Sorry I haven't updated in a bit, just got back from vacation down at the beach~ Luckily I started on this before I went down. Now I finally finished it, enjoy~

It had now been nearly a month since Kururu had joined the 'Keroro platoon' and things by no means, 'had gotten better' like Dororo had previously thought. On the contrary, though Giroro did become more accustom to Kururu's antics, combined with Keroro's, he was still far from actually liking the jerk.

Every day Kururu would try something new on Giroro. Whether it be a prank, or sexually assaulting him in some kind of way. Just yesterday while they were in gym class Kururu casually touch Giroro's butt. When the Corporal almost killed him he still acted like he did nothing wrong. Which in turn only made Giroro's wrath worse.

And two days before that he caught Kururu trying to take a picture of him while he was asleep in Math class. Giroro woke up to a clicking sound, looked at Kururu and saw he had his phone out and a wide smirk.

"Kuu ku, so cute~ I think I'll make that my screen savor~"

Giroro wasn't going to stand for this. "Kururu you bastard you better erase that! Or so help me I will- Ehh..." Suddenly he stopped when he looked around and noticed everyone including the teacher had given all their attention to the scene going on. Blushing Giroro froze in his spot, more embarrassed than ever in his whole life.

"Mr. Gouchou, I will not allow this kind of behavior in my class room! That's a Saturday detention for you. As well as you Mr. Souchou, no matter how smart you are there are no phones allowed in my class."

Giroro sat down and bowed his head in shame. "Forgive me Mr. Chūjō. I will not let it happen again." He glared to Kururu who gave him a little wave."Great, I have to spend two hours with him, alone!" Things just really did not want to go his way.

But that wasn't even the half of his problems, it was only a couple more days to the day Giroro hated the most...Valentines day. He dreaded this day because each year his locker and desks would be filled with with cards, flowers, and chocolates by random fan girls around the school. He didn't even bother looking at them anymore, waiting until he got home and threw each piece of red love into the garbage.

It's not like he really wanted to throw them all away and seem mean. That's why he did it when he got home, he just could not take all the lovey stuff and pounds of sweets. He hated sweet things.

So far, his life was just one big stress ball, waiting to burst.

-Aishite-

"I can't believe I got a Saturday detention because of you." Giroro huffed, directing his glare to the orange haired student who was playing a game on his cell phone it seemed. The teacher had left them alone for a bit while he went to make a call.

Not looking up from whatever was keeping him glued to that phone screen he saw Kururu smirk. "It's not my fault you yelled. You could have just let me taken your picture."

"Do you honestly think I would let you take my picture for free? Screw off."

"Oh? So how much do you cost Senpai?~ Ku ku ku~"

"Ugh!" Giroro blushed brightly and stuttered. "T-That's not what I meant you creep! Jeez I can't talk to you, everything I say somehow you turn it into something perverted."

"Ku ku," Kururu smiled and leaned closer to Giroro. "Here, look Senpai, I say it's a very nice one. You are so adorable when you sleep~"

Giroro looked over and saw that the other really had put his front screen picture as him sleeping. His face flushed an even deeper red while he tried to snatch the phone away. "You really are crazy!"

"ku, I know~"

"Man, I feel bad for whoever your going to marry, she'll have to be half as crazy as you to even be near you."

"Ku... who knows, maybe my mate won't be as bad as you say." Giroro looked over to Kururu and saw him wink at him, sliding his glasses up in place after words. For some odd reason, Giroro could not place what he thought about Kururu or what he had just said. He was an enigma; he never knew if he was kidding or serious.

Placing his hand on his cheek, he pouted his lips slightly. "Oii," Giroro called not looking at the student; keeping his attention on a speck of dirt that resided on his desk. "Why do you call me Senpai anyway?"

"Well, you are older then me."

"Oh, right..." Giroro had almost forgotten that Kururu was only 15 though he sure acted like it. It was still incredible that he skipped so far, while Giroro always had to struggle. Most of it was Keroro's fault, but he had to blame himself as well for going along with it.

"Nee, Giroro-Senpai," This time Giroro looked over to the sound of his name being called. With Kururu still pressing buttons on his phone he continued to speak. "How did you get that scar on your face?"

"Unh?" Giroro's eyes widen at the blunt question, not many asked him because they were all afraid to. Rumors had quickly spread when he did get it at the age of 14 that it was gang related. Others said he had got into a fight and someone pulled a knife on him. But they were all wrong. Actually, it was all Keroro's fault for being so clumsy.

