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"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

Author Speaking

Chapter 8

No one moved and everything went very quiet.

The humans and the aliens both stood utterly still and simply watched the other, pondering what to do next. Time seemed to move at a snails pace and the air within the room was vibrating with tension.

Silently, Momoka walked forward in a haze, her eyes clouded over. The less than hostile Keronians just watched as she stepped away from Fuyuki and Natsumi and kept walking till she stood little more than a foot away from Tamama. Their eyes met in a half hearted battle of overflowing emotion. Tamama was the first to look away, his unreadable expression faltered and tears welled up in the young keronian's eyes. A single drop rolled down his cheek and in a flourish of movement Momoka threw her arms around him holding him tightly against her, hugging him with all the strength she had left as she too started leaking salty tears. The two cried together in a bittersweet reunion, and everyone just watched at a loss for words until the heartwarming scene was interrupted by a laugh.

"Kuukukukuku… I told you this plan would never work," Kururu's voice sounded smugly over the grainy speakers, "They were boundto find out eventually."

"Yeah, but I thought it would last longer than this," Giroro said with a disheartened sigh.

Dororo walked out of the room and disappeared down a snaking hallway without sparing a glance backwards, he seemed to have a choleric atmosphere about him as he left.

"Giroro…"

The corporal turned as he heard his name said aloud and jumped as he saw the dark aura hanging about his crush.

"Y-yes, Natsumi?" He said his voice wavering.

"When were you planning to tell us you idiotsgot back?" She said threateningly, putting emphasis on the word idiots.

"Umm… Ah… We were just… Uh…" Fuyuki started backing away slowly, he knew how his sister could get when she was like this.

"Or, were you even planning to tell us at all?" Natsumi was seething with rage as she turned to face Giroro.

"I'd better go check on Keroro!" Giroro yelled in desperation as he dashed madly out of the room.

"Wait, Keroro?" Fuyuki asked, his attention catching on his friends name, "Wait for me!" He trotted after Giroro through one of the many passageways, it was probably best to let his sister cool off a bit anyways.

The two teenagers left Natsumi alone with a sobbing Tamama and Momoka, as they headed towards the infirmary. Fuyuki looked up at Giroro as he walked, now that he got a good look he was surprised he hadn't caught on before, the blazing red hair and the harsh scar were dead giveaways, not to mention he even dressed like Giroro would have, you know, if he had ever worn clothes besides his hat.

Giroro noticed the small human staring at him and growled, "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Fuyuki dismissed it with a happy smile.

They entered the room where Keroro was lying half on, half hanging off of the plush cot and Fuyuki couldn't help but burst out laughing. Giroro made a noise that sounded like tsshc, and walked past the hysterical pekoponian who was on the verge of tears he was laughing so hard. Giroro picked up his leaders limp body and pushed him back onto the bed so he could sleep. Fuyuki finally settled down enough to walk and came to stand by Keroro's bedside.

"Are you done?" Giroro asked, his voice edged with annoyance as Fuyuki kept giggling.

"Yes, I just didn't think Keroro would be so… Spot on." He said picking his words carefully.

"What do you mean?" Giroro inquired, somewhat curious.

"It's just, he's exactly as I pictured he be," He said with a smile, "I just never imagined I'd actually see him again, and certainly not like this." He said gesturing broadly in front of him indicating Keroro's new human form.

"Yeah, I guess it's a bit of a shock, huh?" Giroro said cracking a smile at Fuyuki's words.

"How did you guys even get… You know…" He said as if he were asking a disabled person about their wheelchair.

"Ah… Well, I bet Kururu can explain it better than I can," He said with a shrug.

"Explain what?" Kururu asked as he entered the room behind them.

"The pipsqueak is asking how we got our pekoponian disguises, and I figured you could explain it better since you're the the one who invented the technology," He answered simply.

"Kuukukuku, yes I guess you do deserve an explanation before we wipe your memories…"

Fuyuki jumped a bit, startled by Kururu's blatant disregard for any subtlety whatsoever, and he was even more surprised when Giroro was the one to speak in his defence. "Wiping their memories wont do any good, they'll just rediscover us in a few days and we'll have to do this all over again."

The insane scientist pondered this for a second before responding with a laugh, "I guess you're right… Kukuku."

"Let's wake up the Sergeant and round up the pekoponians so we can explain ourselves, I hope Natsumi will have calmed down by now…" The Corporal said, his mind trailing off to thoughts of a certain pink haired female, 'What does she think about me, now that I'm a pekoponian like her…'

Kururu grabbed Keroro by his ankles with a laugh and dragged him out of the room, his head sliding against the floor.

"H-hey! Don't knock him out again!" Fuyuki called as he chased after the two keronians, leaving Giroro alone in the white room deep in thought.

Kimi ni juice wo katte ageru~

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