Finally, the Giroro arc and Giroro and Natsumi chapters.
Giroro couldn't hear much out of his communicator besides static.
"Come in, Keroro Platoon, come in!" He yelled loudly. But he didn't hear anything. His communicator must have broken in the crash.
Good thing I have good reflexes or else I would have blown up with the rest of the ship. He had quickly done a back flip and escaped though, but he had bruised a few ribs and most of his things.
He tried to press some buttons on his communicator angrily and annoyed, desperately trying to figure out where his comrades were.
"Instant messaging app? Do our communicators even have that?" Giroro asked perplexed. Nobody was using it except Keroro who had dropped an excited message saying, 'At some place called the Hinata House! Come save me if get in trouble'
"Idiot." Giroro said to himself. He put his communicator away. Still, he is my platoon leader. I should look for him and get him out of whatever trouble he's found himself in.
And just his luck too, as he stealthy moved around in his anti-barrier he came across a house that looked rather normal- two stories with a red roof, called the Hinata House.
"Keroro's in there." Giroro grit his teeth. He got his weapons ready to charge in.
Wait, you're on your own. Giroro remembered. He tried not to be over-confident and cocky. Zemomo had taught him to try to conceal his anger and think before jumping into action. That was his name, right?
I should observe the captors that have Keroro before charging in to save him. Giroro decided. He had time before the Keron forces came to rescue them from the crash. He needed to think, to stay calm and collected.
He was a warrior. And he was going to destroy these pekoponians. But not because of sheer strength. He'd think his moves through. That way there was no chance to lose. He needed brains and brawn on his side to save Keroro's life.
Giroro went back into the bushes, hiding as he observed the pekoponians on the street.
Giroro was no idiot, and it didn't take him long to realize that Pekopon wasn't the planet that he had been told about. The pekoponians for one all knew about aliens and hunted them.
That's fine. I've been on plenty of planets like these to invade. Giroro stayed calm. He was a front line soldier.
His hand reached over to his broken communicator, but he stopped himself from telling his platoon mates he was fine. They wouldn't be able to hear him anyway.
Suddenly worry clouded his mind. He'd be fine, but what about Keroro, Tamama and Kululu? Keroro might have had experience as an invader but he was an idiot and although Giroro didn't like to admit it as Keroro's friend it was his job to protect him. Kululu was a jerk but by no means was he physically tough, one his own he would surely die, and for Tamama this was his first mission.
Giroro felt panic at having no whereabouts of his platoon mates, despite the fact that Keroro was likely captured in the Hinata House. He'd be the type to get captured instantly as a war prisoner.
The idea of invading this planet with only five platoon mates was very slim and it wasn't Giroro's main priority at the moment. It was his life and the life of his comrades. He had a warrior's honor after all.
I hate to think about it, but I haven't heard any news on the invasion. Keron might be orbiting around the planet waiting for us. No reinforcements had arrived, so Giroro had to consider the fact that their new mission was to get themselves off the planet safely.
Giroro wouldn't leave Tamama, Keroro and Kululu to die though. My main priority is now saving their lives. He had faith he could avoid capture and stay safe, even if the pekoponians knew about aliens they weren't as strong as him.
Giroro got out of his bushes and moved towards the Hinata House. Climbing up the walls, he staked out a spot in the gutter.
Recon mission. I'll figure out what sort of pekoponians I'm up against before attacking and saving Keroro. It might take weeks to set up the proper traps, gain the materials, but as long as I beat them it'll be fine. Giroro would not risk turning into a war prisoner- he might be his platoon's last hope after all.
So he waited- staked out the location near a window and listened and watched.
Eventually after the hours passed by the door to the room opened and a teenage pekoponian with pink hair walked in. She had her hair done up in pig tails and she looked somewhat muscular. Her left arm was robotic- something Giroro didn't think he'd see on pekoponian. Had it been severed?
Either way she looked tough.
"What an annoying day at school! Yayoi and Satsuki keep bothering me about getting a boyfriend." The pekoponian spoke out loud and dropped herself on her bed, "But I don't have time! I have aliens to smash! Who needs love when I have a job to do to defend my planet? They're so dumb!"
Ah...So I see, this pekoponian must be one of Pekopon's last line of defense. She looked tough, the robotic arm looked quite technologically advanced. Giroro noticed several holes for ammo in her arm. He could admire cool weaponry like that.
She looks strong. She looks like the type that would take Keroro prisoner. Briefly, Giroro wondered if he should reveal himself but as he saw the pekoponian tear up her pillow angrily he decided against it.
Giroro knew if he fought her without knowing how tough she was, without knowing her weaknesses, he risked losing. And he didn't want to be anyone's prisoner. I'd rather die than be a prisoner and I'll die willingly if I have to make the choice. Giroro wasn't even frightened. He was a strong warrior and he was prepared to die while laying down his life.
He needed to live though to save his platoon members. Especially Tamama. Tamama was young and didn't deserve this planet. I had my brother looking out for me when I was that age, he doesn't have anyone. Giroro wanted to protect him.
