A/N: Anyone curious what I was have been listening to?

So then, I was bored and decided to write this. It sounded like a rather good idea to make you guys wait. Isn't that the idea though? Think of this as a prolouge, a sort of "setting the mood chapter." The format is always weird because I write this in WordPad and not Microsoft Word. I will stil be updating the normal time(Thursday) too.

Kururu watched Giroro walk into the house and shut the door behind him. Kururu kept staring at the door, the slam that the door had made kept replaying in his mind. Not once had Giroro looked back to see what Kururu's reaction was. Kururu's nearest immediate shortcut to the lab was on the other side of the house: where Giroro's tent was.

"I guess I won't be taking that route," he said aloud to his self."Los gehts"

Kururu started to walk to the door. He heard Giroro's voice also in the back of his head. It was like a bad remix. How in the hell would his existance have gone to waste? He had made the best programs known to Keron and recieved a lovely sum of money for it. Many more records had been set in his name. All these accomplishment were running through his mind. Sent to Correction Facilities.. 5 times within 3 months, not being able to be thrown out of school due to his intelligence, deciding alone that it would be good to be truant atleast 3 times a day. Other than that he was a decent student. All of this was running laps around his mind.

"OUCH!" he screamed aloud.

Kururu had been so distracted that he had fallen down the shoot where the ladder is to enter Keroro's little fall out shelter. He was laying there on the cold floor staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes to contimplate wether or not he was going to get up. When he opened his eyes he saw a pair of innocent eyes staring back at him.

"Are you ohk?" Angol Mois asked.

He thought of a response that was oh-so-honest.

"No, I a not," he responded.

"What's wrong?"

"Me and my life, I am hated by everyone"

"I don't hate you,"

Kururu looked back at Mois.

"Psh, you have all the reason in the world to though,"

"Life is really to short to live it with hate unless you do something to Uncle then I can hate you""Do you want help up?"

"No. I can do this myself," Kururu stood up (ALL BY HIM SELF) and began to walk away. 'At least I will have the video Tororo sent me.' he thought to himself. Kururu heard Mois's feet travel up the ladder. For once he was thinking optimisticaly. AT THE VERY LEAST tonight he would get to see some female pekoponians changing... Maybe Aki was filmed changing. His hand went up to the door latch. A resistant door latched; for once the door was locked. Kururu just stood there. What the hell was he suppose to do? Giroro was probably in his tent, Dororo was on a walk.. The only two that were unaccounted for were Tamama and Keroro. Kururu shook his head when THAT thought came to his mind.

'I just want to be in my lab, with my survelliance cameras. With my cameras I would not have to guess what is going on in there.'he told with himself. Kururu plopped down on the floor. Nothing was there to keep him entertained except fo the breathing sounds that were coming from inside the room.

Giroro had walked to the bathing room of the base. So much on his mind: Natsumi, his age progresion, the note that he had been given to him by his brother. He had read the letter over and over again, each time, as much as he wished, it did not change. The letter was crimpled from how many times as it had been rolled up into a little ball and thrown around.

"Fucking excellent," Giroro said aloud.

Giroro was hating the fact that he had to refill the bath because Kururu had chosen to fall into the pool. Giroro pushed the refill button. He stood there waiting and watching the water swirl. Giroro took of his belt and then held it in his hand. He opened the secret compartment that contained Natsumi's picture. He flashed a smile at it and then closed it. The belt was thrown onto the bench. Giroro stepped into the water slowly. After 1 minute of slow cascading he had been completely in the water except for the upper half of his body. His arms were outspread to form a 'T' shape. The warm water was relaxing him and evicting all his troubled. His lids were getting heavy. They were fluttering his eyes attempting to keep them open. Natsumi was not a trouble at all, that is why she had not been washed away. Giroro felt his stomach tighten. He brought down his hand to his stomach and grasped at it. The tightened muscle had gone away but now there was a tightened muscle elsewhere...

"Shit," Giroro said.

Giroro ran his hand down his stomach until a roadblock had stopped him. Just as he thought: he was aroused by the thought of would not ever disrespect Natsumi.. directly. It could not harm him. Everyone does it, it is a healthy, natural way that you are able to relieve youself. Giroro let out a hard breath; what must be done, will be done.