"Well... I don't talk about it much, and it is pretty rude of you to ask all of the sudden. But if you really must know, it was Keroro's doing. We were playing Samurai with his fathers real authentic swords when he tripped like the idiot he is and slashed my eye. I lost a lot of blood that day..." It seemed Giroro had almost drifted off into space. Kururu stared at the red head with a rare sort of...wanting. Something about the way he was talking was so compelling to the genius.

"Ahem..." Giroro cleared his throat and straightened in his seat. "Anyway, I lost half my eye sight that's why it is a different color than my other. I can still see out of it, just not as well as the other." He looked at Kururu who was still staring at him with intensity and Giroro couldn't help but feel his face get a little warm at the attention.

"I-"

Just as Kururu was about to say something the teacher walked back into the room and looked to the boys. "Alright, you two have been behaving it seems, and since you only have 30 minutes left I'll let you go home early." Truth was, the teacher had a "hot-date" and he wanted to get ready for it.

-Aishite-

"Ahh, finally!" Giroro groaned as he and Kururu stepped outside. "That room is so stuffy, I hate being crammed indoors." Stretching his arms and cracking his back it seemed like he was getting ready to run a marathon.

"Ku, it is not as bad as it seems, I basically live in my room."

"Tsk, is that why you slouch?" Giroro retorted, pointing at Kururu who was leaning forward again making his back arch with him. "That is bad for your spine soldier, you should stand up straight!" His voiced boomed like a drill instructor. Sometimes he felt he had to yell when Kururu was around to get his point across clear.

Kururu waved his hand in annoyance and continued slouching. "Like, I could care less old man, at least I'll probably live longer than you. You'll die of a stoke before I die of bad posture."

"W-What! Why you-! You know living in your house isn't healthy either! You'll defiantly die before me!" He hated Kururu's sarcastic and cheeky tone, and what is with the old man thing? He was not that old!

"Yeah yeah,"

"Tch! Brat!" Giroro started storming off to go home leaving Kururu behind. After a few steps he looked back to see Kururu following him. He tried to ignore him but just him being that close was really ticking him off. It started to make him somewhat annoyed.

"You don't need to follow me you know."

"I'm not following you, I'm simply just going home the same way you are."

"That's called following, idiot." Giroro scoffed and pushed some of his hair back. He adjusted his dark brown cap with a skull symbol on it to cover his ears from the chilly February wind air. "It's weird I never seen you walk this way before?"

"Nee, never had the urge to use this way before until now~" He laughed softly and ran up to his Corporal and gingerly leaned into his shoulder. His height only brought him up to about Giroro's chest but that was all he needed.

Grumbling in agrivation Giroro nudged the smaller male away from him; his glasses being pushed slightly. "Don't bother me, it's bad enough I gotta deal with you in school, I don't need it out too."

"You're so uptight old man, learn to have some fun. Hang out with me and I bet we would have a very good time~ Kuu ku ku~"

Giroro flinched and paled at the thought of hanging out with him alone, who knows what kind of things the creep did in his free time and he really did not want to think of it further. "Ehh, no thanks, only if Keroro and Dororo are around as well."

"…" Kururu was silent for a moment, as if he were pondering about what Giroro had just said. He smiled and stopped walking. "Ok, it's a deal."

"Huh?" Giroro furrowed his brows. "What are you talking about?"

"To hang out with you I have to hang out with Taichou and Dororo-Senpai, all together. You know come to think of it we only hung out during school altogether and that sure is a blast~" Of course he was talking about all the classes he skipped with Keroro and how much mayhem he caused to the school and Giroro.

"You really want to hang with Me, Dororo and Keroro altogether?"

"Sure~ Kuu ku ku, I mean we are friends, right?"

Giroro stared deeply at Kururu, he really could not place this kid at all. Huffing softly, he scratched the back of his head and nodded. "Fine, if it will get you to shut up about it."

"Good!" Kururu smiled and turned around the other way. "Then I guess I'll be seeing you guys soon~ So long Senpai."

"H-Hey, I thought you said you lived this way?"

"Kuu ku ku, I was lying!"

"B-But I-" Giroro was legitimately confused at this moment. If he lived the other way why in the world did he come this way. He just didn't get it at all.

Little did Giroro actually realize that Kururu truly did have a small crush on him. It may have not seemed like it, heck, it may have seemed like he only wanted to cause mischief. But under that mask Kururu held to his face, he didn't notice how it began to crack.

