Natsumi read a novel whilst Giroro field stripped his weapons and timed himself each time. After a while she stopped reading and began watching him from the corner of her eye. He was intensely focused, his hands moving rapidly as he took each piece apart and then put them back together again. He pushed himself harder and harder with each new weapon, beads of sweat began to slowly travel down the side of his face. And as soon as he started he finished. Leaning back and exhaling loudly in exasperation, Giroro wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Well that was intense." Natsumi said from behind her book. Giroro turned to regard her, and she lowered her book down to the table to smile at him.

"Sorry, I didn't distract you did I?" Giroro looked down at his stopwatch "Doing this just helps me relieve some stress." he explained, Natsumi shook her head in response.

"No, not at all. You just seemed very intense." Natsumi gestured to the stop watch.

"I guess trying to strive for a goal makes me seem more intense, but that intensity is what gives me the focus I need to clear my head." Giroro put the stopwatch away, and stretched widely.

"I think I'll make us some tea." Natsumi rose from her seat and wandered to the other side of the room to prepare some tea. Giroro watched her as she walked away, her back seemed smaller than usual. The weight of the remaining time bearing down on her was apparent. In Giroro's mind duty always came first, but in his heart he wanted to protect Natsumi no matter what.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the tea cup thumping down on the table next to him. He looked up at her smiling down on him and bowed his head in appreciation. Taking the cup carefully with his hands he blew on it a few times before he took a sip. Something about the tea Natsumi made was just so soothing and helped Giroro to relax. He exhaled loudly letting his worries flow out from him for the time being.

"If you relax any more than that you'll turn into jell-o." Natsumi giggled. Giroro blushed and shifted nervously in his seat. Embarrassed for letting himself become so lax.

"Man, I'm so stressed I wish I could go play some sports at the local park or something. Sometimes I would just kick back and listen to the radio." Natsumi spoke reminiscing her usual ways to relieve stress.

"Well usually I just take a bath after finishing all the house chores. So I guess there's nothing more relaxing than that." as if to accentuate the comment Natsumi lifted her arm and sniffed, crinkling her nose slightly.

"Speaking of which, I could use one." She kissed the top of his head as she walked out of the room headed for the bath.

Giroro's eyes followed her out of the room; he sat for a moment before his heart started to beat faster and faster, his face turning red. When he was sure she had made it to the end of the hall he stood and sneakily followed her. He tried to keep his steps as quiet has he could, dodging around the corner he almost smacked right into the wall. It was times like these he wished that he had Zeroro's skills. Once Natsumi had been inside the bathroom long enough to get in the water Giroro took his chance to slide the door open.

The bathroom was set in the traditional Japanese style so the door led to a small room for changing clothes before getting into the bath in the next room. Natsumi had just slipped inside that room giving Giroro the chance to slip into the clothing area. Carefully he closed the door behind him, and crept towards the one ahead. He passed by the basket holding Natsumi's shed clothes; his heart pounded faster in his chest, anticipation spurring him forward. Gently sliding his fingers between the door and its frame, he slid it open just enough to peek through. Inside he saw Natsumi's glistening form, the light reflected off the water slowly tracing down her body. Giroro's attention was locked on her soft supple skin, smooth and velvety he remembered how it felt beneath his touch. His hands twitched from the thought of touching that skin again.

Giroro worried that Natsumi might hear him because of the loud beating of his heart. She continued to wash herself seemingly unaware of her audience. Heat rose within Giroro's body making him sweat, he stood there seeping in his own juices. Giroro went to wipe the sweat from his brow, and when he rose his arm he lost his grip on the door sending it flying open. He froze, arm still in mid air as his eyes and Natsumi's met suddenly.

"What are you doing?" Natsumi asked him so coolly that it was scary. Giroro muttered unable to answer due to his sudden shock.

"uh...uhhh… I… I'm…." Giroro stuttered as Natsumi slowly came towards him. Images of his last bathroom encounter with Natsumi flashed through his mind. Instinctively he put up his guard, shielding his face and shut his eyes preparing for her attack. He waited for quite some time when suddenly he felt himself being lifted up off the ground. He kept his eyes closed as he prepared for the searing pain he surely had coming his way. His eyes shot open when the side of his face was met not with pain felt by a physical attack, but rather a familiar soft supple skin against his cheek.

