A day in the life of Pururu. – By The-Derp-We-Call-Taruru

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{{A/N: Aaaaand I'm back! Didja miss me readers? …no? Oh okay, fine then. Geez... Not even a little? Okay…fine, be that way, gosh. (I wouldn't blame you. All the spelling errors in that last chapter. Oh god. I read through the next day and cried at how awfully it was written. I always regret posting late at night. Yet here I am, doing it again right now. I will never learn).
I've been really busy with things and I lost the inspiration to write and I got caught up, so yes. No matter, I have returned now.
I FINISHED MY LAST EXAM THIS SCHOOL YEAR. WOO. 'AS' is over. (nowjusttostartrevising'A2'fornextyear *sob*).
The author is happy. I finished it. *bows* Yes. This pleases the author.
Afterwards me and my friends went to MCMexpo for the weekend to celebrate, (basically the British comicon). I dressed as Pururu. I have a giant head. I will post pictures on Tumblr. I look fabulous. (~o3o)~
Anyway, on my way home for the first time in months, geez I can't remember what my family looks like…*ahem*. Writing this in a taxi late at night. Forgive me.
Aw geez, I keep writing these ridiculously long A/N's. Sorry, I must irritate the heck out of you guys. I do tend to go off on tangents unless someone is there to stop me. XD
Anyway, thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter guys, reading them makes my day!
Enjoy~}}

Work diary: day 44

Greetings again headquarters!
Sorry it's been an entire week since I've updated. We've been busy busy busy! Ahaha ^^'
So, uh. At the beginning of the week we gained a new member of our platoon. Heheh, I better explain from the start.

So, I'm pretty sure my last entry was just after our mission on Galuneptunion. Well the morning after, when we woke up, we found that the cargo ship crew had arranged other transportation back, so we wouldn't need to take them. Needless to say, we were thrilled. None of us wanted to get back on that ship again…except Taruru, who for some reason had the sudden desire to play pirates again. Our joy didn't last long when we realized our spaceship was back on the north point of the planet.

Long story short, it was another very long day of traveling via boat. No-one was happy… excluding Taruru again, who is always happy. But we did make it back. Only to be greeted by yet another party. At least this time it was more up to date and such. We couldn't stay long though, we had to get back to you guys at headquarters for our next mission. We kind of snuck out halfway through without anyone noticing. Although we did have to come back twice because somehow Tororo kept disappearing to go back and eat the party cake. For a tubby tadpole, he sure can run fast.

Eventually we made it off that planet anyway, ahaha. ^^'
We travelled for the rest of the day, but that evening the lieutenant realized that the ship was almost out of fuel. Heh…I'm glad he noticed this time, I don't know how many more times we can crash land in the middle of the night before our luck runs out and the ship explodes or something. He decided it would be best if we landed down on a nearby planet and re-fuelled in the morning. Everyone was okay with this plan, quite frankly at this point I think we all just wanted to go to bed. The night before we'd slept in the sand, and that wasn't at all comfortable. I for one missed my pillow with a passion.
So we landed down on a very thicket-y looking planet and set up the shields while we slept for the night.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of screaming. Geez it scared the life out of me. I guess I was almost getting used to crash landing, so by habit I fell out of bed and grabbed my giant needle for safety. It took me a few minutes to remember that we weren't in space, therefore we could not be falling. That was a relief, but then where was the screaming coming from? It didn't even sound like anyone from our platoon. I wondered if maybe it was from outside. Maybe we'd forgotten to switch on the cloaking shield and scared some poor villager nearby or something.

After following the sound to investigate, and bumping into the others, who all seemed equally as confused, I found the source of the screaming.
It was a baby.
There was a baby in our ship.
A baby.

I'm going to assume that if this is being read at all, you probably have a confused expression on your face right now. Okay, that was my expression too. And pretty much everyone else in the platoon's expressions. Except Tororo who had his mouth stuffed with pizza and didn't seem to be aware of anything else in the world other than that mouthful of food.

