I hope you enjoy, sorry for the errors! I'm not a very good proof reader!

4. Clouds

"I got the password! Afro and Gunso!" Keroro sang to himself while hanging up the Hinata house's laundry. "Afro! Afro! Gunso! Gunso! Three, two, one, fire!" Although he was ordered to invade Pekopon by the Keron Military, he couldn't bring himself to it. This planet was practically perfect, if he and his platoon were to invade, they'd only destroy it. Also, it was very uncommon for Keronians to visit/live on invaded planets due to the fact that they look like a war zone, so what really would be the point of invading if no one would see what happened? At least, that was Keroro's thought on the matter. Stumbling across one of Natsumi's bras, he chuckled under his breath, not even breaking into a sweat, before hanging it onto the line. Doing all of the chores used to really bother him, but now, it was somewhat soothing for him.

Keroro and Fuyuki, Giroro and Natsumi, Dororo and Koyuki, Tamama and Momoka, and Kururu and Aki, all of Keroro's platoon had made some sort of Pekoponian friend here on Pekopon. If they were to destroy their friends' home, they would all be obviously devastated. A tear welled up in Keroro's eye while he continued to try and toss the bra over the thin laundry line, if he were to invade Pekopon that would mean that he would disappoint Fuyuki.

A vision appeared in Keroro's head of Fuyuki calling out to him, eyes filled to the brim with tears and betrayal. "Gunso!" He screamed, falling into a never ending black hole. "I trusted you! I thought we were friends?" The boy's words echoed in his head as he broke into a sweat. Keroro was sure he would never be able to really invade, no matter how hard he wanted to.

"Ke-Ke-Keroro?" He heard a shout and looked over his shoulder to see Giroro, bright red and trembling. Before Keroro was able to figure out why Giroro was so shaken up, the corporal had pinned him to the ground and was punching him in the face. "You idiot!" Giroro shouted, pulling punch after punch, each one delivering, despite Keroro's efforts to defend himself. "You unrespectful idiot!"

"What did I do?" Keroro stammered aloud, and then bit his tongue realizing exactly why he was shoved onto the floor. Like a crown, Natsumi's bra sat on Keroro's head; Giroro must have seen Keroro hanging up her bra and assumed he was doing something else, perhaps he guessed Keroro was going to pull some kind of prank on Natsumi involving her bra. Deciding to have a little fun with it, Keroro tied the straps underneath his chin and jumped on top of Giroro, yelling about how he was fearsome leader and that he was going to take over Pekopon wearing that as his hat in triumph in which Giroro was to angry to respond. Not too soon after the two's outburst, Natsumi ran outside, almost immediately finding out what was going, and then started to kick some Keronian butt.

"Natsumi! It's not what you think!" Giroro screamed over and over, hoping to get on her side of the argument like always, but as usual the plan failed and he got pummeled like his comrade. In no time, the two got bouncy afros.

Watching them from atop the house, on the roof, Mois giggled. It was true that they were all insane, but they were her family and she loved them all the same. She readjusted her clip so that her dangling golden locks didn't cover her eyes, still watching the three below. Now, Natsumi had them both gripped tightly by their heads and was banging them together as hard as she could.

Mois thought it was strange, she never interferes when Natsumi beats up her uncle, but this time seemed different. Usually, she had to hold herself back from stepping in and bashing Natsumi in the skull for laying a hand on Keroro, but as of now, Mois didn't have that feeling and that worried her. Did it have to do with Kururu? Mois wasn't exactly sure. She hoped it didn't, she just wanted that whole thing with Kururu to blow over. Mois couldn't believe what she was thinking, she and Kururu? As a couple? No. That would never work, Kururu was just a partner to her, someone she worked with in the platoon's base, nothing more. Or was there something more?

There probably is like, nothing else. Mois thought, sadly, to herself. Kururu will see me only as a comrade, you could say I've been friend zoned?

Sighing, she looked up at the sky, in an attempt to clear her mind or at the very least to put it on something else than her normal train of thoughts. Like, yesterday there was an urgent video call from Keron HQ reporting that there was a Keronian solider coming down to Pekopon and that they would review the Keroro Platoon's progress on their invasion of Pekopon, so everyone was very nervous about the evaluations that were to be given, mainly due to the fact that a total of zero percent of Pekopon had been invaded by the platoon.

