"Come on, Kururu-sempai! Can't you at least try to walk, desu?" Tamama asked his companion in frustration. The tadpole had been, quite literally, dragging the yellow frog down the hall as he refused to walk on his own.
"Ku ku…I could, but I don't want to. I couldn't see where I was going anyway." Kururu responded, pointing at his face where the broken glasses had been removed.
Tamama merrily frowned, not wanting to admit that he had forgotten about that, and leaned his superior against a wall. "Then you may as well stay here. I'll bring help for you, desu." Without waiting for a response, the tadpole turned and trotted down the hall toward the exit into his leader's room.
The door to the fridge-shaped portal opened with a loud bang as the tadpole shoved it just a bit too forcefully; the inhabitant of the room nearly jumping out of his skin at the sound.
"Tamama-nitou! What's the meaning of crashing in like-Gah! What is that smell?" Keroro, stopping in the middle of his yelling at the tadpole, clamped his hands over his nose and mouth and turned his head slightly in a disgusted manner. Tamama, pausing halfway through the doorway, glanced down at himself and grimaced at the sight of his still puke spattered stomach.
"I'm sorry, Gunsou-san, I'll clean up later! But Kururu-sempai is sick and needs help, desu."
At the mention of a sick team mate, even if it was Kururu, the green frog seemed to spring into a sort of frenzied motherly mode. "Kururu sick? Take me to him, Tamama-kun!" And so, with a salute from the youngster, the two were off through the portal and rushing to the side of the yellow frog.
Said yellow frog, however, seemed to have found someone else to help him. Or rather, he had found someone to pester.
"Let go of my leg!"
"But sempai, you should always help those in need. Ku ku ku."
"I don't care what I should do! Let go of me!"
Following the sounds of rage down the hall, the green and black frogs came upon a sight that both amused and frightened them at the same time. Giroro stood with his hands against a wall, one leg lifted as if to kick at the other, while Kururu had wrapped both of his arms tightly around the red frog's other leg. Kururu, it was noted even with his eyes tightly shut, seemed to be enjoying himself as he tormented the other. Luckily for him, Keroro decided to spare him the fierce kick in the face that the other was preparing.
"Giroro-kun, stop!" the sergeant called as he and his companion trotted over to them. The soldier looked up at the voice of his leader and seemed to calm down a tiny bit; at least lowering his foot to the ground, but instantly regretting it as it was seized along with the other by the now chuckling yellow frog. The red dharma went crashing down against the wall, much to his parasite's amusement, and growled low in his throat.
"There had better be a very good reason I have to deal with this, Keroro." His eyes were filled with hatred, mostly at Kururu but directed at the green one, as he spoke in his dangerous tone.
"Oh there is, there is!" Keroro, fearing for his safety, waved his hands in front of his face and spoke quickly. "Kururu is sick! I was coming over to see for myself, but you got here first!"
"That's right, sempai!" Tamama piped up to defend his leader. "I found him in his lab and he puked on me and everything, desu!"
"Ku ku ku. I told you I was sick, sempai. Now why don't you carry me to the sick bay, hm?" Kururu decided to speak from the floor, his words sending an unseen tremor up Giroro's back.
"Hell no! I'm not carrying you!" The soldier spat at the other as he aimed to deliver that kick from a bit before.
"I don't know, Giroro-kun…He can't see without his glasses and you're the strongest one here…" Keroro said almost too softly. Still, his words caught the ears of the dharma and added another tremor.
So after a small fight between them all, Giroro was made to carry his most hated enemy down the long hall to the sick bay. Said enemy, however, quite enjoyed his trip and chuckled softly the whole way.
Giroro couldn't have been happier to drop the other onto the crisp white sheets of the sick bay's bed; instantly moving away so as to avoid becoming grabbed and trapped again. Kururu pouted a slight bit at the rough treatment, he was still feeling queasy after all, and shifted around until he felt most comfortable.
"So…" Keroro began, scratching the side of his head with a confused expression as he looked over the various pieces of medical equipment around the room. "How exactly do we do this?" He turned to the other two for advice, but receiving only mirrored expressions to his. "Neither of you know? Kururu?"
"I can't see to tell you what you're doing. And I'd advise you not to be messing with things you don't understand. I don't feel like being electrocuted or poisoned today, ku ku ku."
Giroro seemed to think about that statement just a little too seriously, a small grin forming over his face before shaking his head. "I hate to say this, and I mean I seriously hate to say this, but perhaps we should call an actual nurse, Keroro." He muttered to his leader.
"Oh! Great idea, Giroro-kun!" He praised the other loudly, turning to Tamama. "Tamama-nitou! Go wash up quickly!"
"Yes, sir!" The tadpole saluted and quickly dashed off out of the room to clean himself off.
A sigh of relief came from the red and green frogs simultaneously, the latter closing his eyes and leaning over slightly. "I'm glad he left already. That smell is enough to get anyone sick." Keroro muttered, more to himself than to his companions. After a moment of staying quiet, the two looked at each other.
"So…I suppose we should make that call now?" Giroro asked with a disproving tone. His answer was a curt nod and he sighed again before following his leader out of the room and toward the main part of the base where the massive computer screen used to communicate with others was located.
Something deep down began to nag at him that things were about to take a turn for the worse.
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Dun dun dun! Who will the mystery call go out to?
Sorry if it seems like this chapter is half-assed, because it was. I got violently sick from food poisoning for a while and lost my train of thought for this chapter. I promise the next one will have more going on.
Ave-Three: There may or may not be romance involved; I'm still undecided. I'm leaning more toward yes though. Just trying to factor it in there somewhere.