Ok Chapter 2 is ready! Editing will be happening to both posted chapters before I move on to Chapter 3 so reviews are very much appreciated to assit the editing process. These are all plot building chapters so we just don't have senseless smut here lol
WARNING: This story contains MATURE content including: foul language, gore/violence/brutality, adult situations and content, and just plain ridiculousness. Any characters from Keroro Gunso (Sgt. Frog) do NOT belong to me and I take no credit in any of their awesome. Rena (future character) DOES belong to me and is an OC. Thank you.
Chapter Two
Giroro Presents: The Decision
"Kururu!"
The single shout echoed throughout the cold steel halls, reaching darker corners of the maze hidden beneath the Hinata house. Each turn and curve as dark and empty as the last. There was no laughter, no yelling, no alarms, and stranger still no explosions. The Keronian base was built to deter rival invaders from discovering their plans and secrets; which was decent enough of an idea, cause confusion and panic before neutralizing the intruders, but with Keroro and Kururu as the architects the reason became madness very quickly. Giroro scoured the halls in a near panic himself searching desperately for the sergeant major. Something seemed unusual today to the red corporal. He had just been through one of the most traumatizing and angering moments of his entire life watching that boy steal his Natsumi from him, and now half of his platoon were nowhere to be found including the yellow devil himself.
Natsumi…
He wished he could have done something, anything, to stop them. For the first time in his career, he had frozen unable to advance. His own fury, his deadly reputation, and Natsumi's reaction to Saburo's advances had stopped him in his tracks. He would have killed him, even if he hadn't wanted to, and she would have never forgiven him. She was happy, truly happy, and he could never give her what Saburo could. Never.
No, he could never do what a Pekoponian could do for Natsumi, unless he found Kururu. He had made his decision, and though it was a difficult one to make, he was not changing his mind.
"KURURU!"
"There's no need to shout. I can hear you just fine you know, ku ku ku ku."
Giroro slid to a stop to quickly take a look at his surroundings. He was still alone in the maze of steel and shadow with no doors, windows or anything that could have indicated the yellow keronian's presence. A small red light from his peripheral vision caught his attention, and as he turned to look for the source he noticed the security camera in the upmost corner of the hallway junction. The camera swiveled on near silent gears to point at him, and the familiar sardonic laugh answered his unease. "Come to my lab," was the stark order followed by silence and a motionless camera. He changed his course and advanced slower than before, his discomfort steadily getting worse. Why did he feel like he was walking into a trap? He was the one who needed Kururu's assistance, and he was the one looking for him; however, their history together didn't make this meeting any more promising.
Kururu's lab didn't seem any different than it had ever been, the face of his superior frozen in steel as the entrance and cameras quickly swiveling on their bases to identify the approaching Keronian, but the inside appeared different, darker than usual. That didn't help his unease. The constant heat from electronics, experiments, chemicals and who knows what else met the chill of the metal floor, causing a constant roll of a fog-like steam to cascade from the open entryway.
"K-Kururu?" Giroro walked into the laboratory and was quickly met by something new to the base. A tiny assistbot like the ones back on Keron rolled up on its comically large wheel to present itself before him. His boxed frame swiveled 360 degrees a few times, supposedly expressing excitement, as its minute clamp-tipped arms flailed like a child's before its right one snapped up to rest beneath its single eye in a salute.
"Giroro Gochou, Master Kururu has been expecting you," it said in its normal monotone voice, so unlike its behavior, as its one eye flickered a deep red with every syllable spoken. "Please follow me," it spun a few times again before wheeling away towards the back of the lab expecting Giroro to keep up. As they neared parts of the labyrinth he was sure he had never set foot in before the little assistbot took a sharp right into a closed off room, wheeling into a type of automatic door made for the tiny bot. After a few moments another larger and hidden door hissed to the side, allowing the low, creeping fog to slip into the new room. Giroro slowly strode in, keeping his eyes sharp. A single screen lit up the entire space from the farthest wall. A gentle but rapid and repetitive clicking came from the illuminated keyboard set before the screen, and each key lit red for a moment on every keystroke before fading. Yellow digits flew over their marks to finish their work before stopping abruptly, leaving the room silent save for the subconscious electrical whine of the computer screen. Kururu turned to face the red corporal, swiveling in his raised chair to look down at his clearly nervous visitor.
"Now this is quite the surprise," he drawled with a maniacal grin, "How often do I get to hear you scream for me, and now you're here, in my lab," the grin dropped to a smirk as he watched Giroro squirm uncomfortably but determined to get in his request, rooted to the spot. "Isn't it normally Natsumi that gets all of your fanatic attention?"
"You… you just… shut the FUCK UP!" Giroro's eyes betrayed despair behind his flash of rage. His hands balled into fists and shook with pent up mania that he didn't want to expose.
"Ooooo, being serious now are we?" Kururu leaned forward in his chair, resting his chin on interlaced fingers and staring intently at the corporal, his grin stretching thinner. "Then stop wasting my time and get on with it…"
Giroro paused for a moment, briefly catching something out of place. Kururu was different. Very different. His voice was lower, his words more precise and less cryptic. The lab, the assistbot and now this conversation were all completely out of sorts with him.
