Tororo sat in the Hinata living room in silence, staring at the table in front of him as he slowly munched on some of the snacks he had brought up with him. He felt violated. After he had finished dealing with his "problem" that Kururu had so rudely left him with, he took a shower. A very long shower that involved half of the Hinata's supply of cleaning soaps and body washes, and hard and somewhat painful scrubbing. Even though Tororo realized that he was probably the cleanest person in a five mile radius, he still felt disgusting. Images of what he had done with Kururu where burned in to his mind and appeared every time he closed his eye's for even a moment.

Shifting his position he winced. He was horribly sore in several places and it was bothering him to no end. One of the places was his ass, for obvious reasons. He would never be able to bring himself to have Pururu do something about it so he knew he was going to be sore there for a while. The other spot that was irritatingly painful was his side where he had been bitten. Last he looked it had still been bleeding so he had (poorly) wrapped himself in some gauze he had found in a first aid kit to keep blood from leaking down his side and onto the couch or where he may have been sitting. He would have Pururu look at It when she got back.

"If she ever gets back" Tororo mumbled to himself before shaking his head. No. Pururu was on ground duty with them, if the planet survives and we are not all killed tonight then she would return.

Tororo briefly debated going to see her seeing as she was on the roof right above his head, but he decided against it.

Instead he sat there, staring at the wall that was on the other side of the room from him, thinking about as little as possible and constantly dreading the idea that Kururu could walk in at any moment, and fearing even more what he could have to say to Tororo. Tororo just sat there, for about three hours, just trying to sort out his thoughts and make sense of what was going on around him.

Why. It was a major question in not only his, but everyone's around him that he knew. Everyone in the world.

"GET ME SOME HELP!" Came a loud yell that could only belong to Corporal Giroro. Tororo was startled from his thoughts as he looked out the window to see many figures with wing-packs on landing in the back yard. It had grown dark and stars where beginning to shine, to the point where Tororo could not tell who all had returned.

"MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! PURURU I NEED YOUR HELP STAT!" Giororo commanded again and the back door burst open and almost everybody who had been sent out entered the living room, making Tororo jump slightly at the sudden intrusion. If anybody had been killed while they where fighting, they had been some of Momoka's workers because nobody Tororo recognized was missing... except for...

"Garuru! What happened?" Pururu cried jumping down from the roof and rushing in to the living room, pushing people aside as she went and ordering for some room. She instructed Tamama to run and fetch her bag from her room as Giroro explained.

"Sneak attack, we never saw it coming. Garuru got lucky as the shooter missed his aim, witch was I'm guessing his stomach but Garuru took a direct his to his leg." Giroro looked worried.

Tororo glanced over at Garuru, who was breathing hard and still seemed to be conscious. He briefly wondered witch of them was going to be more sore before decided that I would probably be best not to compare.

"oh no..." Pururu mumbled to herself before pulling out the tools she would need. Tororo wasn't in to health and first aid at all, but he was informed in the very basics that they taught all recruits. "Garuru this is going to hurt, please try not to move to much." Pururu mumbled in apology to Garuru before mouthing the words 'Restrain him' To anybody who would listen.

This happened to be most of the Keroro platoon. Garuru was immediately panicked by the men holding him down but Pururu uttered words that calmed him as Pururu began to look at the wound and try to see if she could locate the bullet.

"There's to much blood... there shouldn't be this much blood... something must have been hit inside but I cant tell. I cant see the bullet but there is no exit wound so it must still be in his leg. Mois!" Pururu looked up from Garuru's leg.

"Yes mam?" Mois called in salute

"Take Garuru to the medical bay I will need to take a closer look at him." Pururu looked somewhat paler then she had earlier. "And Garuru...you will not be able to fight in the battle tomorrow. I am sorry."

"wait!" Garuru called as Mois began to wheel him off. "Giroro...come here..."

Giroro followed his older brothers orders and stood beside him, looking entirely shocked when Garuru handed him his all to famous Sniper rifle.

"G-Garuru! " Giroro stammered, staring at the large gun in his hands.

"Giroro promise me something. Promise me that you will keep fighting for this planet until the end. That you wont give up no matter what." Garuru stared at Giroro with deadly intensity.

"Garuru what are you saying?" Giroro yelled at his older brother, the others around him renaming silent as the scene unfold before them.

"I'm saying in case Giroro. Promise me you wont give up, fight for what you love...and what we all love..."

A moment of silence passed and Giroro nodded "I don't like you talking like that brother... but I promise...i will fight."

Garuru nodded and Mois wheeled him off to the base for medical care. His leg had begun to bleed more and was going to need treatment. Pururu went about her work on bandaging up the rest of the group and telling them praise of a job well done. All of them accepted it heartily and went about there ways of resting and eating. Then Pururu got to Tororo and motioned to him in an almost shocked yet annoyed way.

"YOU WHERENT EVEN IN THE BATTLE! How in the world did you manege to get hurt! Let me see..." Pururu scolded before having Tororo lift his arms to unwrap the gauze from around his torso. She winced at the bite wound and went about disinfecting it.

"Well you know...you put me and the old man in a room together..." Tororo realized his voice was shaking pretty bad and he tried his best to fix it. If Pururu noticed it went uncomented on.

"Did he seriously bite you though? And your lens! Its cracked! We will have to fix that to. Is anything ells hurt?" Pururu asked as she placed a large band-aid like pad on Tororo's side.

Tororo thought about the different locations that hurt (his ass in particular) and his face lit up, he manege to hide it though and play it cool.

"M-my right shoulder hurts pretty bad..." Tororo mumbled and Pururu moved Tororo's right arm up and down, then forward and back and making him wince.