Giroro found himself to be wrapped tightly in Natsumi's warm embrace, his face nestled against her soft supple breasts. He looked up at her in surprise as she giggled at him.

"Silly frog, if you wanted to take a bath with me you just had to say so." She kissed his forehead and he blushed deeply, embarrassed and shocked at the same time. Natsumi carried him over to the bath with her and slowly lowered them both into the water, letting out a loud sigh as she relaxed happily.

Giroro tried to keep his blood pressure down as he repeatedly found his face between her smooth breasts. They sat there in silence for a while before he could no longer hold himself back. He grabbed her breasts and began to fondle them in his hands, she moaned softly as his fingertips traced over her nipples. He played with them for a while, tasting her soft flesh every now and then as he licked her all over. Reaching under the water he slipped his hand into her nether region and began to dance his fingers around inside, earning a gasp that escaped her lips.

As he teased her sensitive body with his touch Giroro thought about this woman; she astounded and confused him, she consumed his thoughts and drove his emotions, in such a short time she had become his everything. He craved her like nothing before, a hunger in his heart and soul that only she could sate. The more he had of her the more he wanted, as he filled himself with her being he could feel himself becoming more and more ravenous.

The water could not hide her growing physical hunger for him, and he could no longer hold back his for her. In an instant he positioned himself to take her, placing his hands on her hips he slid himself inside, the water adding extra heat and pressure to their love making. He could feel her walls tightening to accommodate him, welcoming his thick member happily. Moans escaped from deep within her throat as he took his pace, her abdomen becoming warmer with pleasure. As Giroro began to pick up his pace Natsumi placed her hands on his shoulders, small as they may be they were her whole world. Pressure began to build inside them, Natsumi's panting breaths timed perfectly with Giroro's grunts as he thrusted back and forth within her, faster and harder the pressure built till they could hold back no longer. Giroro released himself within her and she in turn came as well. They slowly collapsed into the soothing water as they relaxed once again into calm and quiet tranquility.

When they finally collected themselves Giroro floated around the large bathtub and circled back to Natsumi clearing his head. Natsumi watched him as he did his laps and burst out laughing. He stopped to look at her inquisitively.

"What's so funny?" He asked she tried to stop laughing long enough to speak.

"It's just the way you look the fact that you are a frog was painfully obvious the way you were swimming around." Natsumi was referring to the fact that Giroro had been doing the breaststroke as he swam circles around the tub. Giroro blushed, feeling a little embarrassed but looked at her and asked something that was on his mind.

"So why were you not mad at me when you found me?" Giroro asked referring to how he had expected to get a beating for peeping. Natsumi let out a short laugh to highlight how ridiculous his question was.

"Giroro think about what we just did. You think I care if you see me naked?" She drew him towards her and hugged him again. Giroro mumbled and blew bubbles in the water.

"I'd rather not think about it or else I'll just wanna do it again…" He spoke while averting his eyes, attempting to hide his blushing face. Natsumi giggled, planting a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you." she spoke just before placing her lips on his, kissing him deeply and passionately. When their lips separated he looked at her nervously and blushed.

"I-I love you too." he responded, she smiled at him widely.

Giroro remained with her for the remainder of her bath, when they got out he let himself drip dry as she put on her clothes. He felt a little sad watching that beautiful skin being covered up. They walked back to the room together and sat in silence, as Natsumi resumed the book she had been reading earlier.

"You're fate is in the hands of an alien race that probably wants nothing more than to kill you, and you spend what could be your last moments alive reading a book." Giroro chuckled loudly.

"What? It's a good book and I'll be damned if I die before I finish it. Besides there's no guarantee that they'll kill me." Natsumi spoke hopefully from behind her book.

Giroro hoped that somehow they could beat the odds and come out from this alive, he knew his people and they were just as unpredictable as they were ruthless. There was no telling what they would do, they could be just as likely to put her in a circus as they were to execute her. It was that unpredictability he was counting on.

They continued to sit together in silence; Natsumi read her book while Giroro sat with thoughts of Natsumi swimming through his head. He worried about her future, he pictured her warm smile, he felt her soft touch and this shocked him. No matter what he did all he could think of was her. He tried to count the ammount of ammo he had on his person in his head; instead he found himself counting the hairs on her head. Her tried to remember the time he first fired a gun, instead he could only think of the first time she smiled. He tried to recite the soldier's code of conduct; instead he could only recite every word she had ever spoken to him. His mind swirled in confusion and frustration, everything about her was corrupting his mind. He could no longer remember why he fought, what his purpose was, all he could think of was her.

