Hello, Nella is back with another little installment. I have a reply to a review i received from a guest on chapter 13.

REPLY: Yes i'm an adult but i only just turned 18 this past winter. I am married and since i just graduated highschool and took the summer off i had enough free time to do some writing. My husband accepts that i have interests in other things and allows me some time to indulge in them. (i am way too lucky heehee) Also, i am a woman lolz. REPLY ENDS.

Sadly though i have to join the world and get a job so that has been reducing my time to fangirl and write dramatically. This results in less updates and yada yada. Along that note this story is almost to it's close. i plan to end it in about a chapter or two so that maybe i can focus on my other story and the one-shots i have planned. Although i may write other small bits in addition using Kururu's potion. I dont think i used it to it's full potential.

Anyway, enjoy!

Natsumi's face was drained of pigment as she quickly shoved the note into a small pocket in her pants.

"What's wrong?" Giroro looked to his love after having already taken a few bites. He was worried but not by much, she looked more embarrassed than troubled. As he slipped another bite into his mouth, Natsumi answered.

"I think… that my mother knows…. About what we did…. Like twenty minutes ago?" Giroro froze still holding the fork in his mouth. I'm going to die. Giroro removed the fork and slowly tasted the morsel left inside. And this is my last meal. Giroro and Natsumi slowly chewed and swallowed each bite, both imagining the near and most likely horrible future.

Natsumi saw herself locked in her room for the rest of her life. Giroro shipped off either to another country or another planet, never to be heard or seen from again. The dark sense of being alone for the rest of her life scared her.

Giroro knew more than a thousand ways to kill or severely injure someone. Each situation passed through his head with himself as the victim. He could see a stone on the top of a hill with Natsumi kneeling in front crying her heart out for the one six feet below.

The two continued their delusions until they were finished eating. Giroro took even longer chewing the final bite than the others thinking that he could live longer if he prolonged his final meal. Natsumi quietly placed the dishes into the sink and looked at Giroro. What if she really does forbid us from seeing each other again, and this is the last time I can be with him? Natsumi sighed.

"Giroro?" The red frog turned to his sweet princess. "Can you sleep with me… tonight?"

If mama does something drastic like keep us apart, then I want to spend our last night together. Giroro knew exactly what she was thinking and felt the same way. He nodded his head and the two silently crept up to the girl's room. They slipped under the soft pink covers and faced each other. The warmth from the demon frog spread and calmed Natsumi. She felt better and even stronger with him there.

"Giroro, you'll always be there right? No matter what, you'll always find me?" Natsumi curled closer to her frog and closed her eyes as she nuzzled his side. Giroro blushed to her gesture.

"O-of course, Natsumi." He placed a kiss on her forehead and brushed the hair on the back of head. "I would do anything to be with you."

Natsumi blushed and placed her cheek upon his stomach, almost using him like a pillow, as Giroro continued to stroke her hair. Soon she fell silently to sleep leaving Giroro to his thoughts, listening to her soft coos and quiet breaths.

Giroro smiled at the scene and tried his best not to chuckle so he did not wake her. He had forgotten his fear of the teenage girl's mother as his mind drifted to fantasies of watching her sleep peacefully every night and talking with her every day. Baking sweet potatoes every evening and watching the sky every dawn.

He watched the pekoponian girl sleep under the moonlight for a little longer before letting himself fall unconscious.

THE NEXT MORNING:

Slowly opening his eyes, Giroro adjusted to the nearly blinding white sunlight. He blocked the beam with one hand as he sat up. As soon as he recognized the area around him, he scanned for the owner of the girly terrain.

"Natsumi?" Giroro became worried when the young woman wasn't within his sight and even more when she didn't reply.

Quickly, he hoped out from under the warm comforters and made his way downstairs. Soon he could hear what he assumed to be the TV, but it didn't sound of attack effects and horrible catch lines so Giroro made the safe bet that it wasn't Keroro and continued to walk to the living room. Upon entering, he saw the fluff of pink hair and sighed in relief. The red frog made his way in front of the couch and addressed the pekoponian.

"Good morning Natsumi."

"Oh, hey Giroro." The girl giggled. "I'm assuming you slept well."

"Huh? What's so funny?" Giroro looked up and watched as her hand reached out and placed itself gently on the top of his head. After a quick petting sensation and more giggling Natsumi responded.

"Your hat was crooked." Giroro blushed. The girl in front of him stood up and straightened the wrinkles in her shirt. "Would you like something to eat?"

" UH- Sure…. If you don't mind that is." She wants to cook for me?

"Of course I don't. Anything in particular you would like?" Natsumi smiled at him before turning to enter the kitchen.

"N-no, anything you decide to make is fine…. I'm not picky." As Giroro watched her leave frozen in place with blushies, he couldn't help but watch her skirt bounce with her and raise slightly. Revealing a white pair of underwear that shaped her as nicely as the last pair Giroro was lucky enough to see. He quickly shook his head before the other side of him woke up. When the frog did I become so perverted!? He gathered up his manly/guardian persona. She is still innocent even though she offered herself to me! I cannot take advantage of her!

"Kukukuuu" Giroro froze at the terrifying cackle emitting from a speaker hidden nicely in the corner of the ceiling. "I can see that you two are getting along really nicely. Kuku, I don't suppose you used your special password as a code for 'I'm in the mood' have you? KUKUKUUU!"

"W-WHA-!" Giroro was flustered and burning a boiling lava red from anger and embarrassment at the frog's insinuation. After stumbling and taking a deep breath he was able to speak properly again. "First of all, that is entirely inappropriate! Second, a warrior is not a lover and I don't have time to be romantic let alone use such a combination of words." Giroro ended on that note with his arms folded and his eyes focused on the speaker with a stern force. (Oh look, he's trying to act tough again.)

"But Giroro, you didn't seem so loveless and unromantic last night." A voice purred from behind the fuming amphibian, luckily too quiet for the speakers to pick up, as a warm finger traced its way up and down his spine. Giroro shuddered at the tingling and blushed knowing who it was.

"N-Natsumi…." Giroro sighed as he spoke her name and turned slightly to see her. The girl giggled behind her wide smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were ticklish." Giroro turned away from the pekoponian beaming neon pink.

"It wasn't really ticklish as it was –uhh…" His voice got quieter with each word. Feeling a surge of slight tension inside, he found the right word. "Arousing."