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Mirara, Lemomo, Kululu, and Sutoto all sat awaiting the news about how Bobobo was doing.
Kululu didn't care as much as everyone else.
"What I really wonder was how the track lit on fire." Kululu put in his thoughts.
"You didn't see anything?" Mirara asked
Kululu shook his head,
"We had previously tripped on something and I was paying attention to winning." Kululu responded. He was a bit worried by his team though. That if they lost they would get rid of him first.
He had to win. He just had to.
He sat with the rest of them awaiting news of his former comrade. Perhaps he had to rethink his strategy. Perhaps he had to make the dreaded friendship with his team.
The door opened of the waiting room they were in. Hostustu had given them permission to visit Fredodo in the hospital.
Fredodo came out with a sad look on his face.
"Bobobo's….Passed away…" Fredodo told them, his face was wet from tears. "The fire he was in killed him." Scars now covered half his body from running into the fire to look for his friend.
"I'm sorry." Mirara told him.
"God frog it! How could this have happened? Hostustu told me that nobody knew how the fire was lit…The cameras were turned away and nothing was shown on how the fire started…This wasn't supposed to happen." Fredodo sat down still crying.
"Keron is at fault for this. Keron made this show and now someone has died because of it." Mirara told him. He took out a card from nowhere, "Here. This is a support group for people who have lost someone due to Keron's stupid decisions. I for one lost my entire family in a previous war where they were drafted. I think it was the war with Irken?" Mirara recalled, "I go there sometimes.
"This doesn't say support group this says…" Fredodo was about to continue when Mirara covered his mouth.
"I trust you to avenge your friend. To do that you must tell no one." He answered, "I'll see you there when this show ends."
"A-all right." Fredodo answered, "I'll work on avenging Bobobo."
"Have fun in the support group." Mirara told him.
"I will…For Bobobo." Fredodo vowed
"Your time is up. You need to get back to your hotel." A secretary told them. Mirara nodded.
"So…What was it? It obviously wasn't a support group." Kululu asked Mirara on the way back.
"It's just a good therapist on how to overcome lose." Mirara lied. Kululu decided not to be to nosy, it might make an enemy of Mirara.
"We'll find who did it." Lemomo told Mirara, "It had to be someone."
"I'd look at team three for answers. They seem like jerks, and like they would do that sort of thing." Kululu suggested
"It could have been them…I don't trust them honestly. I'll try to look into it. Honestly, one of their members is my roommate. I'll try to get information from them tomorrow after this challenge." Mirara answered
"Which one is your roommate?" Sutoto asked
"Nikiki." Mirara responded, "The weird creepy one."
"You're lucky you have a roommate who's not a war veteran who lost his leg, arm, and eye in a war. My roommate's a weirdo." Lemomo laughed
"My roommate's Kululu." Sutoto answered. Everyone looked at Sutoto feeling sorry. He probably had the worst of it. Especially since Kululu ate curry almost everywhere and the smell of it was weird.
They didn't even know where he had gotten the curry.
When they got back to the hotel the next challenge was ready.
"After the previous events of the last challenge we wanted something that had no risks of fires. A swimming contest!" Hostustu smiled
Kululu was not happy.
Do…I have any inventions that will aid my swimming ability? I could always make the water breathable but that wouldn't help me swim, I'd still flop around like a dead fish….Ku, ku, ku, this is a major issue…
"Are you going to be all right, Kululu? Mirara did say you had problems swimming." Sutoto asked. Sutoto tried to be friendly, "It's all right…I have a sort of issue too, in the water…"
Sutoto looked down embarrassed.
"It's going to be kind of like a race right?" Lemomo asked, "Wow! I wonder who will win. I mean most of us are really good at swimming!"
Kululu scowled
"Oops, sorry." Lemomo laughed
"Make sure team 3 doesn't do anything." Mirara ordered. He seemed to be keeping his eyes on Nikiki and Yumeme.
Majeje seemed to be shuffling a bit, waiting for the whistle to start swimming.
"Ready, set go!" Hostustu declared, "Last place is the loser!"
Kuroro, Kinunu, and Akakaka immediately launched off, barreling ahead faster than the rest.
Mirara seemed to hold back, and watch team 3 instead to see if they did anything bad.
Lemomo barreled forward trying to be fast.
Yumeme, Nikiki, and Majeje were just average with their swimming skills
Sutoto started dissolving in the water, becoming smaller and smaller until he just a bunch of spots.
"Help me!" He bubbled
Kululu just sort of tried flying through the air and flopping to the bottom pathetically.
In the end team 3 won in a landslide with team 4 losing.
Mirara and Lemomo were forced to retrieve all of Sutoto and dry him off.
"I dissolved…" Sutoto was sad
Kululu just glared at his own patheticness.
"No worries." Mirara responded
"He is right. Don't be worried!" Hostustu answered, "Team one lost from being voted off! Due to three people being on the team they'll be forced to fight and the loser will be voted off."
Majeje and Akaka looked at each other.
"I'll get his arm, you get his leg." Akaka suggested to Majeje, the two launched towards Ichichi ganging up on him.
"YAY! I get my own room!" Lemomo smiled, seeing Ichichi on the ground.
"Akaka and Majeje, decide amongst yourselves who will move to team 3 and who will move to team 4."
"I…I'd like to move to team 4…" Majeje shuffled his feet a bit.
"That's fine. I want to be on the strong team." Akaka answered
"Aw…I 'er lost." Ichichi growled, "I thought my war veteran skills could get me through."
Hostustu wagged his finger and shook his head, forcing Ichichi to leave the building.
The teams started going back to their own rooms before Majeje stopped them.
"Hey." Majeje waved, the purple keronian, dipping his pointed hat. "I'd like to tell you…I know who caused Bobobo's accident…I saw…"
They all listened to what Majeje was about to say.
Kululu needs more to do...