Giroro had never known a fear like this before, a fear of losing himself. He feared not remembering who he was and who he had been. What could cause all this? Surely it was not the girl herself, it had to be something else, something about her. Since he had laid eyes on her something had been stirring within him, it only grew stronger as he grew to love her. Something about her presence, the thought of her very existence set him off balance. Filled with a subtle, fluttering excitement and a gnawing, unfamiliar fear; Giroro was not sure what to think or do.

Before he knew it the thought spinning around in his head tired Giroro out and he was soon asleep with his face on the table. Natsumi looked over at him and giggled, setting down her book she rose to fetch him a blanket. She draped it over his shoulders before returning to her own seat to resume reading her book. The hours passed by in silence, save for the sound of Natsumi turning the pages echoing across the room on occasion. She got up to stretch her legs a few times, washed her face, made some tea, anything to keep her preoccupied as she regained feeling in her numbing legs.

It was quite some time before Giroro lifted his groggy head from the table where he slept. He looked around the room with squinty eyes, Natsumi's fuzzy form coming into focus as she sat back down to resume reading. She smiled at Giroro who blushed deeply as he realized that there was a string of drool connected to the side of his face, trailing all the way down to the table he had been using as a pillow for the last few hours. He wiped it away with one hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes with the other. Blinking a few more times watching Natsumi crack her book open again.

"That must be a very good book." He grumbled sleepily. She turned the book to look at the cover, smiled, and then looked at him.

"It's certainly interesting." She said cryptically. He looked at her inquisitively, his expression telling her to go on.

"At first, it's a romance novel. Man meets a woman, woman meets a man, they fall madly in love. Normally there's some kind of conflict but in this particular story, the man spirals into madness." Natsumi pauses to look at the page again.

"He starts to become obsessed with her. Every single thought, every second of everyday she's all he can think about. Slowly his mind becomes consumed by the thoughts of her, and he begins to think about what would happen if he lost her." Giroro tried not to look as interested as he really was.

"In the end, he loved her so much that he killed her. He wouldn't let anyone else take her from him, not even herself. He wanted everything that was her, including her life." Natsumi paused for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as if she was chewing on her words. "It's almost as if words like devour, consume, obsessed, madness; can't really describe the things he felt. As though they can't grasp the depth of the need he felt to be close to her." She looked at Giroro and could see thoughts turning in his head.

"I think I understand, at least wanting to be as closer to the person you love. I don't think I could ever understand killing them though. That would mean spending everyday without them there with you, no more smiles everyday, no more memories to be made. I don't think I could handle never being able to hear you laugh ever again." Giroro shook his head trying to rid himself of such dreadful and lonely thoughts. Though what she had said buried itself deep in the back of his mind.

"My thoughts exactly." Natsumi smiled. "Right now they're trying to catch him for what he did." She seemed less interested in that particular part of the book. She hesitated before speaking again.

"No matter how much I try, I can't seem to get close enough to you as I want." she looked at him from beneath her eyelids, a rosey color warming her face. Giroro felt himself turning redder as he stared deeply into her eyes, a warmth growing between them.

Natsumi set her book down, and leaned over towards him to kiss him on the lips. Their lips touched slowly, and parted. Once, twice, again, and again. Each kiss slowly grew longer and deeper. As the heat between them grew, their kissing became more feverish. Giroro's hands began to explore, slowly removing what little clothing Natsumi wore. Laying on the table, they continued to kiss, Giroro's hands each grasping a breast and teasing her nipples between his fingers.

Natsumi gasped for breath as Giroro slowly trailed kisses down the length of her body, pausing for a moment to plant several on her tender breasts before continuing down further. When he reached the nest of warmth between her legs he slid his fingers inside and danced them around her soft, sensitive core. It wasn't long till he was rewarded with a few short gasps from Natsumi. Withdrawing his fingers, Giroro replaced them inside her with his tongue. Natsumi moaned softly as he tasted her sweet, warm juices. Hungrily he lapped up her flavors, his own excitement increasing.