"But," Mois remembered last night, Keroro pleaded, looking up at the dark monitor. "You gave us no time to get ready for the soldier's arrival. He's coming tomorrow, that's so unfair! We want to be able to prepare for him, make sure to give him a good," He paused, "…show." That meant that Keroro had no plan on a fake invasion to show the inspector and the steady flow of groans and sighs that erupted through the large base made it clear that everyone knew it.

"Exactly our intentions," The voice shouted, his voice echoing each Keronian's ears. "If you had time to prepare for him, you might have set up some sort of fake show for us." The monitor was completely dark, so no one could see who was speaking, earlier the commander said that his camera was malfunctioning so his picture was distorted on their end, but theirs was perfect on his. Mois thought it was odd, but she didn't particularly care.

Sweat was dripping down Keroro's face, which looked immensely nervous over the entire situation. "Of course," Keroro grumbled. "That makes perfect sense."

The conversation had continued on, but after that point, Mois stopped paying attention, other than the fact that she heard that whoever the "inspector" was was coming over at 1:00 PM today. She noticed that her surroundings were oddly quiet, everyone had escaped inside the Hinata house, she guessed that they were probably busy making some sort of simulation that would convince the solider that was coming that they had started invading Pekopon. Mois reached into her pocket and then pulled out her phone; it was already 1:00 PM. He would be here any minute; all they had to do now was wait. Lying back, Mois watched the clouds roll by, wondering on how her uncle would convince the soldier that the invasion on thi planet was going smooth. She was confident that Keroro would think of something in time, he always does, well at least his platoon does, and he takes all the credit for it.

Mois smiled, seeing the clouds float slowly through the sky and began to try imagine them as some other object. Since she had such a vivid imagination, it was quite easy for her to do. She saw an ice cream, a dragon, and a table. Back at Angolan, her home planet, there were no clouds. If you were to look up at the sky, you'd be met with a light shade of purple and a pale sun, which never vanished. When she first came to Pekopon, she didn't even notice the change of atmosphere until a year into her stay, when Natsumi took her cloud watching, exactly like how she's doing now. The moment she found the fluffy cotton balls floating in the sky she was instantly fascinated. Refocusing her attention to the firmament above, she smiled, pointing to:

"It's like, a cloud space ship." Mois stated in delight, she was always proud of herself whenever she found a category or object to match a cloud as. A moment passed, as Mois continued to stare at the cloud. Something about it didn't sit right with her, "Wait, that's like, not a cloud. One could say, that's a real ship!"

Mois quickly recognized the Keron single pod space ship that was coming right towards her. Looking up, she realized that she had no time to react; the craft was a mere few feet from her face. Before it could touch her, some sort of shield flew in front of her, taking the blow. From there, time seemed to move like someone had pressed the fast forward button. There was a massive explosion and a hand reaching out for her, Mois wasn't sure whose it was, her vision was disoriented, and she couldn't take it because she couldn't move. Opening her mouth, she couldn't even talk.

Trying to look around, she found that she was still laying down on the roof and there were flames and little reed pools all around her, was that blood? Mois was covered in her own blood. Still vacating the area, her eyes landed on a familiar face, Giroro, at least, that's who she guessed it was. Everything in her vision was red. As Giroro ran towards her, she realized he was wearing a pair of glasses, it took her a moment before she found it was Kururu. He kneeled by her side, looking genuinely upset. She didn't understand why he would be troubled; she didn't even remember the space ship crash that happened a few minutes before.

Is he like, worried about me, what's wrong?

Mois smiled to herself at the mere thought of Kururu caring about her, but she couldn't tell if the idea was purely her imagination or not. He had a case in his hand and was rummaging through, looking for something.

"Lady Mois," Kururu mumbled quietly, still searching for whatever item. "Are you okay?" He waited a minute for her to respond, but when she didn't, he continued on, finding what he was looking for from his case. "Open your mouth; I'm going to give you some medicine."Mois opened her mouth and almost choked on the slew of pink liquid that Kururu poured in from a triangular container. After swallowing, she reopened her mouth, trying, once again, to say something to Kururu, but like the last time, no sound came out. "Relax; you're going to fall asleep."

Suddenly, Mois' eyes felt very heavy, she tried to keep them open as long as she could, but it was a matter of seconds before she dozed off. The last thing she remembered was someone whispering I love you into her ear, and then complete darkness.