Disclaimer: I don't own Keroro Gunsou.

In the darkness of his perfectly frog-sized laboratory, a certain curry-hued Keronian could not help but to let out a long series of chuckles. There was a very good reason that, despite the fact he outranked Keroro, he followed the green idiot's plans more often than not. If he had taken the initiative, and decided to lead his helpless platoon, he would never have had the time to have fun torturing his fellow soldiers with his devious (and outright evil) inventions. Sometimes, being a genius really was a curse.

Of course, this time, his project had been commissioned by Keroro, but Kururu had not minded in the least. His foolishly fearless leader had wanted him to create, yet another, ray gun, this time with the intention of being changed into a full-body Pikoponian suit. Keroro had probably just wanted something to leave the house in, since Natsumi had practically killed him for having his Keronian face showing in public again.

Naturally, Kururu had succeeded in creating his ray gun, and in a record-breaking thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds. However, being the conniving little frog that he was, he could not help but add a little of his own tastes to the invention; otherwise, he would have no fun watching the whole plot unfold. All this, for the sake of buying Gundam without being scolded by Natsumi. Before he handed the ray gun over to Keroro, and chaos ensued, he had one last step to the inventing process.

He needed to test the gun for its efficency. Kururu, for obvious reasons, could not test it on himself, and Keroro would cut his pay from headquarters should he use it on him and the results be unsatisfactory. This left him only one choice. He would have to first use it on his favorite guinea pig.

Giroro.

Giroro swore that he felt a chill. Like every cell in his body was warning him of danger. He made a cursory glance around Keroro's basement room, where he, Tamama, and their heroic leader was having a supposed meeting. It looked more like the Sergeant and Tamama were stuffing their faces with Pekoponian confections while making plans to go to some place called a theme park. Giroro had no interest in joining their party, but felt it was only right he at least be in the room. Lest their pathetic platoon fall to pieces completely. It was his duty to maintain at least the appearances that ARMPIT was somewhat operational.

Whatever the case, he could not see anything that could pose as being dangerous for a soldier like himself. It must have been his imagination, Giroro told himself. Or maybe Natsumi had returned home from school. That usually invoked strange feelings in him. He would have to go upstairs again in twenty minutes or so-he did not want her thinking he had rushed from his sad excuse of a war meeting for her sake. Only somewhat satisfied by this thought, he returned to polishing his ever-handy battle rifle.

It was approximately thirty seconds later that it occurred to him that Kururu was missing from the room, which could only mean he was in his lab. Which also usually meant mayhem was about to be let loose on their small platoon. Giroro knew he had realized this too late, however, and the damage was done. He only had the chance to hustle to his feet before Kururu had strolled out the miniature refrigerator with a rather hazardous looking ray gun propped on his shoulder.

Having no ability to sense danger, Keroro approached their yellow comrade excitedly. "Gero, gero, gero…It looks like you finished the Pekoponian Disguise Device I asked you to make for me," the Sergeant commented slyly, giving the gun a quick look over. "How much better is it compared to what headquarters is giving A-ranked platoons?"

"You can test it if you want," Kururu snickered, purposefully looking in Giroro's direction through his thick glasses. "The transformation process might sting a little, though." The Corporal, despite being a weapons specialist that knew no fear, felt that same chill as before. He should have known all along, that he was bound to be Kururu's test subject, and should have made a run for it while it was still possible.

Keroro followed Kururu's gaze predictably enough, and made a devilish grin of his own. Of course he had to test out his new toy before using it on himself. What would he do if he changed into some deformed entity that belonged somewhere in the outskirts of the Theta Planetary System, past the seventy-sixth planet? Knowing his demented friend, there was too big of a chance that he would be changed into something horrible. And besides that, Giroro was a fairly strong Keronian. He could handle whatever it was that Kururu had up his sleeves.

"Hold…still," Keroro muttered as he aimed for Giroro with Kururu's newest invention. Pulling the trigger, a neon orange stream of light shot out, and Giroro only had a split-second to dodge it.

"You are not turning me into one of those Pekoponians with that stupid ray gun!" He shouted back at him, having only a moment to duck under Keroro's lawn chair before another stream of orange light was shot in his direction. Giroro was only thankful that the chair did not somehow turn into something unnatural; apparently, it only affected things that were already alive. He quickly added as another shot was made, "And remind me what the hell this has to do with the invasion plan!"

Kururu continued to cackle as Keroro aimed and fired again, before tossing a second ray gun at Tamama. He was nothing if not prepared. With two ray guns on him, and orange light bouncing around the room off the walls, it was a wonder that Giroro managed to last for so long, and even more amazing that no one else had been hit. In the end, however, the Corporal was bathed in the eery, orange light, and there was no stopping the alterations.

