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Readers, bask in this chapter because it's probably the most amount of Kerotama I'll be able to have, due to lack of relevance in the plot. I'll try to continue a bit of it, but this is probably the most you'll get besides Tamama's jealousy.
Fuyuki sat by a distressed looking Momoka. She had been pouring out her troubles about Tamama and what to do. She felt a bit weird that he would have such ideas about harming someone.
"Do you think it's because of the sergeant major's virus?" Fuyuki asked. Momoka nodded.
"I bet it is. I hope you don't get harmed or anything because of his stupid invention." Momoka growled at the idea of Fuyuki being hurt.
"Don't worry. I didn't breathe any of it in thanks to you." He smiled, "But how are you doing, Nishizawa-san. I mean you were protecting me so you must of breathed a lot in?" He asked. Momoka bit her lip.
"I've occasionally felt this odd presence looming over me and the feeling of losing control, but I've felt that long before the virus." She admitted. Fuyuki nervously laughed, knowing immediately what she was talking about which was her 'other Momoka'
"I think you're fine, Nishizawa-san." He pat her back and Momoka jumped in joy from the contact of his hand and her back. She would cherish the memory forever. At the moment of bliss, Tamama walked in ruining it.
"Momocchi! I need help! My plan was ruined!" Tamama yelled, jumping on Momoka and ruining her little moment with Fuyuki.
"Get off me! You ruined my moment!" Momoka yelled, her hair becoming pointier. She threw Tamama off her lap. Tamama looked angry at her.
"After I kill that woman you won't speak to me like that anymore!" Tamama growled, staring at Momoka. She glared back.
"Hey, Private!" Keroro walked into the room waving, "I wanted to ask you something….." Keroro trailed off and took a deep breath. He turned a bit pink. Tamama immediately made a wild prediction.
"If you could marry that woman!?" Tamama asked growling, Keroro was about to speak, but Tamama cut him off. "Well, sadly she's not dead yet because the sergeant major saved her at the last minute. But I'll change that! You'll be with me then right?" Keroro closed his mouth a bit confused. Keroro instead of doing the right thing like correcting Tamama to diffuse his anger or saying yes asked the one question that was on everyone's minds but probably wouldn't help Tamama's anger.
"Kululu…Saved someone!?" Keroro asked shocked, just standing there dumbstruck. Tamama burst into sobs seeing that his sergeant hadn't given him an answer and stuff not related to Tamama was on his brain. He aggressively bumped Keroro's shoulder on his way out of the house. Keroro after a moment of standing there trying to process Kululu helping someone finally registered the more important detail, like how the private had left, was in tears, and was probably dangerous and homicidal. "Ugh…He didn't let me ask my question…"
"What were you going to ask, serge?" Fuyuki asked curious, as he too came out of his, 'Kululu helped someone' shocked state. Keroro turned pink again. He had actually wanted to ask Tamama on a sort of date like thing to get away from all the stress of this virus going around, but Tamama had run off before he could ask.
"If he wanted to hang out." Keroro replied. It was best to tell Fuyuki the half-truth. Fuyuki didn't need his mind confusion of his sexuality on top of all this virus junk. Fuyuki nodded.
"Too bad the private left before he could hear that." Fuyuki looked down sadly, knowing Tamama would have been happy with the question.
"I know…" Momoka answered. Deep down inside she was worried. She had seen Tamama's grim expression. Would Kululu be able to make a cure fast enough to cure Tamama?
She hoped so. She already felt his anger welling up.
Giroro polished his guns to keep his mind off what he had done. Natsumi would be horrified if she found out. What was he going to do?
At that moment Natsumi came into his tent.
"Giroro…You know when we were talking about that virus?" She asked. He tried to take the expression of guilt off his face. He didn't want Natsumi to suspect anything.
"Yeah?" He asked nervously.
"Well….A day ago I tried to talk to you about something…You weren't in your tent so I waited until now…" Natsumi admitted.
I was probably off murdering your friends…Giroro thought guiltily to yourself. Natsumi snapped him out of his trance when she started speaking again.
"I, um…had a weird thought, that I didn't want to progress into anything more. I've never thought that thing before so I know it's unusual…" Giroro waited for Natsumi to tell him what she had thought. "I…Um….Thought about killing Saburo-senpai…I don't want to, but….Do you think I was infected by Kululu's virus?" Giroro thought back to when he had first started getting the idea to challenge Satsuki and Yayoi and how they needed to protect Natsumi. He didn't want to lie to his love.
"Yes." He answered. Natsumi's facial expression told it all. Inside her mind, she was panicking. Giroro placed a hand on Natsumi's cheek to comfort her. She seemed to relax a bit. Giroro's sense of guilt immediately vanished with only the thoughts about how great it was to touch Natsumi. He finally snapped out of his trance to try to comfort her with words. "Don't worry though, Kululu's making an antidote."
Pururu read the next page of Keroro's notebook to clue her platoon into what was happening.
"The private has been acting more and more violent and distant, he's begun to have mood swings. Natsumi-dono seems to be having a lot of stress and Giroro seems distant and as if consumed by guilt. I haven't seen Mois-dono in a while and Dororo says that Koyuki has been frightened of what she might do with this virus in her system. Momoka and Fuyuki-dono seem find. I feel the stress of trying to look after my platoon build up. The weirdest thing is though…I think the virus has made Kululu nice! At least that's what I've heard from the private." Keroro's log ended.
Garuru was solemn, he felt a sense of doom that his brother might have been infected. Taruru was trying not to cry. The only one who was laughing was Tororo.
"Kululu? NICE? I wish I could have seen that, pu, pu, pu!" Tororo laughed. Zoruru placed a hand over his face. Now was not the time to be laughing at his rival.
Pururu saw something scribbled at the bottom of the page. She knew deep inside that due to Keroro's tiny, hurried writing that it must have been important. She magnified the words and read them out loud for all to hear.
"….I think I'm gay for the private." She read. An awkward silence filled the room had Keroro's personal thoughts.
They decided to not comment and try not to think about what they had just heard.
The laziness if finally catching up to me and the weirdness of updating every day.
How many of you think I'll be a nice author and will let Kululu make an antidote?
How many of you know I love to torture the characters I love?
How many of you hated the awkward amount of odd humor in this chapter and how I forget what's happening during a sentence that I write?
How many of you hate Kerotama and how it was in this randomly?
Well, tell me in your reviews.
Comments and predictions are welcome.
Or else Kululu might actually turn nice and you don't want that. Nobody does.