Crud. You know the little headings that safe stuff like:

Dororo/Koyuki's House?

Yeah, I totally forgot about adding that in in chapter 6. Do not fear, they will be back. Not only are they easy on the eyes, they give me an excuse to not put setting descriptions! :D

On another note, today's chapter will be on a topic that some of us might have forgotten. Actually, I forgot about it too, until I logged on and saw the name of my fic: "Apocalypse Now". Oh yeah, the apocalypse.

Chapter 7: Oh Yeah, The Apocalypse

The Stone Room

The knife flew forward, slicing the air in a desperate attempt to strike home. Giroro closed his eyes. If it hadn't hit…there might be no escape. The sound of metal striking metal filled the room. Opening, the Corporal stared with triumph as the sword blade split just as Dimentos had ripped it out of the ground. The momentum caused the severed blade to spin up high in the air, before stopping: point down.

Time seemed to stop in the room, Giroro, with his eyes wide, and mouth opening to shout a great battle cry. Dimentos, his face looking skyward, an expression of pure horror gracing his thin face.

The blade screamed down, slicing Dimentos in half straight between the eyes. It wouldn't kill him, of course, he would just reform, but he wasn't immune to the pain. Oh the pain. The pain of dying, without the blessed darkness. With a look of pure venom from the two sides of his shattered face, the shape-shifter returned to a blob of purple goop and trickled down a crack in the floor.

Was it over? Giroro wiped the sweat off his brow. Suddenly, he noticed that his knees were shaking. Sitting down, he pulled out a communicator and called up Kururu. "Take me out of here."

"Kuuu ku ku kuuu… Why must you bother me now? You're so annoying, you know that, sempai?" then there was static. Giroro ground his teeth and waited. Ten seconds later, the wall of the room opened up to reveal a bar and pool table dimly lit by four incandescent bulbs with a stairwell leading up to the main floor.

Giroro shook his head. "If Natsumi knew how much crap is under her house…"

Kururu's Labs

Nothing Kururu was doing seemed to work. Every time he initiated a command, it was somehow blocked. Glaring at his terminal, a bead of sweat graced his forehead. Suddenly, a blip was picked up on his server scanner. Perhaps it wasn't the strange weather but a fellow hacker who was cutting his connections. Punching in a few orders, and placing a few bugs in the enemy's firewall, the Sergeant Major leaned back and waited for his viruses to take effect.

Suddenly, from the communications screen came the faint sound of laughter: Pu pu pu puu…

Kururu snapped forward to attention. That couldn't be him. How could he have hidden for so long with that lame technology of his? But still, that laugh… an image of Tororo appeared on the screen.

"Puu pu pu pu… man, I am so COOL! Once again, the Keroro Platoon is defeated by me, the great Tororo!" Kururu clenched his fist, barking out orders to his computer and setting up digital defenses miles of coding long. That brat wasn't getting through without a fight.

Upstairs

Completely oblivious to Kururu's plight, Giroro was receiving a hero's welcome at the top of the stairs. Tamama and Fuyuki both expressed feelings of awe, while Dororo nodded wisely: "A battle for the ages." Keroro nodded: "Just like back on Keron!" It was Natsumi, however, who surprised him the most.

"Well, it's Giroro, right? Whatcha getting all worked up about? Doesn't he do cool stuff like this all the time?" Giroro blushed. SHE thought HE was COOL! Based on what he had learned from Keroro as well as his research of Pekopon pop culture, COOL=LOVE! Well, eventually anyway.

Suddenly, the apocalypse picked up, and a fierce super-heated wind drove madly across the land. Keroro jumped back in fright, but Giroro, eager to show some more cool, put his hand on his superior's shoulder. "Kururu's defenses are fool proof. No matter how bad the weather gets, we have nothing to fear."

The lights in the house flickered, and the group was momentarily bathed in the eerie orange light coming from the sun. Then, the transparent sliding doors started to shake violently; a small hairline fracture appeared in the glass. Keroro backed up, "B-but I replaced the windows with special Keronian reinforced glass! It shouldn't be cracking under ANY condition!"

Natsumi reached down and grabbed the startled Sergeant by the hat: "Who said that YOU could change OUR nice doors to your alien glass?"

"I did." stated Giroro, standing up to his superior. Natsumi stared at Giroro for a second, and with a grunt, dropped the Frog to the floor.

"But it's really good that he did," spoke up Momoka, "Or we wouldn't even be here anymore."

Keroro looked around, "I have such good friends!"

"Pshh…just because I know you can't deal with anything short of a Gundam model on your own."

"BUT DON'T MESS WITH FUYUKI'S HOUSE AGAIN!"

Fuyuki glanced at the Corporal, "You said that Kururu's defenses are fool proof, and while I have no doubt that that's true…" Giroro grabbed a remote and plugged it into a nearby electrical outlet.

"Wait a minute, the power usage in of all running appliances is 81%, that leaves 19% for the weather shields. But the shields take an enormous amount of power: 20%." everyone stared back, confused. "SO, what that means, is that whatever that troll Kururu is doing in his lab is taking up too much power, starving the shields. If this continues, it will fail completely and we'll all die!" The hairline fracture on the door spread a little farther.

Grabbing Keroro by the hat, Natsumi yelled in his ear: "So CALL Kururu and tell him to stop doing whatever he's doing!"

Keroro clicked on his radio communicator. "KURURU! COME IN! WHAT IS YOUR STATUS!" there was a faint crackle on the other side, but otherwise, silence.

The gap in conversation stretched over a minute. Then, all of a sudden, a muffled voice came over the airwaves: "Ga-Garuru Platoon." then all was quiet.

Next Chapter will contain some fun rated T material!