As the light faded away, in the middle of the room stood a redheaded, rather muscular, Pekoponian male. Giroro hesitantly looked down to find himself completely naked-besides the dark blue belt strapped across his abdomen. He could not help growling, before picking up Kururu by the scruff of his neck and bringing him to his eye level. "You will change me back now, or I will tear you up into a thousand pieces with my bare hands," He seethed, his glare deadly.

Even though he was beyond serious, Kururu remained unruffled by the threat. The fact that Giroro was now several times his size meant nothing to him. "What are you angry at me for?" He sneered back. "I only followed orders in making a perfect disguise device, one that worked fairly well, if I might add. Shouldn't you be mad at the ones that shot at you?"

Giroro responded with a grunt, before scowling down at the two Keronians admiring his Pekoponian disguise. Kururu actually had a point, for once. He would deal with the mad scientist after he gutted the two idiots pulling at his new leg hair.

When Natsumi had arrive home, the Hinata household had been rather peaceful. Usually, she would have suspected that the frog aliens were up to no good, like always. However, at this point, she was too tired to care, and after so many years of having them in her house, she was used to their antics. She would stop their evil plans to invade the planet later, after she had taken a much needed bath.

At least, that had been her plan. Then she had heard a whole lot of shouts and loud crashing sounds. Before she had even gotten the chance to fill the tub, she had to run down the stairs and then to the basement, where the noise all originated from.

She threw open the door to Keroro's room, immediately yelling, "You frogs better not destroy the house again! I swear, I can't even rest for five minutes before-"

Then she froze. Standing in the room, with his hands around the necks of Tamama and Keroro, was a tall, redheaded man. A tall, redheaded man with a scar over his left eye, and a strangely familiar belt across his torso. A tall, redheaded man that was otherwise naked. Natsumi did not need a mirror to know that her entire face must have been a violent, tomato red. Her jaw dropped, and she let out a headsplitting scream.

In turn, all four occupants of the room stared at the blushing (screaming) girl, uncertain of what the problem was, and how to fix it. Thankfully, she answered the question for them. "Pervert! Why the hell are you naked? Get out of my house!"

It was only then that it occurred to them that Pekoponian males did not, generally, walk around without any clothes on. Unless they were perverts, or course. Unfortunately for Giroro, there really was not anything in the room that could have possibly fit him, and he doubted he would fit anyone else's clothing either. He instead grabbed his battle rifle for covering.

"I guess there is a flaw in my invention," Kururu snickered from the sidelines, not sounding in the least bothered by this. "I should have thought to have clothes be a part of the transformation process. Silly me."

"Well, fix it now!" Giroro snapped, baring his teeth at the sadistic inventor. Kururu shrugged.

"I'm not interested," he replied, turning back to the refrigerator that acted as a door to their secret base, with every intention of returning to his lab. "But you should probably know, that body is semi-permanent. No Keronian technology can reverse the effects…at least, not until I'm fascinated enough to invent the antidote. I guess you're stuck for now, Giroro."

With that, he returned to the underground base, leaving an even more furious Giroro in his wake. There would be hell to pay, that much he was certain of. As soon as he found himself a pair of pants.

Hinata Aki frowned. She had made the effort to come home early enough to cook dinner, and there was an empty seat at her table. Even the creepy little yellow frog, the one that had some kind of perverse crush on her, had managed to come to dinner, which rarely happened. She had thought they had all gotten past this game of pretending to have manly pride. Even if they were alien frog creatures. They still needed food.

That was not the only strange thing, though. Natsumi was being rather quiet, even though Keroro had talked about his Gundam collection for the past ten minutes at least. She would have done something sooner, usually.

"So," she said at last, interrupting Keroro's Gundam rant, "What happened today? Where's Giro-kun?" Aki asked. The entire table went silent, until Kururu started to chuckle to himself.

"He's probably moping in his tent right about now, or by the fire, cooking sweet potatoes," Kururu answered with a jeering tone. "It won't be long before he breaks…then comes crawling to me to fix him."

Fix him? Aki was only even more confused now. She turned to her daughter, wanting answers. "Natsumi, tell me what happened. It's okay for you to tattle this time. I won't complain and say that you're too old for that kind of behavior."

Her daughter's face turned bright red at this, and she looked away in embarrassment. "He was naked," she muttered, before her shoulders completely slackened. Natsumi may have been in high school, but she had never seen a boy without his clothing on, besides illustrations in her health textbook. No, scratch that. She had never seen a man without his clothing on. That had not been the body of a boy.

Aki laughed, though. "Honey, our frog friends never dress, remember? They don't really need to."

The only response she got out of Natsumi was a shake of the head. What in the…? In between bites of rice and fish, Keroro felt it necessary to say, "I must say, you Pekoponian women overreact when it comes to clothing. I don't even understand why you people bother wearing it. Isn't it more comfortable not to? We didn't think we would need to dress Giroro until she started screaming…gero, gero, gero."