After the initial shock I think everyone had different reactions. I obviously did the logical thing and picked up the poor crying thing to try and calm it down. It was kind of cute. Not a Keronjin though. It was kind of…fuzzy, and small, with one big round eye in the middle of its light yellow fluffy little face. It even had these two adorable little coloured wings on its back. I'm not the kind of frog that melts over baby's or anything, you know? But it really was adorable…at least once it stopped screaming.
The lieutenant just sat down where he was standing. He looked so…puzzled. I've never seen such a bewildered expression on someone's face in my whole life. I guess he was pondering over the question we all had in our minds. "Where the frog did this thing come from? And more importantly, how did it get past the ships defences? And more importantly than that…what on Keron do we do with it?". I don't think any of us had any idea how to look after a baby.
Zoruru just sort of stared at it for a while, almost as if it was a bomb or something. For a while I was worried he might try and hurt it. He kept telling me it might be dangerous. Now any random baby would be able to get past the ships defences. It may be a trap. In all fairness, it did have a point. We had no idea how this little thing had ended up here and for all I knew it could have been dangerous. I refused to put her down though. She still looked like a little baby, you'd have to be heartless to treat a baby like a bomb. After much arguing on the topic, eventually he gave in and went out searching for people on the planet that the kid may have belonged to. His search only lasted a few seconds when he realized this planet did not have breathable air. This only brought up more questions.
Tororo, after finishing his food and actually taking in the situation, started pulling faces at the lil' thing to try and make it cry. Which worked. Gosh I had such a headache that morning.
Taruru didn't seem bothered by it at all. He immediately took a shine to the baby and started calling it his little sister. After a few minutes though he got sent away by the leader to acquire aspirin, since my hands were full with the mysterious child and the crying was giving everyone a headache.

I honestly don't know how we managed to land on a planet with no breathable air, without knowing. I mean the ship functions to create air while we are in space, so we didn't need to worry about not being able to breathe inside. But we were almost out of fuel, we certainly didn't have enough to make it to the next planet. The plan was to go out and find fuel in a nearby village or something, but that was now not an option. Perhaps the leader forgot that not all planets are inhabitable to Keronjins, and we need to check for air before landing. Poor lieutenant, I think this forgetfulness is likely through overworking himself. It's not his fault.

Either way, once again we were stuck. The lieutenant refused to call upon you guys at headquarters this time. He said we have relied on you too much for assistance. Personally I think it's a pride thing. You know what boys are like, they just can't ask for help when it's needed. I suppose in a way he has a point though, I'm sure you guys have much more important things to deal with than us.

Anyway, until we could come up with some way of finding a fuel source, we decided we'd just have to roll with it for the time being. Tororo was convinced he could come up with something, and he's a smart kid, so we were not too concerned honestly. It was just 'what to do with this baby' that took everyone's attention really. Zoruru kept asking if he could use it for target practise, I'm sure he was just joking…I think… And the lieutenant wanted to lock it away, just in case it was dangerous. I must have seemed very sincere with my disagreement though because they both backed down immediately. I was hardly going to let them lock up a poor defenceless baby, even if it was a mysterious lil' thing. I felt a sort of…I don't know, a mothering instinct to protect it, I guess.
So that is how we ended up raising a baby for a week.

I think all together, as a platoon, we made pretty decent carers. At least for the most part. I mean, as I said, none of us had even the slightest knowledge of child care. Especially for a creature that was not even in our ships databank. But we kept it alive.
If anything, I think it really brought us together as teammates, and certainly helped with our responsibility skills.
We named her Baby.
…I know it's not a very creative name. The lieutenant didn't want her to be named at all, he hated the idea of the whole thing and just wanted the creature out of our ship. Taruru wanted to call it 'Madam pufflelumps yeastface'. In the end, no one could decide, so since we were already calling her "that baby thingy". We just decided to stick with that. It later got shortened to 'Baby'.

Feeding her proved a problem. As I said, we didn't even know what species she was. We had no idea what this baby would eat. So we did some experimenting. I insisted everything we fed her had to be blended. She may have moved on from liquid foods for all I knew, but I figured we best be on the safe side. We ended up blending half the items in our kitchen, to no avail. The last thing in our fridge we hadn't tried was that awful type G stuff. Fortunately though, for whatever reason, she seemed to take a great shine to this. She seemed to really enjoy it, it made everyone so intrigued that we all tried it ourselves. Urgh, take it from me, blended type G is so bad that even Taruru couldn't stomach it. Yuck. But Baby seemed to love it, so hey, who am I to argue.