Having his fill he removed his tongue and replaced it with his warm shaft. Natsumi gasped lightly as he pushed himself deep inside her, settling himself before he began to move. Thrusting himself in and out he held tightly, but gently to Natsumi's hips. Natsumi clutched the edges of the table, bracing herself and trying to remain steady. Giroro picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster, Grunting in synch with Natsumi. Giroro felt himself slowly reach his climax, when he couldn't hold it in anymore he came followed by Natsumi shortly after. Removing himself he panted heavily as he sat down on the floor, his legs having grown shaky.

A static noise filled his head, it was muffled but it was there. Exhaustion cleared his mind from drowning in thoughts of her, if only for a little while. It was a short period of relief, he felt like himself. He felt better than himself, he felt stronger- free. Natsumi rolled over and slowly sat up, pulling her long red hair from in front of her face. When she finished catching her breath she rose and slowly stretched her sore body out. She'd taken a bath only a few hours ago but now she was covered in sweat and their mixed love juices coated her thighs.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." she spoke softly just before she left the room. Giroro watched her walk out, admiring her behind as she slid out the door. Giroro sat alone in silence, his mind was flooded with so many thoughts it was as if he was trying to look at photographs floating around him in water. Time clicked by and Natsumi returned, giving him his turn with the shower. He got up and headed for the shower. The splashing of hot water over his head warmed Giroro's body and cast a feeling of calm over him. Physically he felt relaxed and completely at ease, but emotionally he was weary and drained.

So much had happened, his whole world had been turned on it's side. Up was left, left was backwards, and he didn't even want to know where backwards went. Military training and even being in the middle of all out warfare on a strange planet for days on end seemed less complicated. He was a fighter, a walking war machine. Yet his defenses were destroyed, his very foundation was crippled by a simple smile or a sigh from an earthling girl.

Giroro headed back to the room and noticed how long it had been since he had fallen asleep, he needed to write his report or he would be reprimanded for shirking his duties. He sat down and waited for Natsumi, pulling out his cylindrical device that holds a portable light board computer. Switching it on he opened the files and began to write his report. He wrote, eventually rejoined by Natsumi. Seeing him working she quietly sat down next to him and read. The only thing to keep the silence at bay was the rhythmic sounds of him typing and her occasionally turning the page. Occasionally they would look up, their eyes would meet and they would then look down as they blushed.

When Giroro finished writing his report he closed down his device and waited for Natsumi to find a moment to pause. When she noticed he was waiting to speak with her, she lifted her head from her book inquisitively.

"I need to make a run up to hand in my report to the commanding officers, I shouldn't be gone too long but I just wanted to let you know beforehand." He lifted the device for her to see indicating it wouldn't be that long a process. She nodded slightly and smiled at him.

"Come back soon, I'll be waiting." She spoke sweetly, he smiled back at her. He walked over to her and gave her a quick kiss before heading out the door. The long metallic hallway felt colder and more solemn as he walked alone. After entering the elevator and closing the doors, his ears were filled with a buzzing noise that the elevator created. He nodded at and saluted the occasional Keronian he passed on the way to the offices. The motions felt odd and a little stiff to him.

Knocking on the commander's door once he reached his destination, he was greeted with the sudden opening of the doors. The room was dim, almost dark, compared to the sleek and floodlighted corridors. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust but he knew he was in the right place when he was able to make out the commanding officer's hat. It was a dark green military commander cap, designed to show off his high ranking and prestige. Honestly the thing made him stick out like a green thumb.

"Sir, Corporal Giroro here to deliver my report on Dangerous Pekoponian Slave X814." Giroro announced. He took the commander's silence as an indication to go on. "Having conducted all the torture I have deemed reliable in an attempt to tame Dangerous Pekoponian Slave X814, I have come to the conclusion that this particular Pekoponian cannot be tamed." Giroro paused again, still there was only silence.

"Here you will see my full report in detail Sir. I ask that you look it over before reaching your verdict on what to do with Dangerous Pekoponian Slave X814 Sir." This time Giroro was not greeted by silence, but rather a loud rumbling noise. It had come from the commanding officer's direction. With a heavy sigh Giroro moved to the edge of the room, and flicked on the light switch. Looking back to where the commanding officer's hat had been visible, Giroro now saw it was tipped over the Commander's face. A large nose bubble protruded out from underneath it.

"Sir, do please wake up." Giroro placed his palm over his face and scowled. The bubble popped and his commander sat up suddenly, startled he tried to look around but could see nothing but darkness, as his hat was still covering his face.