Giroro kept on watching the pekoponian girl until she went to sleep.
I'll follow her tomorrow, figure out how tough this female really is. Then I'll attack. Giroro promised himself.
He needed time to prepare.
Giroro stalked the pekoponian girl for a full weak, he managed to avoid capture and pitch a small camp in the bushes, finding food such as small rodents to cook and using rations. He was an expert survivalist.
But what interested him most was the foe that he had found himself distracted with. She was called Natsumi Hinata at school. And she was strong. But she seemed to have many weaknesses.
She's prone to angry outbursts for one. Giroro thought smugly as he watched her at school again, peering into a small window by the gym.
She wouldn't let anyone talk crap about her. If someone had something to say, they said it to her face or she would grab them with her robot arm and glare straight into their eyes as if she would kill them.
What Giroro found most compelling about Natsumi was that unlike the other pekoponians she seemed to have a clear drive- a goal, and a goal always made someone stronger. She wanted to protect her planet from rotten aliens at whatever cost.
Not only that but she carried herself with great confidence, courage, and not the cocky kind that Giroro was used to. Natsumi seemed to have earned that courage by being tough, that she deserved it. The other pekoponians seemed almost afraid of her.
They would grumble to themselves about her robot arms. "She's a psychopath." They would say to themselves, "Nobody needs to be that devoted to hunting aliens. She deals with aliens more than a social life."
"Excuse me?" Natsumi said kicking the concrete wall. It crumbled a little bit. "Did you say something about me?"
Giroro admired how she would confront her problems. Stop admiring her! You're just learning about the enemy. Doesn't matter if she's tough. This is just observation.
"We only said that you...You're a little different, I mean who else has a prosthetic arm at school? Did you lose a fight?" Some kid laughed.
Natsumi punched the wall right next to the kid's face. The kid screeched. "You think I would lose a fight?" She laughed.
The kid gulped.
"I...I heard you cut your own arm off." The other student gossiped. "But who would do something like that?"
"I needed a better weapon. An arm was an easy trade off." Natsumi said simply. She stretched her arm, "Care for me to test it on you guys?"
The students ran. "She needs a better role model in life!"
Natsumi frowned. "I don't need anyone except myself."
That wasn't the only instance of Natsumi being picked on in school, Giroro noted. People loved to gossip about his enemy and he was more than fine with them revealing all of Natsumi's secrets. It made her easier to beat.
"You think you're some sort of alien slayer or something?" A tough looking biker guy asked, cracking his knuckles as he glared at Natsumi, the scariest girl and toughest in school. "Or some sort of warrior princess defending the planet? You know teenagers like us have better things to do than politics and fighting."
"Maybe if they don't have a life. I'm working towards my future unlike you idiots." Natsumi frowned, "Warrior princess, I like the sound of that. Maybe if you call me that again I won't kick the living crap out of you." Her robotic fingers stretched as if to demonstrate each one. She grinned.
"I heard that you're just into battles and fighting because your father's in charge of the sword party!" The biker accused, "Weird that you'd side with the shield party after all that."
"Mention my father again and I really will kick the crap out of you." Natsumi threatened.
The biker smiled, like he now knew how to get under Natsumi's skin. "Going to cry? Ohhh is it because your dear daddy abandoned you, choosing your brother over you?"
Natsumi's eyes twitched.
"Maybe you kill only alien males because of your 'daddy issues'" The biker teased.
Natsumi's robotic hand shot out and grabbed the dude's meaty throat and tightened it's grasp on it. The biker gasped.
"It's because men, even my own race, are rather scummy. You've demonstrated that. And I'll remind you that I'd kill you if it wasn't illegal. But if you ever so much as mention any sort of remark like that again I won't care." Natsumi's grasp tightened.
The biker gurgled. He couldn't respond.
"My mother, who's a lot better than that sword party, might I remind you, heads the shield party. So I'd easily be able to get out of trouble." She tightened her grasp again. "I wonder how it feels to have human blood on my robotic hand."
The biker's eyes seemed to be begging and Natsumi dropped him.
"Cross me again and I suppose I'll find out." She smiled. She turned away as the biker cried and gasped.
She's strong. Giroro realized. He had picked up bits of information about the two party system of this world, the sword and shield party, but what interested him most was Natsumi.
He couldn't deny that he was excited by the aspect of their battle. She'd be a strong enemy to face. And when he beat her he'd be all the stronger.
He was giddy with excitement. He couldn't wait to beat Natsumi.
He had enough information to take her down, about her temper, how she relied on her robotic arm. He checked a bag of supplies he had, he had one pellet that would destroy technology if he threw it on the ground courtesy of Kululu.
Natsumi would be powerless without her arm. And he'd easily be able to beat her.
After a week of surveying Natsumi, Giroro broke into her house while she was out shopping. He easily set up traps and bombs everywhere with very hard to see wire.
He then waited in her room.