-Aishite-

"Dad, brother, I'm home." Giroro called out but was replied with silence. He lowered his head and slid his backpack off and onto the wooded surface. His boots made a loud thunk on the floor as he made his way to the living room. Why should he take his shoes off when no one was ever home to yell at him for it to begin with?

He hit the couch with a thud and sighed, leaning against the soft mattress. Giroro opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. He closed his bad eye and saw it perfectly, than he switched to his bad eye and saw a blur. He hated that eye, he hated what Keroro had done, though he knew it wasn't really his fault.

The senior wished he could talk to someone right now, he knew Dororo was off at the doctors getting his regular check up and you couldn't go to Keroro for personal problems.

You see, his dad and brother are both in the army still and get called ever so often to come and help. Sometimes it's a week, sometimes it's a month. It had never been longer than a month and Giroro understood it was to help his country. But could he himself really leave his family for duty if lead to it?

Don't get him wrong, they did send him money daily and letters asking how he was doing. But it just wasn't the same as having actual human contact. Maybe that is why he hated contact with his kind, because he was always deprived of it.

Sometimes, he also wished he still had a mother.

-Aishite-

Kururu sighed when he collapsed face down into his couch at his house. His glasses shifted into an annoying angle so he turned his head and fixed them. Actually, he took them off and was at peace with the fuzziness of the world that greeted him. He liked being in the dark, there was no hate, no love, no peace, no war. Kururu hated feeling anything, it is why he messed with Giroro like he did. He didn't like how the Corporal made him feel; he didn't like feeling weak-kneed and useless. It totally just wasn't his style.

Not like anyone really cared for that matter of fact. No one was ever home to hear him come in or ask him how his day was. His parents were well known in politics and hardly ever came home. It would be months till they came once again. Sometimes it would only be a couple of weeks until they would return, but not often. It was ok though, he didn't like his parents to begin with.

He didn't really care, he liked having his alone time were no one annoying would bother him. Sometimes it was hard being so smart, everyone else just seemed so stupid. Or maybe he was the stupid one, and they were the geniuses. They got to have regular problems and not everything just came to them so that must have been a gift.

But Kururu loved being smart, he loved messing with people, and he loved being a jerk. It was way to much fun. He got to do things people only dreamed of, and loved showing off.

So... why did he always have this stupid annoying little ache on his heart.

Suddenly the door opened to his house and he leaned up from the couch to see a man stagger into the doorway. Kururu sat there with a smirk and leaned back against the seat.

"Ku ku ku... Hello, father."

-Aishite-

"Oii, Keroro you are not dressing up Dororo in that!"

"Come on Giroro-Kun, this would be awesome! Think of all the money we will make~"

"K-Keroro-Kun, how could you!"

"Keroro, he is not some prostitute you know!"

"Nee, come on Dorobune, it will be a good way for you to get noticed De-arimasu!"

"Ku ku~ Hey guys~"

The gang stopped their conversation and turned their view towards the other voice coming behind them. Keroro quickly jumped up and ran over to the orange haired boy. "Kururu-kun!~" He called sweetly and stood next to him. "Don't you agree Dororo would make an amazing girl, we could sell her and get so much money!"

"Oh? I think that is a wonderful idea Taichou-Sama~ He would look very pretty in drag~"

"Hah! Not you too Kururu-Dono!" Tears began pouring from Dororo's eyes as his friends just totally sold him out for some quick bucks.

As Giroro watched them all laugh and continue on with were they had left off he couldn't help but notice Kururu's face. Their was a dark bruise mark on his cheek and a bandage on the top of his forehead. How comes no one else seemed to notice it? Kururu sure didn't seem bothered by the marks but for some odd reason it bothered Giroro. He narrowed his eyes at the boy and grit his teeth, if it was those bullies, somebody was about to get extremely hurt.

Sorry if it got a little OC, I want to kind of have a dark feel sometimes. You know, not everything is how it seems. And sometimes I just have to make the characters do some stuff or act some way they would never in the first place. That is the beauty of AU I suppose~

Hope you liked this chapter! I shall continue soon! I am also still going to be working on "All you need is love" A GiroDoro story I wrote a little bit ago and still have not added the second chapter. -Shame-

Some quick things?

Aishite - Love

In my head cannon, Giroro can hardly see through his scarred eye. And it is a different color.

Dorobune - Basically means Boat in Japanese, Keroro tends to call him this because he forgets his name.

Mr. Chūjō - Chūjō means Lieutenant General, in the Japanese army ranks. A very high rank