"Uh… Wha? Who's there?" He asked confused.

"Lift your hat up sir. It's me, Corporal Giroro." Giroro explained. The Commander straightened his hat and looked at Giroro, clearing his throat.

"What can I do for you Corporal?" The Commander asked, not even attempting to explain his previous condition.

"My report Sir. I came to deliver it to you." Giroro walked up to the Commander and handed him the report.

"Oh… Uh… Thank you. I will look it over and speak with you about it later. Till then return to…. whatever it was you were doing." the commander waved him away, no doubt planning to go back to taking his nap. Giroro saluted him anyways and headed back to Natsumi's cell. When he reached the bottom floor, Natsumi was waiting for him outside the elevator. She stood with her back against the wall, her long red hair cascading down the side of her face. She smiled happily at his return.

"Welcome back." she pushed off the wall and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Good to be back." he muttered as he blushed. He began walking down the hall, Natsumi followed close behind.

"So how did it go?" Natsumi asked. Giroro sat down, pinched the skin between his eyes and groaned.

"He was asleep when I got there." Giroro explained. Natsumi laughed and looked at him like she thought he was messing with her.

"I'm serious; he was in a dead sleep when I walked in there. He dimmed the lights to try and hide the fact that he was sleeping on the job. It's not the first time I've caught him like that. Kinda hard to believe he's actually such a frightening person." Giroro seemed to look off in the distance as if he was looking at some gruesome, but unchangeable memory.

"Is he really that terrifying?" Natsumi asked as she sat down next to him.

"He's been known to handle some of the most difficult missions single handedly." Giroro spoke vaguely but Natsumi could tell he did not want to go into detail.

"It must make everyone else's job much more difficult when he behaves like that." Giroro let out an exasperated sigh when Natsumi reminded him of the lackadaisical habits of his superior officer. He let gravity take his head and quickly planted his face on the surface of the table. He groaned not from the aching pain in his head, but rather the large pain in his ass that was sitting several levels up from where he now sat.

"If he wasn't so good at his job he wouldn't even be here." Giroro groaned loudly. He rolled his head to the side, looked at Natsumi and smiled. He took her hand in his and spoke softly.

"All we can do now is wait for his decision. Our fate is in his hands. I'm hoping that his lackadaisical side is what makes the decision. When he's serious, his decisions are always are brutal." Giroro explained to her.

"So it's just a big waiting game." Natsumi confirmed. Giroro nodded and lifted his head.

"So, any idea what's going to happen to us?" Natsumi asked him. He shook his head and looked down at the table.

"Anything could happen. Execution, exile, slavery, you could find yourself on a moon mine in a different galaxy while I'm demoted to scrubbing the toilets with a toothbrush." Giroro grimaced at the possibilities they faced. Things looked bleak, with the only hope they had lying within some weird twist in the messed up mind of a terrifying and cynical space frog.

"So there's no hope at all?" Natsumi looked at him sadly.

"Not at all. You could always be a court jester and I, a kitchen maid. It's scary mostly because almost anything is possible. There's no telling what's going on in that sick man's head." Giroro slammed his fist on the table. He was frustrated with the depth of uncertainty they faced, and the fact that there was nothing he could do to comfort the one he loved without lying.

"It'll be alright." Natsumi said as she sat next to him, taking his hand in hers. "As long as we're together, nothing else matters, whatever may come." She smiled brightly at him. He placed his hand atop hers and smiled back meekly.

"Whatever may come." He echoed back. She was right, no matter how uncertain the situation seemed, there was nowhere else he would rather be at this moment than sitting here with her beside him.

"If only I had experienced more moments like these in my life." Giroro sighed as he remembered his past.

"What did you do before you guys invaded Earth? I doubt you were working security in the hangar the whole time." Natsumi asked.

"Before that I was stationed with my platoon. We actually spent some time on Earth before it was invaded. We were the reconnaissance team. You have no idea how happy I was that they made it a recon mission." Giroro's face turned grim for a moment as the memory came back to him.

"They originally planned to have our platoon conduct the entire invasion on our own. Thankfully the idea of seven billion Pekoponians against one tiny platoon of five Keronians changed their minds." Giroro explained.

"Sounds like it turned out to be a numbers game. I can't believe they even considered having you invade a whole planet on your own." Natsumi commented.

