DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sgt. Frog or any of the characters used in this story
So this is just a short little story revolving around Keroro and Natsumi. Might be romantic, might not be. I'm not certain where I want to go with this yet.
Chapter length: Medium
So hope you enjoy! See ya at the bottom of the page!
It was a calm morning for inner-Tokyo. The birds were happily chirping and the sun was starting to peak it's face over the horizon. It was the perfect morning for sleeping in and-
"STUPID FROG! WHERE DID YOU PUT MY TOOTHPASTE?!"
The voice was that of Natsumi Hinata. She had woken up early to pack for the vacation to North America that her family was going on in a few hours. It was their big family vacation for the year, and she did not want it ruined.
"I-I DO NOT KNOW, LADY NATSUMI!" a scared Sgt. Keroro yelped as he scrambled into the bathroom where Natsumi was having her outrage. "Why must you assume that I know where-" He was cut off by her violently grabbing his throat and lifting him into the air.
"Stupid Frog.. If you do not tell me… where my damned toothpaste is…. I swear to God…" Natsumi threatened, raising a fist.
Keroro could only raise his arms to his head in defense.
"GERO! I-I PROMISE I DO NOT KNOW WHERE IT IS! LADY NATSUMI I PROMISE! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!" he wailed and plead, begging not to once again get hit by her. Natsumi was about to let her fist fly into the small Keronian when Fuyuki walked into the room.
"S..Sarge what are you yelling abou- NATSUMI NO!" Fuyuki quickly snatched Keroro from her and held him in his hands. "What is going on?!"
"Master Fuyuki! Thank you for rescuing me from Lady Natumi! She was going to attack me!" Keroro squeaked in his friend's arms.
"Frogtard here has my toothpaste and won't tell me where it is!" Natsumi accused, still glaring at Keroro with her intimidating death-stare.
"No, I don't think he does, unless this is someone else's." Fuyuki corrected, pulling out a tube of toothpaste. "I used it last night and forgot to put it back in here. Sorry!"
Natsumi's glare suddenly died, and she looked from the bottle of toothpaste, and to Keroro, who was still trembling in Fuyuki's arms.
"Oh… Um, sorry, Stupid Frog. I overreacted.. I guess." Natsumi apologized, sounding more annoyed than ashamed.
Keroro hopped down out of Fuyuki's arms and dashed out of the room, still teary-eyed and traumatized.
"I don't think he accepted your apology, sis." Fuyuki said, jokingly.
Natsumi shrugged in response.
"Oh well. He'll get over it. Now, gimme my toothpaste."
Keroro had run all the way down to his room in the basement, and sat down in his chair. He stared idly at one of his unfinished Gundam models.
"Why… Why does she still hate me? What have I done to deserve this from her? It's been years since we've arrived on Pekopon, and she only seems to hate me more every day, no matter how hard I try to appease her.. Gero…" Keroro said to the model.
"Maybe she is just hard on you? Or like, tough love?" a voice said, coming from behind Keroro. He jumped up and turned around.
"L-Lady Mois?! H-How long have you been there?" Keroro asked, a small crack in his voice.
"I followed you in here after I saw you take off though the family room. Or like, concerned?" She stated, smiling.
More like stalking, but whatever you say.. Keroro thought.
"I.. I dunno, Lady Mois, it just seems like no matter what I do I just can't make her appreciate the work I put in. I mean, she likes you and the rest of the platoon, excluding Kululu, What are you all doing that I'm not? What makes me so.. Unspecial to her?" Keroro was in tears at this point.
Mois, not knowing what to say, broke down as well, and ran off towards her room, wailing. This left Keroro feeling WORSE, and he sat down on his bunk, and cried.
What am I doing WRONG? I need to figure this out.. He thought.
He then began planning.
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So, yeah. There ya go. The love-hate relationship between Natsumi and Keroro is about to reach new levels. Hope you enjoyed!