slower, and I don't think Natsumi would like me in her room alone while she's cooking." The red frog hopped up onto the swivel chair and shook the mouse awakening the machine. "Also I have a feeling I won't run into anything weird on your computer."

"You have a point." Fuyuki returned to his books and placed a sticky note on the page he was looking at. Giroro looked around the screen and clicked on the internet icon once he located it. He turned his head back around towards the studying boy.

"What's the most reliable search engine for Pekopon?"

Fuyuki walked over to the computer and with a few strokes on the keyboard he opened to a white page with a few colored characters above a long search box. Then he returned to his books again for the last time.

Unfamiliar with the letter arrangement Giroro slowly typed into the thin box. Natsumi Hinata

After a few seconds and a small loading circle, Giroro could see a list of different websites that looked like blogs and others that looked like an ad for restaurants. The search resulted with over 1 million hits. The red frog sighed. I might be here for a while.

He perked up again when he saw image results for the same search. He scrolled through and saw pink haired women with ponytails. The links had mentioned something about cos-play. What the frog is cos-play He was confused until he found drawings of a pink haired woman with pigtails and skull accessories.

The images triggered another daydream session as Giroro began imagining Natsumi wearing things with his skull emblem. He began to blush and slightly drool when he scrolled over a few of the pig-tailed women in red underwear with skulls.

Throughout the search he continued to find pink haired women with pigtails and red skull gear and accessories. Suddenly the corporal found an image of the same woman cuddling a small red frog in her arms. His heart stopped beating entirely.

Once he regained feeling in his hands he clicked on the image and was brought to a blog site for fan art. Looking at the top of the page he read Natsumi and Giroro. There's… a whole website…dedicated to me and Natsumi? Wait, pekoponians know about us?! Giroro read through the comments of people proudly declaring to be otakus, requests of certain poses, and links to other pictures.

Oh comic geeks huh? Then Keroro should know everything about this. Giroro swiftly closed the window and hopped off of the chair.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Not exactly, I found something I need to inquire Keroro about. Thanks for allowing me the use of your computer." Giroro quickly padded out of the room.

"Glad I could help."