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Kululu licked his bruises carefully, trying to heal them or stop various bleeding. He was filled with rage when he had heard in the distance the sound of Tamama fleeing.

He had failed. Tamama wasn't dead.

And two of my rivals for the water tower aren't gone. Not only that, but his body was weak from being beaten up.

He was used to being beaten by his former comrades, but the aspect that he failed still hurt.

If he had any of the powers that the others had gained, maybe he would have been able to take Tamama down on his own.

But he hadn't gained anything. The only reason he wasn't completely deaf was because of his headphones, and he now had to rely on his hearing completely.

My goal of killing Tamama failed... Again. Like it always does. He had tried to dupe Natsumi, but his plan had failed. And no doubt she'd be on the look-out for him to have her revenge now.

Overall, it had been a very bad day.

He heard someone approach as he bandaged his wounds before he started bleeding all over the ground. He couldn't move, his body was too weak from blood loss.

"Pitiful," he heard a deep voice sneer. Kululu frowned.

Giroro, he thought to himself. He didn't focus on destroying Giroro as much as he did Tamama, but his former comrade was still his enemy, focused on invading the planet and taking all the water for himself. The two barely ever got along.

He could hear Giroro's gun click. Did he plan to shoot and kill him now that he couldn't get up?

"I can't kill you," Giroro decided. "You're so weak and pathetic. Not even a threat." He laughed. He constantly belittled Kululu, talking down to him.

He had been one of the Keronians who had gained a heightened sense.

"You wouldn't be able to shoot me, anyway. You can't aim worth crap," Kululu spat. "Ku, ku, ku."

"Don't make me change my mind," Giroro hissed. "And I can aim. It just... takes a bit of work... and echolocation."

Ku. Stupid extra powers and echolocation, Kululu thought. Giroro had lost things just like Kululu had, mainly his sight from what Kululu knew, but he had gained things, too. A heightened sense of hearing, for one. Giroro's hearing was superb. H could probably hear this entire city if he focused well enough on it.

Kululu had tried to get his headphones to give him the level of Giroro's hearing, but he still couldn't compete with Giroro's mutations.

"If you killed me now, there would be one less person to compete with you over the invasion," Kululu reminded him.

"Hm." Giroro thought for a moment. "You weren't much competition, anyway. You've just been kind of that pathetic weakling who tries a little too hard."

Kululu made an annoyed grunt. "So your goal is to still invade this entire planet? Enslave any Pekoponians you might meet?" He had thought that Giroro hadn't met any Pekoponians in person since his mutation, but the way Natsumi spoke about him made him suspect they were allies.

"Of course. That should be any good invader's goal. I'll invade this planet, even if it's mostly dead," said Giroro. "Is that not your goal, too?"

"Of course it's my goal," Kululu agreed. "Ku, but I also think about more important things, like destroying Tamama."

"Still going for that, huh?" Giroro chuckled a bit. "It won't do any good. You probably failed again at your latest attempt, huh?"

Kululu frowned. "Doesn't matter. I'll try again when I'm stronger," he insisted. "Thought I could use a Pekoponian as bait. It almost worked, but apparently her friend came in and saved her."

Giroro perked up. "P-Pekoponian?" He hadn't seen a single Pekoponian out since he had mutated. And he didn't remember anything, except his platoon and the invasion. "I thought the only ones that had survived were the ones in that giant fortress," he murmured.

"You were wrong, it seems. There's another collection of them," Kululu informed.

Giroro rubbed his chin. He needed to fight them. To assert his dominance over them. "I'll listen for them. I'll track them down," he vowed.

"Ku. I bet it feels great being able to actually have special mutation powers," Kululu uttered jealously.

Giroro grinned. "You bet. Being the sense of hearing... Well, it benefits me greatly." He asked him, "Jealous?"

"I might not have gained a super sense like you, Dororo, Keroro, and Tamama, but I'm still a genius," said Kululu. "Too bad you didn't get a heightened sense of intellect."

"A super genius that can't make anything because he can't see anything," Giroro snickered. "You're useless. I'm surprised you've survived this long, honestly."

Kululu growled, but he heard a minor cracking noise as he tried to get up. His glasses had broken in the fight - the glass was probably stabbing him, and he couldn't feel it.

"Darn it, now my glasses broke, too," he spoke to himself. He didn't have any spares. Not like they helped him, anyway. He was as blind without them as he was with them on. He tossed them off of him, clearing the glass from his face.

"You don't have a spare do you? Wow. Things are really looking up for you," Giroro mocked. "Your precious glasses broke - " He wasn't answered by Kululu's anger, because Kululu was completely silent. "Kululu? You're still alive. I can hear your heartbeat."

Kululu just stood in awe as he stared at his hand. "I... I can see," he realized.

"WHAT." Giroro jumped back a little. The reason he liked to tease and mock Kululu so much and keep him alive was that it made him feel better, like it was revenge or something. He figured that, in their past, Kululu had mocked him. But now he was the stronger one.

However, if Kululu could see, his one disadvantage of not being able to make glorious super-weapons was pretty much gone. And since he had made a device to hear for himself, he would be able to see andhear, which was more than a lot of the Keronians had.

None of the rest of them could see very well at all.

"I CAN SEE! It was the stupid glasses that was making everything blurry! I... I had just assumed for so long that I didn't gain a sense but... I can see everything! Across the city, colors that Keronians aren't even supposed to process... I can even blink and see your organs. I have all sorts of different eyelids... Ku, ku, ku, ku. This is glorious." Kululu began laughing up a storm as he looked at Giroro, just glaring at him.

