Let's see how they react this time around!
After a moment's silence, Kioshii started crying, as most babies do when they're woken up before they're ready.
"Shhh," Natsumi said, and she started rocking the carrier. Then she threw daggers at Kululu with her eyes.
"Who's baby have you kidnapped?" she exclaimed. Giroro brought up a gun at Kululu.
"And why did you think I'd want it as a birthday present?" Giroro demanded.
"Ask Natsumi to show you her note. Kukuku…" was the reply. Natsumi paled, then inspected the baby more closely.
"Pink hair…" she mumbled, and shocked, she dropped the note. Giroro picked it up and started blushing.
"What do you mean, she's a mom? I think she would've noticed if she'd given birth!" Giroro said. Kululu shook his head, then turned to Natsumi.
"Remember the picture Fuyuki drew? You should've burned it. Kukuku…" Kululu told her, and she grimaced. The baby was the spitting image of one of Fuyuki's drawings. Small white birthmark that looked like a scar over one eye, pink hair, flushed cheeks. She paled. The one it looked like most was…
Giroro looked over at her, confused.
"What picture?" Giroro asked, and Kululu brought up a photo of it on an overhead screen. Giroro flushed.
"FUYUKI! That's…" Giroro said, but stopped his rant when he noticed that the baby in the carrier looked like the picture in the middle, and underneath it was labeled, 'N+G', clearly identifying that it was what would likely happen if Natsumi and Giroro…
"WHAT?" Giroro shouted, glowing bright red and looking startled at the baby. He DEFINITELY would've known if THAT had happened.
"Well, Kukuku, the last few days you've been unconscious? That was me. I was running tests on you. I combined your DNA. This is Kioshii Itazura Hinata. Hope you don't mind that I named her for you. It seemed an appropriate name. Kukuku… Genetic engineering is so fun," he said. Natsumi punched him in the face, hard, making his glasses shatter.
"Well what are we supposed to DO with her?" Natsumi asked, her fist still balled up, prepared to deal another blow.
"Raise her, of course. Kukuku… and do try to be loving parents. You wouldn't want her to grow up feeling neglected, would you?" Kululu asked, and laughed again.
"But… but…" Natsumi stuttered angrily.
"I don't like it either(massive lie), Natsumi, but he's right. There's nowhere else we can put her, and genetically, she's us. Although why he chose me and not one of the others is a mystery to me(also massive lie)," Giroro said, laying a hand on her arm. She tried to relax. Finally, she turned to Kululu and said, "You are in SO much trouble when mom finds out." Kululu laughed joyfully, then clicked a button and teleported them back upstairs into the living room.
"I WASN'T DONE WITH YOU YET!" Natsumi yelled, and seconds later Fuyuki and Aki had woken up and run downstairs to see what the matter was.
Giroro had closed the baby carrier again to try and get Kioshii to go back to sleep, though he didn't know much about childcare and wouldn't have had any way of knowing that Kioshii was hungry. At the very least, the carrier was soundproof, so it blocked out the sound of her crying.
When the Hinatas got downstairs, they saw a big egg thing with Kululu's symbol standing between Natsumi and Giroro, and Fuyuki came over to poke it interestedly. Aki eyed it suspiciously.
"What is that? It had better not be an animal cage or something! I've told you a million times, don't bring animals into the…" she said, but Natsumi cut her off, still steaming.
"It's not an animal. At least, not by your definition," she said. Fuyuki's finger hit the swirl, and Natsumi flinched, but nothing happened.
"Only for us, remember?" Giroro asked. He'd locked it, not just closed it. Natsumi nodded.
"What's only for you?" Aki asked, kneeling down to examine the carrier.
"The lock will only engage or disengage if Giroro or I touch it," Natsumi explained. Aki raised an eyebrow.
"Why? What's it got to do with you two? And what do you mean, not an animal by my definition?" Aki asked. Giroro looked to Natsumi for permission, and he put his hand to the lock, disengaging it and opening the carrier. Aki froze, but Fuyuki tried to hold back a smile.
"Kululu found the picture, didn't he?" he asked. Natsumi nodded, angry and embarrassed.
"What picture?" Aki asked. "And where'd the baby come from?"
Natsumi grimaced. She didn't want to explain to her mother that she was a grandmother already- at least by a loose definition. But, it turned out that she didn't have to, because at that moment Kululu came upstairs.
"Oh, Kioshii? Kukuku… She's a genetic cross between Giroro and Natsumi. Just a little side project I thought I'd try. You're a grandma!" he said, and laughed again. Aki's eyes widened, her fleeting in between Natsumi, Giroro, and Kioshii, noting all the similarities in their features, her face going paler every second.
"You're only a teenager! You can't be a mom!" she finally exclaimed, glaring at Natsumi.
"I know that! It's not my fault! It was all Kululu!" Natsumi exclaimed, blushing and turning her head away. Fuyuki was letting Kioshii grip his finger in her tiny little hand. He grinned.
"Hi, Kioshii," he said in a baby voice, using his other hand to tickle her, though she was still too young to laugh or smile. She was, after all, a newborn.
"What time is it, anyway? You didn't wake me up at the usual time," Fuyuki asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Um, I think we're late!" Natsumi said, glancing at the clock. They ran off to change, and zoomed off to school without another word about Kioshii or the situation.
"Hey, wait! I don't know how to…" Giroro started, but they were long gone. Sighing, he turned back to Kioshii. Aki had started playing with her, taking her out of the carrier and bouncing a little, cooing at her. At the very least, it seemed to keep her entertained.
"Um, just for the record, I didn't have anything to do with this, except, I guess, genetics," Giroro said, flinching when she looked over at him. He didn't want to feel the wrath of mom.
"I know that. Kululu's not the type to work in a group. But I guess there's a new child in this house, and as the genetic father, you are responsible for her at least most of the time, alright?" she asked. He nodded stiffly, then bit his lip.
"One problem. I have absolutely no idea how to do this. My training is strictly battle-oriented," Giroro said, grimacing from the pain of admitting he couldn't do something. Aki smiled.
"I've got today off work. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes. And Natsumi will be able to help, too. It'll mostly be you two looking after her, but I'll help when I'm home, alright?" she said, squatting down so she was closer to his eyelevel and smiling at him. He nodded.
They spent the day while Natsumi was at school trying to keep Kioshii entertained, and Aki gave Giroro pointers, which he took to heart. There wasn't a platoon meeting that day, so none of the other platoon members showed up. Keroro was too busy watching Captain Geroro reruns to bother coming upstairs.
By the end of the day Giroro at least had SOME idea of how to cope with Kioshii. Which was good, because, he realized, he would be raising her mostly on his own. Aki was gone often, and Natsumi had school. He sighed. Natsumi would be home any minute now. Finally a chance for a break.