Everyone wanted to burp her, I think even the lieutenant did a little. Not that he would say it out loud. I know none of the boys would have said it, but it was a really cute baby. Burping babies is pleasant. I'm not sure why, it's just very relaxing. I ended up burping her though. Come to think of it, I ended up doing just about everything on the first day. All the guys seemed to look to me for knowledge. I didn't know anything about babys. Maybe it was because I was the only girl…or because I was a nurse.

You know what comes after feeding a baby though right? I've never seen soldiers run away so fast. They were literally there one second, and as soon as the smell hit the air, they were gone. Even the lieutenant. They just ran for it and left me with the baby. The nerve of it. Geez, we've been on missions where we have been waist deep in monster guts, why was everyone so afraid of a baby's dirty diaper. Urgh, another task that was left to me anyway. I was most disappointed in my team at that moment.

I never realized how much responsibility went into taking care of a baby. I know I really should have known, I'm a nurse, I take care of people all the time. But geez, they cry all the time, and you have to figure out what is wrong with them, and they wake you up in the middle of the night screaming. They need to be fed and changed and rocked to sleep and played with and…urgh. They just need constant supervision. After the first day I think the others began to warm up to her a little, and thank goodness too, I don't think I would have coped with both my ship duties and raising a baby by myself. Baby slowly because….everyone's baby.
We made a rota of who did what. The lieutenant fed her. He acted like he was disgusted by her, but whenever I caught him alone with her, he looked incredibly comfortable. Almost happy. I know he has a younger brother, I used to be friends with him as a child. Perhaps it reminded him of things, you know? Sometimes small things remind me of my childhood and what life was like back home. It can get incredibly heart-breaking leaving everything you knew and loved behind. I think everyone gets a little homesick at times. Sometimes the memories we have are a great source of comfort.
Obviously it was my job to change her. I did not want this job, I would have been happier with any other job but that one. But it was the only job that everyone else absolutely refused to do. Urgh. Don't get me wrong, my platoon is amazing, the lieutenant is a fantastic leader, Zoruru is an unbelievable fighter, Taruru's laser eyes are crazy, and Tororo is a genius. But sometimes they act like children and sometimes I just lose all respect for my teammates temporarily. I honestly do.
Anyway, Taruru's job was to play with her and keep per entertained. He did a pretty good job really. I was really paranoid at first, I mean, Taruru is pretty clumsy. It's not his fault, he is just one of those people who is a few stars short of a galaxy. Perfectly nice person, one of the friendliest people I have ever met, just…odd. I was so worried that he was going to do something weird to her, like tie her to the ceiling fan or something. But in the end, he was a pretty decent babysitter, I have to commend him on that. Poor little guy grew so attached to that baby, he absolutely adored her. He treated her like a little sister and spend every free second he had when he wasn't working about on the ship playing with her.
Tororo had next to nothing to do with Baby. His job was to work on finding a fuel supply for the ship. He spend all his time locked away in his lab, I assume he spent it all working but I didn't really check. On the occasion he returned to us for food. The leader locked the fridge after the first two days, he said if we were going to be there for much longer and Tororo kept eating as much as he did, we might run out of food supplies. Tororo really does eat a lot of food.
Zoruru's job was to stay away from the baby. Quite frankly he is made of razor blades and weapons, and at the beginning he wouldn't stop making suggestions that we kill it. None of us trusted Zoruru with the baby. I don't think he blamed us either. One day half way through the week I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of her crying and it suddenly just stopped, that worried me more than the crying because I was often the only person to get up and see to her in the middle of the night, but when I went to go and check, it was Zoruru who had snuck in and picked her up and fed her to keep her silent. He seemed fairly safe with her actually. And to be honest, I'd never seen him look so peaceful in the whole time I have been in this platoon. Although when he noticed I was there he turned hostile and told me that if I mentioned it to anyone he would…well let's leave it at 'kill me'. I'm sure he didn't mean it literally, although he did leave a very graphic explanation which quite honestly churned my stomach. Despite it all, I think he developed just as much of an emotional connection to Baby as everyone else did, even though he wouldn't show it in the slightest.
That baby became a part of our platoon in the short time she was there.