She paused for a moment, and it suddenly made sense why Natsumi was so flustered. "Wait, did Giro-kun become a human?" She asked, before jumping up from her seat. "I can so use this for my manga! Natsumi, was he hot?"

Natsumi's head whipped around. "Kaa-chan!" She screeched, her face even more flushed. "That isn't funny at all!"

Aki stuck her tongue out. "Oh, pooh. You aren't any fun," she teased playfully. "Well, I'll just have to see for myself!"

She slid the back door open, and stuck her head out. Giroro's red tent was still standing, as it always was, and beside it, instead of a silhouette of a frog alien, like she was used to seeing, there was a man hunched over a fire. Quietly, she approached the fire, and crouched down next to him. She was given no more than his profile though, since he refused to look in her direction. Aki clicked her tongue with disappointment-he was acting rather childish-before she forcefully turned his entire body to look at her.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he hardly had time to react before she had grabbed his chin, and was angling it different ways to get a full understanding of his facial structure. Aki grinned, "I can definitely work with this. I'll have to wait until the end of the current arch, but turning the characters into humans is a stroke of genius," she cackled to herself. "And you look a lot younger than I would have thought…and handsome too. No wonder Natsumi was so embarrassed! I guess I'll have to play in a little love interest too, since the thirteen-year-old fangirls just eat that stuff up."

"Yes," Giroro snapped quietly, ripping his jaw away, "I'm sure this is all really hilarious to everyone and anyone but me."

He faced back to the fire, slowly turning his sweet potato. For a frog-alien-turned-human, he looked awfully dejected. "Oh, sweetie-" he flinched at the endearment, and his lips pursed, "-Giro-kun," she corrected quickly, "I'm not laughing at you." Well, not much, anyway.

He took a moment to reply. Giroro knew what she was trying to do, and if anything, it made matters worse for him. He was strong enough to handle the situation without being coddled by a Pekoponian woman. At last, he uttered, "My pride as a soldier is wounded enough without you trying to make me feel better."

Maybe it was the mother in her, hidden deep down past the violent, no-nonsense woman that she was, but Aki did feel a small amount of pain for the Keronian. Not enough to give up the thought of putting this lovely plot twist into her manga, naturally, but enough to want to comfort him. She placed a delicate hand on his bare shoulder. "It really is not as bad as you think it is, Giroro-kun."

"And how the hell do you figure that?"

"Well," she hesitated. What could she really say? He was not from Earth, and being a part of the platoon that had been sent to invade it, the last thing he probably wanted was to become human. She supposed she would sweet-talk Kururu later. At the same time, it struck Aki that he was still a man…sort of. And she knew all to well that he had been infatuated with her daughter for years. She could hardly approve of her daughter being involved with the hunky male sitting on the cinderblock before her, but Natsumi was in high school. That was old enough to potentially have an alien boyfriend, right?

"Well," she started again, "Natsumi is a human. And now so are you, at least in appearances. And just because you're body changed its form does not change who you are. You're still the irritable, hot-headed soldier that we all know and love."

Pleased that he was at least contemplating what she said, Aki stood. The rest would be left to Natsumi, and her ability to woo alien frogs.

The flapping of Giroro's tent, just feet bellow her window, was keeping her up. It was unusually windy, and the temperature had dropped drastically since the sun had set, so her room was colder than she preferred, but she was too cozy to get out of bed and turn up the thermostat. So, Natsumi was left to her thoughts, and to listen to the sounds of a creaking house and the red tent noisily resisting the wind downstairs.

Maybe it was a little immature of her, but she was still slightly abashed by what had transpired that afternoon. Less because she had seen a full-grown, naked man for the first time, but more because of her reaction. It should have been as clear as day that it was the frogs' doing, and yet, she had called him a pervert. It was not as if it was Giroro's fault anyway. Out of all the aliens she had met, he was probably the least likely to make such stupid plans to embarrass her. He was much to straight-forward for that.

She sighed, turning over to face away from her window. It did not help her think of something else, though. She could not believe it, but she felt guilty. Despite his ferocious tendencies, Giroro was a reasonably nice alien, and they had formed a strange sort of friendship over the years, after having ganged up on Keroro so many times. He was the least insane out of all of them.

Why, then, was she letting him sit downstairs in that stupid tent of his, when it had to have been freezing? Surely he could not sleep through such a ruckus. For that matter, why had she ever let that stubborn idiot sleep outside every night? Yes, he was a frog, and yes he was trying to invade her home planet, but they were allies too. Natsumi could hardly understand why, but she refused to let this madness continue. With a huff, she threw back the blankets and slid herself out of bed, hissing when her feet touched the cold floor.

