"KURURU HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!" Giroro fumed. He was not in the mood to talk to or even look at Kururu right now.

"Long enough, lover boy." The yellow Keronian raised his hand to his mouth in a weak attempt to hide his grin. His other hand was behind his back, and it looked like he was holding something. Giroro could care less though at this point.

"Get the hell away from me." Giroro commanded darkly as he quickly disappeared into his tent.

"Kuu~ You're just going to sleep in your tent tonight after recieving such a nice offer from the Pekoponian girl?" Kururu asked tauntingly, but was met with silence.

"You're so quiet Girokun. If I didn't have my security system, how would I ever find out about what's happening around here? Kuuku~!" Giroro heard the sound of a gun of some sort dropping on the ground outside his tent. "I'll just leave my special present out here for you then. I think Natsumi made it obvious to you what she...wants...KUKUU!"

The demented laughter made Giroro feel sick. He waited inside of his tent until Kururu's footsteps were no longer audible. When he finally peeked outside, he saw it. The gun that can turn any creature into a human.

-later that night-

A shadowy figure climbed up the side of the Hinata's household, and headed up towards Natsumi's balcony. It was a young man, with a slight athletic build and short blond hair, wearing long black pants and a simple dark red shirt with a skull on it. "Giroro, what are you doing. This is crazy!" Giroro asked himself as he jumped onto the balcony surface. He slid the door open and stepped into Natsumi's room without a sound. "Unlocked? Natsumi, you've got to be more-" *WHAM* A sharp pain drove through the back of the young man's head as he fell face down onto the floor.

"J-J-UST...STAY RIGHT THERE! What do you think you're doing...MISTER!" Natsumi shrieked, still holding the baseball bat tightly-ready to swing again at any instant, but received no response. He was out cold. Natsumi pounced on the blond haired intruder's back, trapping his arms with her legs just in case he came to. She carefully turned his head to the side to get a better look at his face.

"Oh!" She gasped, and covered her mouth. "This...this is the guy who danced with me at the ball! Oh my god...I just gave severe brain damage to the one guy who actually wanted to dance with me that night." She whined.

She was still on edge, as she didn't really know or trust the man who had just broken into her room. All she knew is that she had one of the happiest feelings in her life when she danced with him. Natsumi took her bed sheet and tied it tight around the young man's arms, binding them to his torso. She propped him up so his head could rest against the soft side of her bed. "There. If he comes to, at least he'll be somewhat restrained..."

She sat and watched the boy for a while. Despite having just been cracked upside the head with a baseball bat, he looked serene in his slumber. He had an attractive face at that, just as she had remembered from the night he mysteriously asked her to dance.

"Nats...umi..." The boy began to mumble a bit as he came closer to consciousness.

"EH? How does he know my name? Does he know a friend of mine or something? I'm certain I've never seen him at school..." She crawled over to him and touched his shoulder lightly. "Hey, um. Are you okay?"

"Natsumi-aaaaaaagh, my head. What just happened?" the boy asked.

"Well, I thought you were a burglar or a rapist or something, so I kind of went to town on your head with my baseball bat...BUT DON'T TRY ANY FUNNY STUFF, I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT AGAIN OKAY?" she said in a shaky voice.

"That's my Natsumi." The boy smiled. The way her name sounded coming from him sounded so natural, like he had said it many times before. "Well, I suppose I deserve it for how I responded to your offer earlier."

"Wait...what? Don't even tell me. Giroro?"

He smirked. "Ahem-well, I thought maybe you wouldn't appreciate an alien invader sleeping in your room and that...perhaps...you might be more comfortable with another human." He winced, awaiting a response, and half expected another strike to the head with the baseball bat.

"Giroro...so it was you at the ball?"

"W-w-ha?" How could he have forgotten? The gun always turns a creature into the same human form each time, so of course Natsumi would remember the face that went along with such a momentous event. He was completely embarrassed. (That whole plan didn't exactly end up like he wanted it to after all...)

"Well, I never got to thank the mysterious man who danced with me, so I suppose I can now, eh?" She began to untie the sheets that had bound Giroro's arms. "Thank you...Gi-ro-ro!"

He stood up, perhaps too quickly as a wave of dizziness came over him, his head still throbbing from the previous blow. "Hmhm-yes-well," he stammered, "this was a really bad idea anyway, I'll just be going. Sorry to have scared you like that-" he suddenly felt a soft hand grab his own, that stopped him from heading towards the door. "Giroro..."

The sound of her voice was enough to make him never want to leave the room.

*gasp* will he flee? Will he stay? Also, curry is yummy (|=|) kuu~