Foyuki heard a solid knock on his bedroom door. He looked up from his thick, encyclopedia like Occult books. "Come in!" He shouted.
Dororo walked into his room, he was smiling. It wasn't a happy smile, more like a pity smile. Foyuki had been getting those a lot this past week, pity smiles. A Keronian or Pekoponian would come into his room and try to calm him, like that would happen. An alien dies in your backyard and people expect you to be perfectly calm and smiling. Dororo had the best expression yet, he looked as if he were about to invite him for an ice cream cone. Sitting next to Foyuki he continued to smile, it was reassuring that someone was able to keep their head held high, but also kind of creepy.
"Hey Foyuki-dono," As soon as he started talking his smile vanished. "I know you expect me to say everything will be okay like everyone else, but I don't want to lie, so I won't."
"Are you saying everything won't be okay, Dororo?" Foyuki was appalled. Dororo was never so straight forward.
Dororo's calming blue eyes met Foyuki's. "No, what I'm really trying to say is that none of us knows what's in store." He paused. "At first, we were all skeptical, no, optimistic about Giroro-kun's death, hoping that maybe it was just an accident, a brick had fallen onto his head from the roof, but if that were the case then there would be a brick there. Right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Now we all know that someone killed him, none of us will stop until we find who killed him. You do understand this, correct?"
Foyuki stayed quiet for a moment before realizing he was expected to answer, "Of course, I would expect nothing less. Why are you telling me all of this, Dororo?"
He exhaled heavily. "Because, I expect you to tell me if you know anything."
"Why wouldn't I tell you?"
"Exactly." Dororo said calmly. "I just feel bad, your sister has Koyuki and the rest of Keroro-kun's Platoon is working. "I thought you needed-"
Foyuki cut him off, shaking his head roughly. "Reassuring? No. I've been getting that a lot this week. Thanks though."
"May I see your book, Foyuki-dono?" Foyuki handed Dororo the book and he opened lightly reading the passage the book opened to. Not letting his eyes leave the page he spoke, "This is all really interesting, but it's really heavy!" He chuckled lightly and continued reading and his eyes fell on a sentence, suddenly it all made since. "Foyuki-dono?"
"Yeah, Dororo?"
He stood up, holding the book. "May I borrow this book for a little while?"
Foyuki eyed him mysteriously. "Are you interested in occult?"
"Yes!" Dororo said a little too quickly. Foyuki's eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry, but I need this for an occult meeting." Foyuki reached over to take the book and Dororo stepped back towards the door.
"I'll give it back to you before your school starts tomorrow, I promise! Thank you so much, Foyuki-dono!" He bowed and flashed a smile in his direction, dashing out of the door with ninja speeds.
Foyuki stared at the entrance to his room confused and worriedly. Dororo seemed like he really needed that book. I hope everything is okay, He thought. And that he gives me that book back before tomorrow's meeting. It's very essential for the topic I am discussing.
The door swung open leading into the secret base; Dororo barged in holding the occult book, an exasperated look on his face. "Kururu!" He shouted through the room. Everyone, but the yellow Keronian's head turned to him. "Where is he?" He shouted grabbing Keroro who was with Tamama and Lady Mois, hovering over the evidence table.
"On the roof." Keroro choked, pushing Dororo off. "Playing checkers with Saburo-dono. Why?" By the time he said the second part of his statement the door was closed behind Dororo and he was gone. He turned to Tamama and Mois. "What was his problem?" Both shrugged lightly.
Kururu and Saburo sat silently on the roof, both Indian style. Kururu cleared his throat jumping one of Saburo's characters and kinging himself. Saburo leaned back and looked at his friend.
"Kukuku," He laughed stroking the long, ragged, red mark that ran across his face. "I got injured the other day."
Saburo laughed and his eyes turned back to the game, Kururu's followed and watched as the ever so smart Pekoponian jumped one of his characters and kinged himself. Not moving his eyes from the board, he smiled, "Experiment gone wrong?"
"Aw, no, kukuku. My experiments never go wrong. Actually," Kururu moved his newly crowned king over to the opposite side. "It was a misunderstanding gone wrong. Lady Mois did this." He stroked it again and winced in pain.
"Mois? Isn't she really nice and stuff?" His hand paused a second on his pawn before moving it.
"Kukuku. Everyone has a breaking point. It's my job to find it." He unhesitantly jumped Saburo's pawn, who winced momentarily at his lack of emotion.
"It's like," Saburo looked up to see Kururu still looking down at the board, not bothering to look up. "It's like you have no emotions." He paused and a sly smile played on his face. "Sometimes."
"Kukuku." Kururu said a bit nervously. "Sometimes?"
Saburo opened his mouth to answer, but Dororo came rushing up the ladder, heaving. He snapped his gaze to Kururu. Sweat was running down his face and he looked like he just solved the mystery to the pyramids or that stupid riddle, Which came first, the chicken or the egg? He was holding something in his arms also and was pointing to a particular page. Was that one of Foyuki's books?
"Ku-Ku-Ku-Ku." Dororo stammered, trying to get out the yellow Keronian's name.
"Dude!" Kururu said, snidely. "That's my thing, the laugh is MINE." Dororo stared at him, confusedly. "Besides," He laughed. "It's a total chick magnet. Now what do you need?"