"What are y-"
"What am I up to?" Kururu blurted, catching Giroro off guard and making him retreat a small step. "Nothing, my dear Giroro. Nothing that isn't solely designed to benefit the both of us. Now…" he leaned forward closer to the Keronian, the bright light from the screen behind him reflecting ominously over his glasses. "Why are you here? You've made me wait long enough."
"I…I-I"
"Hm?" Kururu tilted his head a bit, pressing a button on the armrest to slowly lower the chair to floor level. Lightly stepping out of it, he stood eye to eye with Giroro. "Go on…"
"I… I WANT TO BECOME PEKOPONIAN!"
They stood in the still silence for a moment before Kururu turned from Giroro, lifting his hand to his face. "Ku… ku ku ku ku… kuuuuu ku ku ku ku ku…" With fog gathering at his feet, he looked over his shoulder to stare at the corporal. "Well… what are you waiting for? I want to hear you say it."
"Kururu, can you invent something that can change my DNA into Pekoponian DNA?" Giroro hesitated a moment before placing a red hand on his platoon member's shoulder, "We've never been very close, but you have been my friend since we were tadpoles. I have thought about it for a long time, and I believe I've come to a decision. I choose Natsumi."
The yellow Keronian looked at the hand on his shoulder and scoffed before cutting a huge grin again, "You would choose to remain here? Never see out planet Keron ever again?"
"I-"
"Betray your comrades in arms? Your brother? Your father?"
"B-but"
"Everything you have ever known and loved back home will be-"
"YES I KNOW!" Giroro whipped Kururu around to face him and shook him roughly by the shoulders. In a surprising burst of emotion, a few tears sprung from his blue eyes to emphasize the truth in his words. "I have NEVER felt this was for anyone, ANYONE on Keron!"
Kururu remained motionless, steady glaring at the red Keronian through his swirled glasses, and he didn't even make as much as a whisper until Giroro took his hands off of his shoulders. He abruptly cleared his throat before continuing, "If you are already aware of the sacrifice, then I have a prototype prepared and ready for testing."
"Wha- what? How did you-"
"You're easy to read corporal." He slowly walked past Giroro back into the labyrinth of halls that snaked through his laboratory. Kururu became silent as the red Keronian gave chase. The yellow devil's plan was dancing on a razor's edge and could go horribly wrong at any moment, but as long as the end result was the same Kururu didn't care what became of either of them. One Keronian led the other through the maze, both deep in thought, until they reached their destination. A dimly lit room welcomed them, every wall lined with weapons ranging from small handheld models to heavy, bulky rifles.
"So…" Kururu turned to face Giroro at the weapons silo entrance, deciding it was finally time to do what he planned to. His Giroro was gone, the one he had respected and secretly loved ever since their childhood, and the proud soldier was replaced by this Pekoponian fanatic bent on interspecies intimate relations. It took him a long time, they have been on Pekopon for almost ten years, but Kururu had finally accepted the man he had chased across the galaxy was no longer the Keronian he loved. Kururu decided it was time to get the real yellow devil back on the battlefield. "I saw what happened with Saburo. Is that why you want to become Pekoponian? To be able to beat Saburo to your little prize?" He words were practically dripping with venom, but Giroro didn't notice.
"Saburo…" Giroro's eyes narrowed in an intense hatred as he stared into the swirls on his superior's glasses. "If I had my way he would have been gone a long time ago and Natsumi wouldn't even remember him."
Kururu's maniacal grin returned stretching tight over his features as his hand reached for one of the smaller models painted a deep red.
["I'm fucking sick of it!" he remembered bellowing merely days before, pacing before his only true friend in frustration and growing anxiety. 'Why must I sit here and wait for everything to change? I invent everything, I control security, and I alone am needed for the success of the invasion, but this pathetic excuse for a platoon have settled their fat, complacent asses on this planet for good! What about fucking Kururu, huh? What about my wants? MY needs? We are not invading anyone, and I'm caught in the crossfire!"]
Kururu wrapped his hand firmly around the grip of the gun and lifted it away from the wall.
[Saburo leaned against the door frame to the lab entrance and crossed his arms in thought. "Why don't you just do something about it? Why wait for change? Just create it."]
Kururu leveled the weapon to point between Giroro's eyes, his glasses flashing in anticipation.
[Kururu stopped pacing and stared, slack-jawed, at his friend. "To create a physical change a mental shift must occur." Saburo looked down at the yellow Keronian quizzically, "An epiphany?"]
Giroro backed up a step, retreating partway into the hall. The look on Kururu's face wasn't an unfamiliar one, but it was a look he hadn't seen in a decade. The look of the yellow devil himself, reborn.
["Chaos," Kururu started to pace again but slower and his voice was getting deeper, more sinister, with each sentence. "Create disaster and through mental anguish a physical change must occur." Saburo smiled slightly, twirling the reality pen through his fingers, "So for your plan to actually succeed…"]
"Goodbye my old friend…"
"Wh-what? Wait Kururu!"
["I will destroy everything they hold dear"]
A bright red light engulfed everything in the underground laboratory, swallowing the world around the two that stood together, face to face.
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