"Seems like you dislocated it, but its dislocated in a weird way, as if someone caught you while you where falling by your arm." Pururu said rummaging around in her bag before pulling out a rubber rod and handing it to Tororo. "Put that in your mouth, not on the side where your teeth where removed though."

Tororo did as he was told before mumbling around the rubber rod "Uhh.. Wat dis ooo?" Tororo asked before Pururu pressed down on his shoulder with surprising strength and a searing pain shot through Tororo causing him to cry out and bite down incredibly hard on the rod. Tears welled in his eye's and he heard a loud pop emit from his shoulder. Once Pururu had released him he fell off the couch and on to the floor in front of him, the world seeming slightly darker then before.

"O-ow...."

"Now where is Kururu? I'm sure hes hurt as well, is he not?" Pururu growled as she got off her knees and wiped blood off of her hand and on to a towel.

"Ah! Tororo," Keroro chirped just a little to happily for Tororo's pain induced semi-consciousness. "Speaking of Kururu I need to ask him how he is progressing along!"

Tororo scoffed "I don't know where the old man is but I can tell you the same exact thing he would. We got our asses kicked and almost all of pekopen, including this base, has been taken over in a very short amount if time. Are laptops are completely frozen as they are now." Tororo picked himself up off the floor, groaning and still sore in several places.

"It seems as though you wont be of much use here anymore then. I will see what Garuru says about this setback.." Giroro folded his arms across his chest and headed for the base.

"HEY! Not before I'm done working on his leg your not! Tororo sweetie will you fetch Kururu for me, I would like to bandage any injuries he may have obtained during your little scrap you had earlier with him." Pururu smiled at Tororo. He could tell the stress was starting to wear on her. She looked tired.

"Me? Why me?" Tororo winced at the pain in his side and he backed up when Pururu gave him her most meanecing glares.

"Go. Get. Him. NOW."

Tororo didn't wait to be told again.

Tororo had been plotting out what he would do the whole time he was walking to Kururu's lab. He knew that he wanted to talk to Kururu, wanted to ask him questions and hopefully get a straight answer from the yellow devil but chances of that where slim.

Now he stood in front of Kururu's lab. Staring at the open door like an idiot. It was simple. Go in, Tell him Pururu wants him and get out as quickly as he could to avoid confrontation. Then how did he know that it wasn't going to work like that?

"Because it never dose..." Tororo groaned to himself before taking a step forward and heading inside the dark laboratory.

"This is stupid... I don't even know if hes in here..." He whimpered like a beaten puppy when he saw the yellow menace sitting at his main computer. He wasn't working, he want even typing or trying to fix his machine. He was just staring at the screen witch flashed the word DANGER in red every two seconds on to the otherwise black screen. He was doing what Tororo had been doing earlier before the platoons had returned. He was just thinking.

Tororo didn't like that.

"P-Pururu wants you." Tororo Finally chocked out in to the silence. Instead of moving to leave or running from the area like he had planned, he froze in place. He couldn't bring himself to leave without hearing a response from Kururu of some kind. It was driving him mad but his legs would not work.

Kururu didn't move. He didn't turn, he didn't respond, nothing to even tell Tororo that he was even breathing. Tororo briefly considered going to check his pulls but decided that it was just Kururu being Kururu.

"If your not going to say anything ells I'm leaving." Tororo spat out angrily before turning only to be stopped by Kururu's somewhat monotone voice.

"Tororo... What do you think of the color red?"

Tororo blinked at the bizarre question. Well it wasn't that the question itself was bizarre, because it wasn't. It was just the moment it was asked at.

"What the hell dose that have to do with anything old man?" Tororo asked but turned to see that Kururu had an expression that told him that he was completely serious. It almost made Tororo wonder what Kururu had been thinking about. Evidently the color red.

Tororo sighed. "Red? Uhm... It tends to coincide with anger or hatred... scientificly it tends to be sign of danger...why do you ask?" Tororo asked with an annoyed look and an itch to leave the room.

"...Curiosity..." Kururu mumbled and another somewhat awkward silence passed between them before Kururu spoke again.

"What...do you think of me?"

Tororo rubbed the back of his neck and took a step back. He felt an awkward aura around the room and it was making him sweat. He had been expecting a somewhat similar question from Kururu at some point but it was asked in a strange way that made him think he would answer it wrong if possible.

"... We are enemies... I hold a ...uh... Dislike for you... That's the way it is supposed to be. Enemies hate each other." Tororo said with a nervous nod. To his surprise Kururu gave a lopsided grin and he couldn't tell if Kururu was still out of it like he was earlier or not. It scared hi a bit.

"Tororo...What do you REALLY think of me?" Kururu pushed a bit, entwining his own fingers and setting his chin on the top of his hands.

Tororo felt himself blush and he didn't even bother trying to hide it.

"W-whats that supposed to mean? I-I I hate you. You know that. You are a creepy old pervert who isn't afraid to use others! Your just a stupid asshole! Why would I feel anything but hatred for you!" Tororo insulted, stuttering a bit before he glared prepared himself for any attacks Kururu may have been planning. None came however.

Kururu simply turned his chair away from Tororo to go back to what he had been doing before.

"Don t worry, I know squirt. The feeling is mutual."

OK

Uhmmmm,...

OH YEAH

OK I'm debating on if I should have Garuru be OK or have something a bit...tragic...happen to him.

SOOOO

I'm having a weird little voting thing for my viewers (my what...three of them?)

IF you want Garuru to be OK with minimal damage then tell me in a comment.

If you want more tragic things to happen...tell me that in a comment.

I'm bored have you noticed?