Don't get me wrong, we didn't go soft or anything. Everyone continued their tasks around the ship, everyone trained in their elements and worked hard. One time the baby wouldn't stop crying so the lieutenant brought her in with him for gun practise and tried to teach her how to use a gun. I don't think he quite grasped the concept that a baby cannot hold a gun. He seemed to think that even at that young age se should be able to shoot a gun, always mumbling about how he was given a gun as a baby. Oh well…at least he tried to involve her. It's the thought that counts, right?

The week went by really fast, I don't know where the days went. Tororo was still no closer to finding a fuel source. Poor lil' guy was working his brains out trying to come up with a solution. To be perfectly honest…I don't think anyone minded. Everyone else seemed pretty okay with everything that was happening. It was certainly less stressful than all of the other situations we have been in in the past. It was almost like a vacation, except for the baby part.

At the end of the week, Baby started acting odd. So far she'd been like you would expect any baby to act. She cried, she laughed, she ate, she slept. But suddenly she stopped crying. We didn't even notice at first I don't think. It was only once Taruru pointed out that she'd gone all limp that we suddenly realized something was wrong. I think I kind of freaked out. I was sure she was sick. I ran test after test but I couldn't figure out what was wrong. She had an awfully high temperature, and she was so limp and weak all of a sudden. It really scared me. She could have had anything, but apart from the temperature and the limpness, she had no other symptoms. She could have had anything.
It wasn't just me that worried either.
For once, Taruru stopped talking. He just stopped. All day long. He looked so worried, poor little guy. I don't think he understood what was happening. Obviously it was causing him distress though because Taruru never stops talking… and he was silent all day that day.
Zoruru just kind of sat around with Taruru. He acted like he didn't care at all, but his body language gave away clearly that he shared our concern for the little girl.
The lieutenant followed me around. Far too closely. Normally I think I would rather enjoy the closeness….*ahem* Um. Anyway, this time I really would have appreciated some space. I know the baby had him worried, not that he would say it out loud, you know what boys are like. I think he sort of wanted to help. Unfortunately, even with my specialist nurse training, I couldn't figure out what was wrong with the little thing, so the lieutenant really wasn't much help either. I know he meant well.

We stayed awake all night with her. Even after all the others had gone to bed. Me and the lieutenant stayed up and sat with her, frantically trying to figure out what was wrong. He sat with her, trying to get her to eat or at least cry, while I flicked through what seemed like endless medical journals and books looking for information. I remember at one point I looked up to see him hopelessly rocking the limp little thing in his arms, trying to bring some life into it. He kept a flat expression on his face all the time, the expression he always has. Taruru calls it 'the leader face', he does a pretty good impression if you ask him. I don't understand how he keeps a straight face all the time. My heart was broken and my eyes were tired, I was just about ready to have a break down.

Suddenly I found something though. I'd looked through my many medical books and found nothing. I simply gave up, I didn't know what else to do. As I went to go and put away the books though, I noticed that there was one left on my shelf.
It wasn't a medical book, it was a fairy-tale story, The tadpole princess and the invisible Margarinefly, it was my favourite one as a child. When I left to join the Keron army I brought it with me, it brings back good memories when I get homesick on the occasion.
I figured, since all else had failed and my heart was slowly shattering into a billion pieces at the sight of the child we had all began to sort of love got weaker and weaker, that it was time to give in and just make sure she was comfortable while we waited to see what would happen to her. So it was time for a bedtime story.
Who knew that children's book would give me the information I needed when all my medical journals had failed on me?