"Actually it's typical for them to only send a small platoon to conduct invasions. Our advanced technology always gives us the upper hand." Giroro informed. Suddenly Natsumi could only think of all the cheesy alien invasion movies her younger brother used to watch, where the aliens boasted that they had way better technology than the puny earthlings.

"Then what about your platoon? Couldn't you guys have handled invading our planet on your own?" Natsumi asked him. Suddenly Giroro stood up, his hands placed firmly on the table.

"OUR LEADER IS A COMPLETE DUMBASS!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He stood there for a while, silent before he sat back down and placed his hand over his face.

"We almost failed our recon mission because he was too distracted by all the earth had to offer. Like Gundam models, anime, and manga." Giroro grumbled as he remembered the walking, talking, living, breathing, headache that was his former platoon leader.

"How did you manage to complete your mission then?" Natsumi asked him.

"Like I said before, I'm thankful that it was a recon mission because even though he goofed off all the time he still submitted reports. They were so useless they were useful. Since he only ever reported on stupid things that were useless to our race they decided an invasion would be simple, and voila we invaded you guys." Giroro explained.

"What about the rest of your platoon?" Natsumi asked, curious.

"Well if you count our leader you had; an idiot, a kiss-ass, a wussy ninja, a sketchball sadist computer nerd, and myself." Giroro listed off the other members of his former platoon.

"So if your mission was successful, why did you end up here and not on another mission with your platoon?" Natsumi inquired.

"Honestly I think they're just waiting to process and sell all the peko- humans, before assigning us to a new planet to invade." Giroro reasoned.

"So if it wasn't for me, you'd be back to work as usual right now." Natsumi looked at him as he pondered the idea.

"Yeah I guess you're right." he responded nonchalantly. He really didn't care about what could have been.

"Though I can't really say any of that matters now." Giroro looked around the room and huffed a loud breath in frustration.

"The wait is killing me. I cherish every moment we have together but this waiting is just too much." he wiped his forehead as though he was sweating bullets.

"What do you usually do to relieve stress?" Natsumi asked him, expecting something militaristic.

"Clean my weapons or shooting practice." Giroro answered, as she expected. She giggled at his predictability. He looked at her in confusion.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You. I just knew you were going to say something like that." she said between giggles.

"I usually listen to music, or if I'm frustrated I usually work my anger out playing sports at school." Natsumi shared her own personal response.

"I could see how that would be effective." Giroro thought about the benefits to soothing music or the outlet of physical exercise. However if he was to choose a favorite physical exercise, he knew exactly what he would pick.

Natsumi lifted her book to show she was almost finished reading it. Giroro nodded his head in silence before sitting down.

Giroro let himself relax and think inwardly while Natsumi carefully flipped through the remaining pages of her book. He studied her expressions as she turned the pages, noticing the subtle changes as she read.

He chuckled inwardly as she began to focus intently on the last few pages. What he wasn't expecting was when she reached the final page she suddenly stood and yelled loudly whilst throwing the book across the room.

"Are you freakin kidding me?!" she yelled as the book hit the opposite wall with a loud thump. Giroro looked at her in surprise as she breathed heavily in anger.

"Dare I ask what the book did to offend you so much?" Giroro asked, blinking in shock. Natsumi took a few breaths before slowly sinking back into her seat. She mumbled under her breath before speaking to him.

"Sorry…. I just… got a little too into it… and then the ending of the story…. It just really irked me." She ruffled her beautiful red hair with her hand in frustration.

"I was expecting an ending where the man would be brought to justice or at least maybe realize that what he had done was wrong… Instead they made him a heartless bastard that not only didn't regret what he did, but stopped loving her as well! That sick piece of shit killed his heart for nothing!" Natsumi slammed her fist on the table in frustration.

After sitting in silence for a while Giroro merely watched her closely as she began to relax. After a few moments to think to herself she began to laugh loudly.

"Hahaha! Look at me! Getting so upset over a damned book! Ah it's been awhile since I've read anything that got to me like that." she wiped a tear from her eye from laughing so hard before relaxing back to her usual demeanor.

"I'm guessing that doesn't happen too often when you read?" Giroro asked a little hesitant. Natsumi shook her head a little and explained.

"Well sometimes a good book can grab me or get under my skin but usually I don't normally act so violently." she thought to herself for a moment. "Well at least not with books anyway."