The journey downstairs was even more painful, and on her way, she stopped to turn up the heat. Slipping on a pair of sandals, she snuck out the door and into the backyard. The wind felt as if it were ripping right through her, and the closer she got the the tent, the more ridiculously small it looked. There was no way a grown, adult male could fit comfortably inside. What in the hell was he thinking? Obviously, he was not at all.

It was lit from the inside, so she had assumed correctly that he had not yet fallen asleep. Shaking her head in annoyance, she kneeled down and unzipped the door to his tent, then peering in. She was not sure if she wanted to laugh, or scold him for what she saw. The tent being made for a Keronian's small body, he was now too tall to even sit down, or to lay out at all, meaning he was scrunched up on his side into a cramped ball. To make matters worse, his weaponry took up a fair amount of space, and his little blanket covered no more than his shoulder and upper arm. It did not help at all that he was not wearing anything more than a pair of pants, and sturdy combat boots. Well, at least his feet wouldn't fall off.

"Giroro, what do you think you're doing?" She asked at last. Awkwardly, he tried to turn to face her. Natsumi rubbed the bridge of her nose-the sight of him was beyond absurd.

"It's nighttime," he stated quietly. As if that answered anything. Natsumi grit her teeth.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," she grumbled back. "Now get into the house before you die of hypothermia. I am so not in the mood to make a hospital trip right now."

He grunted, the sound odd coming from a different body. As bizarre as it was, she had gotten rather used to him, and his little, alien body. She was not quite sure what to do with this new, human body of his. Now that she thought of it, the entire situation was not so bad. He might not have thought so, but she certainly did.

At length, he intoned, "I have spent years in this tent, through winter and summer, and I haven't ever needed to sleep in the house. That isn't going to change now, just because of this little mishap." As an afterthought, he added, "Go back to bed, sweetheart."

With that, he wriggled around to look towards the back of his tent. Natsumi was sorely tempted to crawl in there, and drag him out by force. She could not comprehend why he felt it necessary to keep up that manly facade of his. Natsumi was well aware that he was soldier, and that he was proud of his position, but it made no sense for him to intentionally harm himself just to act tough. Were all men this hardheaded? Well, fine. Two could play at this game.

"This is hardly a little mishap," she muttered under her breath, before further unzipping the opening to his tent, and slipping into it's only slightly warmer interior. Surprised, he tried to prop himself up on his elbows, his eyes widening as he watched her made herself at home. He did not even need to ask for her to answer his question, "If that's how you want it, then fine. I'll just have to stay down here in the cold too."

"Don't be ridiculous, Natsumi. You'll freeze to death."

"I could say the same to you, stupid frog," she wavered for a moment. "I guess I can't really call you that anymore, can I?"

He stared up at her. This was all like a weird, out of body experience for him. She had somehow managed to fit herself inside, with her legs crossed, and her head pressed against the top of his tent. She, at least, was short enough to join him inside. He should have been overjoyed that she cared enough to crawl out of the comfort of her own bed for his sake, and had the guts to spend the night in a tent, even if it was cold out. Instead, he found himself frustrated that she was so obstinate with him. He was a stubborn enough individual without her butting heads with him.

Giroro swore that some day, she would be the death of him.

At last, he grumbled, "Do whatever you want."

She would give up soon, he was certain. The longer she stayed, the longer he ignored her, the more likely it was that she would relent, and return to her room, where she belonged. There was no way that she was going to be able to tough out the night.

At least, that had been what Giroro had hoped. What he wanted, and what he got, however, were very different things. She was just as persistent as he was, or perhaps even more so. An entire hour passed in this manner, with her quietly sitting, and him trying to ignore her. But when it came down to it, he could not help but to be worried, especially when her teeth started to chatter.

How was this fair? It was her own damned fault, but now he was the bad guy because she refused to leave him in his tent by himself. Now he was the one the one who had to give up, swallow his pride, and go into the house, just because she decided to play games. Well, if it was for Natsumi…Giroro could hardly believe how big his heart was. And how far he had fallen, all because of one Pekoponian.

"You win. Let's go inside."

AN: I recently fell in love with Keroro Gunsou, and the adorable GiroNatsu pairing, and could not resist posting my own version of the human-Giroro idea. Hopefully it was halfway decent. I may or may not add another chapter onto this…depending on how you guys react. And whether or not I feel like it. Lol.

Oh, and the title…it has nothing to have to do with the story. I just happened to be playing dubstep (rather than the usual death metal) when I was writing it, and my little bro asked me if I was listening to alien communications. High schoolers are so funny~ And anyway, the idea sort of stuck. Whatever the case, enjoy!

Another thing-I totally made up the Theta Planetary System. In the series, Keroro's platoon is supposed to be from the Gamma Planetary System, and Gamma is the greek number for three. Theta is just greek's value for nine. So just picture it being a hell of a lot farther from Earth than even Keron. :D

All feedback is appreciated. :)