Kururu and Mois Present: The Angol and the Freak! The Totally Uncorny Version!

(Frog, not freak. Geez, read your script right!)

"What's this?"

Kururu kicked the small, neatly wrapped present at the front of his lab. When it didn't explode, he picked it up and read the label that had flopped to the side when he jerked it.

"To Kururu, From Your Biggest Fan".

Of course, the Sergeant Major was a bit skeptical at first. Weren't his productions some of the most least popular toys in Keron? His dolls tossed away, with his boxes to be kept for the guinea pigs?

Not that Dororo fared any better, but still.

Kururu cautiously took it inside his lab after taking care of the tiring daily procedures of the scans and dumped the gift into an x-ray, examining the contents.

Two tiny thin bags. Huh.

Nothing too out of the ordinary…

"Who'd thought I'd ever have a fan?" Kururu mused, tearing open the colorful wrapper. To his surprise and delight, the bags were curry powder, in two of his favorite flavors…. yum. "Ku-ku-ku-ku~! Don't mind if I do~"

Kururu prepared his meal and dumped the two flavors together, mixing them as one (so what if it was as heinous as mixing two differently flavored ramen bowls? Sue him) while wondering who could have possibly sent, much less known that he would enjoy this gift.

He bit into a spoonful of his curry, and paused.

Hm. Sure tasted funny…

Kururu took another bite.

Strange.

It tasted fine- delicious, even- but it was still… odd. It was like one of those nagging, semi-conscious nerves that bugged you when someone is following you, even though you can't see exactly see them.

Kururu slowly finished his curry, staring at the bowl, and wondered if it was a mistake.

…His scanners didn't detect poison… so it can't be that…

Kururu licked the spoon, finding the taste rather… faint. Not as delicious.

…Hm. Why is that so…?

Kururu gingerly stacked the dishes on top of each other and laid them down somewhere, telling himself to throw them to Mois later.

"Pu…"

The Sergeant Major jumped slightly and gazed around himself. He reached to the side and grabbed a weapon, which one, he didn't know, but it would most likely prove useful if there was an intruder about.

"..Pu… pu…"

"Alright. I know you're there, ku," Kururu said, gently bringing the weapon to his front. "Why don't we stop this little game of hide and seek and face each other. Shall we?"

Dead silence.

Kururu frowned, turning his head this way and that.

What in Keron-?

The lights from the ceiling twitched and sparked, spewing out whatever the light source was made of. It blinked on and off until finally the darkness completely consumed the room.

And… glow. Glow?

Am I glowing?

The lights switched back on, and Kururu found himself sitting down, long naked Pekoponian legs outstretched in front of him. He blinked uncertainly, then looked at his hand. He calmly reached for the back of his head and pulled up long purple hair, then flicked it back behind his shoulder. He patted his bare chest, and came to the mild conclusion that he was in fact a Pekoponian.

His overreacted response?

He looked at his hand again. "Huh."

"Pu pu pu pu puuuu!"

"I should have known," Kururu said with a jeer, sitting up straight. "Tororo, right?"

His screen fizzed to show the wide, all too eager face of the younger Keronian, laughing maniacally as he saw what had befallen his rival.

"PUUU PU PU PU PU!" Tororo continued to cackle, slapping his hand on his face. "Man! I knew it was going to be great, but seeing it in real life takes the cake!"

"What, so is this going to be a practical joke, ku?" Kururu asked, folding his arms. "Because honestly, turning me into a Pekoponian isn't exactly the worst possible thing that could happen, ku."

"Oh, you'll see what I mean," Tororo sang, his face too close to the camera. His frown quickly became apparent when his opponent wasn't giving him the correct reaction, however. "You're not freaking out. Why are you not freaking out?"

"I was a bit upset at first of the fact that I might not have a fan, ku-ku," Kururu said with a thin, crazed smile. "I'm more than relieved to find out I was wrong~"

"H-hey!" Tororo pouted. "I am not your fan! There was a completely different reason why I turned you into a Pekoponian!"

"Oh?" Kururu cocked a brow and lowered his arms, running a finger down his own bare chest. "So what is the reason~?"

"Th-the reason-?" Tororo finally seemed to realize that the older Keronian was actually naked, and he twisted his features into a disgusted, horrified expression. "Y-you CREEP!" He covered his eyes. "I turned you into a Pekoponian because- b-because of revenge!"

"Okay," Kururu said flatly.

"Oooh!" Tororo pouted. "You aren't supposed to be like this! Why aren't you freaking out?!"

"You clearly don't know me."

"…Right…" Tororo leaned back and scratched his neck.

"Ku-ku-ku-ku." Kururu stretched his arms and began to stand up. "Now this has certainly been fun and all, but I really must be going to my work…" When Tororo showed no look of wanting to comply to his wishes, his tone receded to a slightly more angry one. "Turn me back. Unless you really want to face the consequences... Ku-ku-ku-ku..."

Tororo shuddered involuntarily at the thought of facing his wrath, but was quickly able to regain his composure. "Pu pu pu... Won't can do." Tororo felt the smile return to his own face. "Though there is a way for you to reverse and of course avoid the condition..."

"Avoid," Kururu repeated, less than pleased. "And... what do you mean by that...?"

"This condition is continual!" Tororo explained gleefully. "It took forever to come up with the idea, much less actually make it... but I digress! Whenever you come into contact with the dark, you'll turn into a Pekoponian!"

Kururu stared at the screen, his expression stone-hard and frozen. Tororo shivered. The Sergeant Major had such piercing green eyes... as stupid as he thought the glasses were, Tororo wished that the former had them on that moment.

The New Recruit shuffled slightly on his seat before he cleared his throat. "A-anyway, uh..." He shook his head straightened his back. "There is a way for you to turn back."

