After a while of watching Dororo meditate, and feeling observed by Giroro, they left so I could sleep in peace. I knew I would be under surveillance, being a dangerous weapon and highly unusual, I began my search for the cameras. I found many, many cameras. They were in plain view, and I was pretty sure that freak Kururu was watching me. He scared me, but I felt I could rely on him somehow. Maybe not.

I took a bath in the hot spring, self conscious of the cameras, and dried out my wings by spreading them and softly moving them back and forth. My white dress was soiled by my own blood, and In the morning I would explore the house for another.

I curled up on a pile of blankets and pillows the frogs had brought for me, and fell asleep after a long time.

The metal doors opened with a clang, and I startled awake. I had moved under the pile of blankets, and when I moved it must have startled whoever was there, because I heard a gunshot and a ki-ki .

I spread my wings and the blankets fell away. Tamama looked really pissed, Giroro looked confused, and Kururu...looked like Kururu.

"WHY CANT YOU WAKE UP LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?" Tamama growl-screamed and a ray of yellow light shot out of his mouth. I flapped my wings and flew above his beam, and stayed there while Giroro yelled at him and Kururu ku-ku-ku'ed. I frowned.

"Time for your shots, Beast," Kururu said, and stepped closer. I was up in the air, and had no desire to get a shot today.

"Come down, or we'll shoot you down!" Tamama shrieked.

"I'm sorry, but what they're saying is true," Giroro said, avoiding my gaze.

I fluttered onto the rock ledge Giroro had been sitting on yesterday and settled down, keeping a close eye on the frogs. The needle glinted.

"Don't make me come up there," Kururu said and laughed.

"Please, we all know you won't go up there. You'll make us get her," the Corporal pointed out.

Kururu laughed. Tamama ran closer to ledge and jumped up and down excitedly. Giroro took his time coming over, and Kururu took even longer and stayed back a couple paces.

"Just do it. It will only hurt for a minute," Giroro pleaded, "I don't want to have to shoot you."

"That's fine Giro-san, because I want to shoot her!" Tamama growled.

"What are the shots for?" I called down. I knew whatever Kururu said, might or might not be true.

The frogs whispered to each other for a minute, and Giroro ended up yelling at Kururu.

"WE CANT GIVE AN ANGEL STEROIDS! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?" the Corporal yelled.

Kururu just laughed and began his walk out of the room, Tamama following.

"Waste of time!" Tamama called over his shoulder as the doors closed.

I fluttered down from my perch, landing in front of the Corporal. He shifted his feet as I looked down at him, waiting for him to say something.

"I, uh, brought you these. You know, to eat," Giroro said. He handed me a sweet potato, while looking away. His face was pink, but I ignored it and took the potato.

"Thank you, Corporal. I need your help with something," I told him. I held the potato, not knowing what to do with it.

"I can help, what do you need?" He asked. What a sweet frog, he looked so embarrassed.

"I need to know, are there any, girl clothes in this house?"

"Yeah, there might be some old ones that used to belong to Natsumi. I'll take you there." He said.

He lead me out of the room, and out of the underground base. He helped me out of the mini fridge and up the stairs. He opened the door to a girl's bedroom, looking sad.

"Here they are," he said while opening the closet. SO many clothes. I looked through the dresses. After I chose one, I turned around to ask the Corporal's opinion, and he was sitting on the bed, looking depressed.

I dropped the dress and the ground and stepped near him.

"Are you okay, Corporal? You look sad," I asked him. I sat down next to him, and noticed his eyes were closed.

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling well," He said after a while. I spread my wings out, almost knocking him over.

"Sorry! Oops, are you okay?" I cried and helped him steady himself. Before he could answer, I placed the creature on my lap.

"What are you doing? Stop-" Giroro struggled and he turned pink.

"Shh, I know about you and that girl. It's okay," I murmured. My wings formed a barrier around us, like a force field.

He sat still for a while, staring at the feathers on my wings. Plates of metal every couple inches, but the feathers were still there. I fluttered my wings and folded them back up behind me. I booted the Corporal out of my lap and stood up to go back to the dress. Giroro ended up on the floor with his face mashed into the wall.

"Some angel you are," Giroro muttered angrily, but I could see his smile.

"Hey, there's a reason I'm down here, you know," I chuckled and picked up the white dress. Luckily most girls own at least one white dress, I thought. I moved to the desk and got out the scissors. Giroro looked startled.

"What are you doing?" He asked, and watched stunned as I cut slits into the back of the dress.

"Cutting wing holes," I replied like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then I took off my soiled dress and slid on the new one. Giroro looked stunned.

"Do you mind?" I said rudely, "I'm trying to dress here!"

The Corporal flushed and turned to leave.

"Hey stupid, I've already finished. Help me with this zipper, will you? My wings are in the way," I chattered. This guy was easy to play with. Good lord, this was fun.

"Uh..Okay," He stammered. Giroro walked over and zipped up the back. I flapped my wings, knocking him into the wall.

"Thanks, dude. Sorry again. Lead me back to my room, please," I commanded. The Corporal was wrapped around my finger.

"Nah, I can't. You have to go to training," He said and lead me out of the room.

Maybe he wasn't after all, I thought. It might take a while to crack him.