Just in case she gets here. But I doubt she can survive my bombs. He hadn't seen Keroro, perhaps Natsumi was keeping him someplace else, but he'd search the house more thoroughly after she was dead.
He heard the door open downstairs and he heard some of his bombs blow up. He had made sure to set up the pellet so that Natsumi couldn't use her robot arm.
She'd have to literally beat him with one of her hands tied behind her back. And he was sure that was impossible.
"Good-bye Natsumi." Giroro grinned.
Suddenly another bomb blew up.
"No way, did it take more than one to get her?" Giroro asked. More and more kept exploding as the room shook.
Suddenly the door flew open and Natsumi was there, glaring at the small frog alien on her bed. Her arm was hanging to her side, unable to be used.
"How did you survive?" Giroro growled, "I made sure to put the bombs in all of your blind spots."
Natsumi glared. "I felt like something was watching me. Was it you? I have to give you props, I didn't realize that an alien was stalking me. That's the first time someone's gotten past my defenses."
Giroro grinned. So they were both impressed by the other.
"I'll get past those defenses again to kill you." Giroro growled.
"I doubt that. You only get one victory." Natsumi jumped up as Giroro shot a rocket launcher at her, it flew into the wall. "Obviously I set your bombs off by throwing some potatoes at them. Running past them before they exploded also worked." Natsumi glared. She glanced at Giroro's weapons, "An invader?" She assumed.
Giroro grinned proudly. "I'm touched you knew."
He threw a barrage of bullets at Natsumi again, but she quickly evaded him. And before he knew it she was in front of him.
"You don't have your weapon to relay on." Giroro hissed.
Natsumi brought her arm with human skin up. "I don't need it to beat you." She punched him in the face. He felt her knuckles dig into his cheek.
He was sent flying out the window. He had lost.
What...What's happening? Giroro realized. She beat me? But I thought I calculated for everything? Was it a mistake of mine...?
Time seemed to slow down as he realized he had lost. She really is a warrior princess. She's the strongest warrior I've ever met. I've never met anyone like her.
It wasn't a mistake of his. Natsumi was just too strong for him. He felt his heart beating in a way he had never felt and weird butterflies in his stomach.
Fighting had never given him this sort of joy before. But he knew what the feeling was.
...Is this love? Oh no...Oh no! How could I be such an idiot to fall for a girl for punching me through a window? It was his ideal love story. He was that much of an idiot.
Because no matter how prepared Giroro wanted to be, he was still an idiot deep down. And he had fallen in love with the enemy.
He fell to the ground, not dead. But he wished Natsumi would come out and kill him. After all his heart was her prisoner, and that was worse than anything she could do to him.
He heard the glass door slide open as she walked out. He didn't even dare to move. He just stared at the sky realizing how pitiful his situation was. He wasn't getting out of it.
She knelt down next to him. Giroro wasn't frightened. What reason did he have to be frightened of these pekoponians.
"You lost. You're my slave now, just like all the rest." Natsumi whispered.
Giroro jolted up. "I'll never be your slave!" He might have been in love with her, but he'd rather die than literally be a prisoner. "Why does a warrior princess like you even need slaves anyway? Just kill me and get it over with!"
Natsumi smiled for a moment, "Warrior princess, huh?" She thought to herself.
Giroro blushed. He hadn't meant to call her that.
She stood up and offered her hand. "Well, you're new to this planet, so I'll give you an orientation. You thought you'd come here to invade but you obviously got your butt kicked by me instead." She grinned, "And by our law as the person who's beaten you, you're mine to do with as I please." Natsumi glanced over, "My name's Natsumi by the way, but you already know that I assume, stalker." She hissed.
"Giroro." Giroro covered his mouth. Why had he given her his name?
"I myself like to collect pretty boys. Call it my harem of exotic aliens." Natsumi told him, "Those are the slaves I keep."
"I'm not one of those." Giroro said gruffly, "So just get it over and kill me."
He briefly remembered something that someone had said about Natsumi. She only kills male aliens. So was this a ruse?
What was going on?
She leaned down and touched Giroro's scar briefly. Giroro could feel his face heat up. "I like your scar." Natsumi decided, "I suppose I can dress you up in funny outfits for me."
Giroro frowned. Kululu did enough of that already.
"I've decided. You can live for now." Natsumi nodded, "You can be my sex slave."
Giroro's mouth dropped open. That was the type of slaves Natsumi kept? He would have never guessed.
So that's why she doesn't have a boyfriend. He realized with dread. Did she hate aliens or was she an alien lover?
He was disgusted and both turned on at the same time. This love feeling was confusing. And what disgusted his most was that he was intrigued at the aspect of being Natsumi's slave.
He had turned over a new leaf. And he realized almost immediately how pathetic he was.
He was doomed.
I just wanted to assure you in case you thought something was going to happen that there will be no sexual assault in this story, do not fret. That is not the kind of torture I will put any of these characters through.
Near death experiences and other tortures are still on though.
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