"And that is?"

"The Frog Prince." Tororo's lips bent to a grin. "Someone has to kiss you."

"Oh~?" Kururu relaxed. That's supposed to be a prank or a revenge of some sort? Pfft. Amateur. "Big deal. I'll just ask-"

"Not just anyone," Tororo interrupted rudely. "This one Pekoponian girl."

Kururu was horrified, but he didn't let his emotions disrupt his features. "Natsumi?"

"Is that what her name was?" Tororo shook his head. "Nah, I think you're referring to the pink-haired girl, right? No, that's not her."

Kururu sighed, relieved. "I see. And who is she, then?"

"Umm…" Tororo leaned toward his computer and typed something on the keypad. "Oh. That one girl… I think her name's Mois?"

Now this expression Kururu couldn't hide.

The younger Keronian basked in the terror that flashed against Kururu's face; the pale skin, the wide, dilated eyes, the slightly open mouth.

The look didn't last, unfortunately.

Kururu closed his eyes and smiled, a twisted, angry one. When he opened his eyes, they sparked calm fury as they gazed with simulated sweetness. "…When I'm done with you, no one will even recognize you."

Tororo jumped, watching him with a perked brow. He wouldn't do anything bad to a minor… right…?

Kururu answered his mental question by bending his neck down and darkening his face, releasing a fit of hysterical laughter, his shoulder quivering, his hand covering his mouth.

Tororo immediately slapped his laptop closed, afraid that Kururu's mad, crazy chortles would give his computer a virus.

Kururu couldn't believe that this… that this twerp had the frogging nerve to actually ruin his life? Oh, no. Kururu was the one who ruined people's lives, not the other way around. He picked up a stray, oversized lab coat and slipped it on, not giving a flying shoe about the decency of his nudity. He was in his lab, after all.

"Oh." The irritating tadpole's voice piped back, echoing throughout the speakers. "One more thing."

"What is it?" Kururu asked dully, clearly annoyed enough by the schemes of the New Recruit.

"You're not going to be able to use your lab until that girl kisses you."

"Oh really?" Kururu dared dryly, "And tell me. When exactly is that going to happen?"

"Oh, I dunno… Like, say… now?"

Promptly, all of Kururu's computers flickered off, and a large, annoying loud siren screamed throughout the lab. The Keronian-turned-Pekoponian covered his ears, cringing under the piercing sound of the alarm.

"Perfect," Kururu muttered, suddenly recalling the system he had recently put in.

Within matters of minutes, he was thrust out of his own laboratory.

Tororo's laughter cackled from the other side of the door.

"…He is going to get it," Kururu hissed, his fist clenching. He looked down at himself. "But first…"

Natsumi was putting away laundry, folding the corners of crumpled shirts and smoothing out the lines of the pants and the skirts.

"I need clothes."

A simple turn of the head was all that was needed for her face to explode in an embarrassed, flaming red color. She shrieked and closed her eyes, curling her fist into a ball of steel before hurling it right into Kururu's face.

He fell with a heavy thud on the floor.

"…That was rude. Ku-ku-ku-ku."

"Wait, that laugh…" Natsumi almost glanced back down when he remembered just what exactly she saw before. She blushed and moaned, tossing a white sheet on top of him. "Kururu?! What the heck are you doing, you pervert?! Is this some other of your stupid Pekoponian suits?!"

I almost wish so, ku. "I suppose you can say that I am conducting an experiment, ku-ku." Kururu tied the blanket around his waist. Lying is much better than admitting I was beaten by a half-pint. No matter. "I just wanted to ask if I could be in the possession of some clothes, ku. Unless you'd rather me walk around na-"

"Don't make me hurt you, frog." Natsumi paused to study him for a moment. "…Hm. I guess Fuyuki's clothes would fit you… maybe some of the bigger shirts, but other than that…" She sighed. "Who am I kidding. I'll go get you those right now." She left in a hurry, more than eager to clothe the (oddly attractive) demented scientist. Keronian-turned-Pekoponian scientist. Or whatever.

Kururu frowned and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. There was no way he was going to let anyone know what really happened to him. And if Tororo even dare whisper the word, he was going to kill him- no, torture him- in the most inhumane way possible. But of course it also had to be funny. It was Sgt Frog, after all.

Kururu mused Tororo's demise. Maybe I could use panda bears…

"Huh? And who are you?"

Kururu blinked up, and noticed to his absolute dismay and almost irritation that it was the young Angol gazing down at him.

"Ku-ku-ku. Do you really even need to guess~?"

Mois tapped her bottom lip for a moment. "You sound a little bit like Kururu."

"Really."

"Are you Kururu?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not, ku."

"There," Natsumi snapped, flinging the clothes in his face. "Get dressed. NO, NOT HERE. Go to the bathroom or something you creep! GEEZ." She marched off, her face reddening all over.

Mois looked from Kururu to Natsumi's leaving form. "…Did I miss something?"

Why do I have this feeling that this episode would contain an abundance of blonde jokes?

Forgive me for the poorly written chapter, the out-of-character blah, the fact that I hadn't written anything in over a week, and well... yeah pretty much that.

I have a confession to make. Kururu's not one of my favorite characters (BOOOO) oh hush it. Giroro, Dororo, and Garuru are more or less easy to like because I like them. Koyuki too. Kururu on the other hand... I got nothing. He's a hard character to pin down. He's just so... cool. Not like Garuru, though, who can fly into rage when it comes to the sake of his brother. Kururu only gets annoyed and shows his emotions through his insane antics; well, more or less. I don't know. Hopefully as the story continues to go along, I'll get a better grasp of his character.