In case you've never read it. 'The tadpole princess and the invisible Margarinefly' is a classic Keronjin children's book about a young princess who is locked up in a castle by her father to protect her from the dangers of the outside world. She gets so lonely because she cannot go out and make friends. One day she finds a small creature in her room and instantly befriends it, she calls it the Margarinefly because of its soft yellow fur and it's little colourful wings. She loves it and takes care of it and it becomes her best friend in the world. At the end of the story, her father finally lets her out of the castle. She makes friends with other Keronjins and becomes happy with a normal life, she no-longer needed the Margarinefly as a friend. But she still loved her friend the Margarinefly, he would always be her first and best friend. So instead of going out every day to play with the other children, she stayed inside after school with her little Margarinefly. One day she hurried home from school but found that her friend was very very sick. She did everything she could to take care of him, but nothing worked. Then he burst into flames and shot off into the sky, exploding into a firework. It is said that Margarinefly are born from no-where where there are people that they know will love them. And then when they have been loved and cherished enough, they go back into the sky from whence they came, in a beautiful release of energy. After that, the princess went back to her real friends, she never forgot about the Margarinefly though.

…The illustrations looked very familiar. It took me a long time to realise where I was seeing them.

Baby was a Margarinefly.

I know it seems ridiculous, I know it's supposed to be just a fairytale. But really, she looked just like the picture. Even the lieutenant seemed pretty awestruck by it. She had the same fur and the same little wings, the same big shining eye. Of course, we both came to realization too late that she wasn't sick after all, she was just preparing herself to explode back into space. We were both tired and it didn't really click until after it had happened.

Next thing we knew, she was alight. I was impressed with the lieutenant, he jumped but he didn't drop her. He has some pretty bad burns on his hands actually, I spent aged holding his hands under the cold tap, as much as he dismissed the idea. She just spontaneously combusted and shot off, she kind of bounced off several walls and down the corridor. We were dumbstruck, but we both followed anyway. She bounced through almost every room in the ship, waking everyone up. Tired and confused, we all dashed around the ship trying to follow this flaming ball of crazy. Eventually she shot into the ships fuel room, we weren't quite fast enough to follow her in, all we heard was a sudden explosion. I assume that was her releasing energy as she zipped back into space. The ship suddenly started again, I guess the burst of energy was enough to fill the fuel tank.
…Don't ask me how that works. Ask Tororo. I don't understand technical stuff.

We spent the rest of the night traveling until we could land on a better planet, this time one with fuel and food and most importantly, air. Everyone seems so miserable. There's no crying or whining or anything. There just seems to be an aura of sad everywhere. Everyone is doing everything as normal, but it's so silent. Taruru's not chatting away, Tororo's not stuffing his face with food, Zoruru's not threatening to kill Taruru. The leader is normally silent anyway, but now he seems to be giving off an….advanced silence. It's hard to explain.

Myself? Actually I don't feel sad at all. Sure, I miss Baby. She was our platoon baby, and she will always be as such. But I know the reason she left was because we gave her all the love and support she needed to move on in life. And that makes me happy. I just know next time she'll end up in another place with another person, or group of people to love her. She will lead a happy existence, so that makes everything okay to me.

I hope the others cheer up soon. I don't like this silence. Maybe I'll put on the radio.

…

Oh…that was an awful idea. We only get one station and this is a sad song about missing someone. Drats how do I turn this thing off? Oh dammit!

Urgh.

It's going to be a loooong trip back home.
Well at least there's another mission ahead, right? I hope it's a good one.

I'll update again when I can, but for now I better go and try to cheer everyone up. Goodness knows how.

Sincerely, Pururu~

{{ Woohoo it's 2:30 am. I do not even care, it is the holidays now and I don't gots ta do nothing tomorrow. Except read fanfiction, draw, eat, and make all those little keroro models I got at MCM. They'resocuteImusttakephotosthey'relikegundamkeror ocharacters! Ahem~
Sorry about spelling and grammar. Sorry about out of character-ness. Most of all, sorry for the lack of Tororo. This chapter has a Tororo deficiency. In fact, there's not nearly enough of most of the characters. Maybe I should do a different story for each characters journal. Hmm….Maybe one day when I can actually promise to keep something like that going.
By the way, if you don't get it. Margarinefly is a pun on butterfly. You know, butter, margarine? You guys in America do HAVE margarine right? It's like butter but in tubs. Uh…never mind. o^o'
Anyway. Goodnight dear readers~}}