"What would make you react so violently?" Giroro was yet again shocked. Natsumi pondered before answering with a wide smile.

"Idiots." her carefree smile and answer made Giroro laugh loudly this time. He slapped the table with his hand as he guffawed loudly.

"Now that is something i can easily understand." the two laughed loudly together, the sound bouncing off the walls. It was a good while before they eventually stopped, giving their aching sides a rest. A sound recognized as a sort of ding echoes through the hall and into the room, bringing them to a pause.

Eventually an unsettling silence settled upon them. Giroro looked at Natsumi before confirming her fears as to what they had heard. Standing Giroro opened the panel to the room controls and removed the familiar layout that resembled Natsumi's room from Earth. Everything vanished into thin air, the table, the bed, the tea set, even the book she had thrown previously. All of it was gone as if it was a dream.

Giroro became stiff and reserved as the sound of footsteps slowly grew louder. Natsumi held her composure, beads of sweat beginning to form on her brow. Natsumi swallowed nervously in anticipation as the footsteps finally grew as close as they could get. Was this the frightening commander Giroro had talked about?

As the figure in question rounded the corner his footsteps that seemed terrifying and ominous turned into a soft pik-pok noise as a Keronian only slightly taller than Giroro rounded the corner, his hat tilted awkwardly to one side as he yawned loudly and stretched himself in an undignified way. When he opened his eyes he adjusted his hat and looked back and forth from Natsumi and Giroro.

"Soldier, if this Pekoponian is considered dangerous why is she not restrained?" The commander's question caught Giroro off guard for a moment, but rather than looking for an explanation it was obvious the commander wanted Giroro to chain Natsumi.

Moving quickly he placed a pair of cuffs that covered most of her forearms and held them close together, almost touching. Natsumi stood there, her arms behind her back. She was furious, the fire she had when she first arrived lighting in her belly. She didn't act but stared into the eyes of the commander defiantly.

"Hmm.. Now Corporal, if what I read from you report is correct this Pekoponian was untameable in any way. Which brings me to ask you this; of what value is she to us Keronians then?" The commander stroked his chin as he spoke, never once taking his gaze from Natsumi's glare.

"Uh well Sir… We as Keronians could…." Giroro fumbled with his words, trying to think of a viable response. As Natsumi's lover he could think of a million reasons she would be useful, her smile, her laugh, her warmth. As a soldier however, he could not think of a single benefit to the Keronians as a race. He was at a loss for words.

The commander nodded in understanding, emphasising his point. Crossing his arms and closing his eyes he hummed softly to himself as he thought.

"As expected, you are unable to think of anything as well." The commander paused a moment before looking at the both of them again. Something in his eye caught Natsumi's attention. Perhaps he had seen how they looked at one another? Maybe he recognized the love in their eyes? Hope fluttered softly in her chest. She tried to push it down knowing that if she was wrong it would only hurt her in the end.

The commander chuckled to himself before speaking again.

"Well this is quite unexpected." Questioning his words Natsumi felt her hope grow as it sounded as if he recognized their love for one another.

"Honestly we expected there to be at least SOME use for this Pekoponian female. Anything would be acceptable, even "living statue" or "wild zoo animal" would have sufficed." he let out a sigh, his word causing Natsumi to raise an eyebrow in confusion. Where was he going with this? However the commander did not continue his thought aloud. He merely looked to Giroro and tilted his head towards her in a gesture that indicated who he was speaking about.

"Kill her." Natsumi's heart sank at the two words that came from his mouth. The hope in her chest died like a butterfly in the frost, freezing over and dying before it had a chance to take another breath. Giroro stepped towards the commander, speaking with him, but Natsumi was so shocked she did not catch what he had said. When her thoughts came back to reality she only saw the commander nodding his head as he spoke.

"Alright, then at least we'd get SOMETHING out of this Pekoponian." Natsumi did not have a chance to ask what they had just agreed upon, as all of a sudden Giroro knocked her down onto the floor, toppling forward with a painful crash.

Taking a device he placed it over her head and locked it in place, a glowing material wrapped around her jaw and covered her mouth, preventing her from asking what was going on let alone speaking in general. She could not see Giroro from where she lay, her arms trapped behind her back and her head unable to turn far enough to either side to see him. He walked behind her, and tore the simple gown from her form. She was left there on the floor lying bare before Giroro and the commander that merely stood back from where they were, positioned at the doorway.