Giroro took another step back. He hated that laugh. Now it was even louder ever since Giroro became the sense of hearing.

"Ku, ku, ku, ku... Man, you are ugly," Kululu mocked. He had nine months of teasing to make up for.

He could finally see how Giroro had been mutated, and ugly was an understatement. He was as mutated of a monster as the rest of them.

His eyes were completely gone. They were just empty sockets, and they looked horrifying. There were slits on the back of his knees, to hear even more sounds, and his skin wasn't a deep red, it was much paler.

His skin didn't look smooth - it looked rough and course, and the only thing that looked even somewhat not vomit-inducing were his extra ears, long and brown brown like his hat, like fluffy rabbit ears.

"The adorableness of those ears are just the icing on the cake of disgust," Kululu mocked. Giroro pulled up his gun, ready to shoot now that Kululu was a threat.

Kululu just grinned. He easily knocked the gun out of Giroro's hand the moment he started bringing it up.

He could see. And he loved it.

"You going to fight me?" Kululu asked, "Let's see what's stronger, then... Hearing? Or sight? Oh wait, it'll be me, since I have both! Ku, ku, ku!" he laughed.

Giroro bit his lip. He tried to focus on the sound of Kululu's movement, but Kululu's loud confident laughter made his ears burn.

"I'll beat you," Giroro growled. "And then I'll beat out of you the location of the Pekoponian you encountered so I can beat them too and take this planet as my own."

"Ku, ku, ku. Good luck with that," Kululu mocked. Giroro moved forward toward Kululu, and Kululu happily dodged him, twirling his hand around his headphones for a setting that caused electrical shocks. He sent a wave of electricity at Giroro, but Giroro was able to pull through it, in pain but feeling very little of it.

They faced each other, ready to kill, but as both of their hands launched forward for the other's neck, Dororo popped up from the ground to stop them.

He put his claw-like hands between them to stop their fighting. "You can't go to the Pekoponians," he warned. "Stop this fighting and listen to me."

"Oh if it isn't Mr. Hippie," Kululu groaned. Dororo competed for the planet and for water by far the least, since he had found some sort of underground well, but he was still an annoyance that popped up now and then.

"Get out of the way, Dororo. I'll end you too if you continue blocking me," Giroro told him.

"I can't let you," Dororo told him. "I don't want either of you getting close to the Pekoponians."

"Why? There's no need to protect them, they're the enemy!" said Giroro.

"No. No they aren't." Dororo shook his head. "And although the atmosphere is safe now to them, we aren't. We're filled with radiation. If we keep too close to them, we might kill or mutate them too. So I request... No, I order you to keep the Pekoponians out of your little war. Don't interact with them. Don't touch them. Leave them alone." There was a touch of sadness in his voice. He missed the Pekoponians too, but he knew he wasn't exempt from this rule.

"I don't care," said Kululu. Giroro pushed Dororo out of the way.

"Me neither," he agreed.

"If you get close to them... If you hurt them... I'll... I'll have to kill you myself. So please... Please don't interact with them," Dororo begged. He didn't want to kill his old friends.

Giroro and Kululu glanced at him. Dororo couldn't hear very well at all, and he couldn't see, but he had adapted the best to having a single sense. A ninja only needed one, after all, and being the sense of smell, he tried to focus on smelling people's certain scent and tracking them. Their aura. If he got close enough underground, he could use what limited hearing he did have to hear their discussions and gain information, the most powerful thing.

He had kept up with all the fighting on the surface as he lived underground, the safest place for someone who could neither hear well nor see.

"You're ugly, too," Kululu said finally, not really caring about the Pekoponians or Dororo. He had a major confidence boost and he wasn't about to let it end. He had never been able to see well, and now that he could, he felt like he could do anything.

Dororo was paler than he usually was. Pale like moonlight, and his eyes were constantly narrowed, being unable to take the intense light. His snout had pointed a little more, like a wolf's, drawing attention to his intense nose. He no longer had hands and instead had more claw-like blades as arms. His legs were just like sharp pointed blades that he walked on, and he constantly crouched on all fours.

Kululu turned his attention to Giroro. He was ready to attack again.

"You do care," Dororo quietly told them. "Those Pekoponians are your friends. You just don't remember."

"You don't either," Giroro pointed out. They all knew all their minds had mutated to the point of forgetting important details about their lives. They remembered the most after their mutations. Giroro and Kululu were a bit curious about their previous lives, saddened about forgetting, but Tamama and Keroro cared nothing for their memories. Only each other were in their heads.

Giroro was slightly jealous. At least they remembered each other. He only knew that he had an old platoon and who they were, but he didn't remember who was his friend and who was his foe. All of them were his foes now.

"I remember everything," Dororo admitted quietly. "I... I never lost any memories in the mutation. I know all about me, all about us, and all about our friends."

Giroro and Kululu snapped toward him, stopping their fighting at that confession. Now their interest was piqued.

"Tell me about me," they both said at the same time. They were both curious about who they were and what they were like.

Dororo frowned sadly. He let them come closer and closer to him as he backed away and they tried to double-team him, coming from either side.

"Ninja arte, explosion," he finally said, having planted a paper between them. The ground exploded, throwing them in opposite directions and forming a bigger rift between them so they wouldn't fight.

"No. I won't tell you. Not unless you promise to stay away from the Pekoponians," he said.

He then burrowed into the ground away from them, letting his promise linger in the air. He hoped they were curious enough about themselves.

He really hoped.

All right, I'm going to list who's each sense just for reference.

Tamama- Taste

Giroro-Hearing

Keroro- Touch

Dororo- Smell

Kululu- Sight.

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