In her attempts at observation she lost sight of Giroro as he moved behind her, she suddenly felt her hindquarters being pulled at before she could react she felt something familiar yet painful force its way between her legs. As pain spread through her abdomen she recognized the sensation from one of her first days here. She knew it as only one thing, rape. She was being raped by Giroro.

His rough and forceful thrusts into her unprepared center caused her to let out a muffled cry of fear and confusion. Instead of some form of consideration or apology she was rewarded by a slap on her ass causing her to cringe at the hard hit. She felt the biting sting from the strike resonate through her tender flesh, as Giroro continued to forcefully pound himself into her sensitive core. Crying out on the inside Natsumi could only ask herself what was happening and why.

She tried to move, wiggle, do anything to make Giroro realize what he was doing and stop. This wasn't their usual way of love making. It felt wrong, it hurt her both physically and emotionally. She didn't know what was worse, the sensation of blood trickling from her ravaged pussy or the sound of her heart breaking as it echoed in her ears.

Giroro gave no form of acknowledgement aside from his deep throaty grunts as he continued to fill her with his thick member forcefully. Tears began to flow from Natsumi's eyes. None of the experience was pleasurable, and when Giroro reached his climax Natsumi prayed that it was finally over. However instead of removing himself from her shortly after he merely paused for a few quick breaths. Natsumi realized he did not lose any of his size after releasing himself, and he soon resumed his assault with renewed vigor.

Natsumi tried to pull herself forward to be free from his torment, but Giroro grabbed firmly to her hips, pulling her closer to him. It was as if he had gotten longer and larger from the first round, his dick pounded on the innermost wall it could find, offering no relief to Natsumi's poor abused insides. Wracked with pain Natsumi almost blacked out before Giroro reached his peak for the second and final time. Pulling himself from her a few moments passed as the only sound that could be heard where his heavy panting breaths and Natsumi's pitiful whimpers.

Natsumi was confused when she felt her restraints suddenly removed and her voice freed from the contraption around her head. She propped herself up with her arms and turned to look behind her, and for the first time since the commander had arrived she finally looked at Giroro. Terror filled natsumi's heart as she was met with a cold and heartless stare looking down at her with disdain. What also starred her in the face was the barrel of a gun aimed directly at her forehead. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to speak.

Before she could utter a single syllable Giroro pulled the trigger, putting an end to the Pekoponian known as Natsumi… Forever.

As Giroro stared down at her now lifeless body he felt nothing. All the love he had professed for her, every caring feeling that drove him to come to need her so much, every infatuated thought- gone. If he was feeling like himself perhaps he would have been shocked by his lack of care for the woman now lying dead on the floor. However he was far from feeling like himself, he felt better, stronger, like nothing could stop him ever again. The commander walked over to Giroro and stood next to him for a moment, before speaking again.

"Well done soldier." He paused before leaning down next to Natsumi's head and whispering in her no longer functioning ear "the way to make the best soldier, is to kill his heart."

The years went by after that, Giroro moved up the ranks as a soldier. He Became known as not only the best in the army, but also the most cold and heartless Keronian to ever exist. Some say even his notorious brother prefered to steer clear of Giroro. No one could ever get close to him, not even his former platoon members would go near him let alone speak to him in a way that was not formal. His no nonsense/strictly business policy made him hard to work with, which was fine with Giroro as he could undergo practically any mission alone. He was an army of one, a force of nature. Every enemy knew his mark, his scar, and his name. If they ever were on the receiving end of his weapon, they would be the last things they saw.

No one knew what had caused Giroro to change so much, nor were any of them brave enough to dare ask. All they knew was that this soldier had a dead heart.

Giroro went down in the Keronian history books as the greatest soldier of his time, climbing the ranks quickly and showing exemplary skill and valor on the battlefield. None would ever know how this now considered great Keronian had once loved so deeply with his entire being. He'd fallen in love with the enemy, and he turned his back on those feelings. His heart felt no regret, no remorse, and no love for the woman he once held. Never once did he look back on those days, and never once did he shed a tear for what he had lost. To him it was not a loss, but rather a gain of strength and mastery of will.

If Giroro ever thought back on that moment, it never showed on his face. Perhaps because just as how his expression did not change when he thought on the instant he pulled that trigger, neither did his feelings.

Did he ever truly love Natsumi? We will never know.

THE END.