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Another Giroro chapter.

Giroro didn't mind being alone, without the rest of his platoon. What he did mind was the thought of being without Natsumi.

She told me to leave. He knew he couldn't back to the woman he had fallen in love with, but he didn't know where to go. He was so alone as he set up camp in a nearby forest where he had dropped his communicator.

Briefly he thought about going to rescue Kululu. His advice had probably been terrible and probably had gotten Kululu quite literally screwed, but Giroro didn't care enough for him to risk his life for the little creep. He had a warrior's honor, but not that much honor. That was too far.

He poked a fire, just not feeling much of anything. He had never almost died on this planet but he felt that he had lost his heart, his heart out of his body and remaining forever with the temptress known as Natsumi.

I want to see her. Giroro stood up abruptly. He'd go back to her. She clearly didn't hate him, maybe he'd reassure her prove his love to her.

If Dororo and Koyuki could be a thing, he could surely be something with Natsumi. Even if she had been trying to kill him, he still tasted her lips upon his.

It was a treasured moment.

He heard rustling in the bushes. Grabbing his gun he looked forward as Kululu walked over and leaned onto a tree.

He didn't look like Giroro had remembered him, he looked weak and fatigued like he had actually given up.

"K-kululu? You got out?" Giroro saw that Kululu was holding his stomach.

"Giroro." Kululu's steps faltered and Giroro ran out to catch him instantly feeling bad for not going after him.

I'm a better survivalist than the rest. Giroro realized. This was a dangerous planet and he had no idea what kind of terrible trouble Kululu, Keroro and Tamama had found themselves in. He should have been a good platoon mate.

To Giroro's surprise Kululu hugged him.

Ick. I get it. This is one of his jokes, isn't it? He pretended to look injured just to fake some sort of gross feelings for me. Giroro tried to squirm his way out of Kululu's arms as Kululu held him tightly.

"I...I didn't know if any other keronians were alive. I thought for sure I'd never see you again." Kululu admitted.

"And I'm sure you'd hate that." Giroro sarcastically rolled his eyes.

"I didn't at first." Kululu confessed, "You're kind of annoying. But..." His body shook, "Anything is better than those pekoponians."

They were going to destroy him if they ever saw him again.

"Heck, I almost died so many times I lost count!" Kululu took his body off of Giroro, "And although you're dumb, like really dumb..."

"Hey!" Giroro growled.

"I realized you had your uses. You're a much better survivalist than I am. You're tough. You might be able to save me and defend me. And I don't plan on dying!" Kululu's voice shook.

And Giroro realized for a moment he was serious. "But...Really? A hug?"

"Ku, ku, ku. Had to make sure that your micro chip was working." Kululu sat down on Giroro's log. Giroro realized that he wouldn't be able to get out of this situation.

Giroro reached for his back trying to figure out what Kululu had inserted into him. He desperately searched but could find nothing. He was terrified.

"So...Seen anyone besides me?" Kululu asked. "Out of our platoon, I mean." He quickly got down to business.

That was one thing about Kululu. He cut to the chase. Was professional. And Giroro could tell he had been through a lot and was gravely injured. It wasn't the time for his jokes.

Keroro might still be joking even after all this.

"Dororo." Giroro admitted, "He's gone full on traitor. Tried to kill me."

"Who?" Kululu asked, "I don't think we ever had a platoon mate called that."

"He used to go by Zeroro." Giroro explained.

Kululu still couldn't recall him. But he nodded. "Tamama's at some mansion or something and the captain was at the Hinata house."

"Didn't see him." Giroro shook his head. "Hinata's a common name. Didn't see either of them." Worry clouded his mind for Tamama. If things had gone so badly for Kululu things could be bad for either of them too.

He looked at Kululu as Kululu rested and Giroro handed him a water bottle. "So...You managed to escape after all. Did...Did you screw the angol?"

"Did you manage to screw yourself out of your imprisonment?" Kululu answered with a question, "I bet that was your go to strategy since you gave me such terrible advice. Ku, ku, ku."

Giroro frowned. Screwing Natsumi was actually the very opposite thing of something to do to survive. But he had tried. He blushed deeply.

Kululu wasn't going to answer him.

"How did you escape?" Giroro finally asked. He only knew that Kululu had been captured by the government, betrayed and tortured.

Kululu was quiet for a moment. "Had a kinda of one-night stand with a hot alien babe then ran. Ku, ku, ku. You do something similar?"

"She..." Giroro's chest tightened, "Let me go." He admitted reluctantly.

"Mine let me go too." Kululu admitted softly. "She was a nice girl." After a moment's thought he added, "Pity she's probably dead now."

"What?" Giroro was confused.

Kululu didn't add anything to that.

The first few days of them hiding out in the forest were rocky. Kululu tried to keep to his old ways and tease Giroro which caused him in turn to blow a bunch of things up.

It was rocky. Their rivalry was still in set. And Giroro knew it wasn't doing any good for either of them.

"We have to stop this." He sighed. "We need to make temporary peace."

"Ku, ku, ku. You're only saying that cuz you're scared of me." Kululu teased, "But...You're probably right. It's fun to play with you but my goal is to get off of this planet."

Giroro nodded, he offered his hand to Kululu hoping Kululu wouldn't zap it as a prank.

He didn't. But as he shook his hand a shuriken was thrown between them.

"So you escaped. Both of you." Dororo hissed.

"Ah, so he's turned into a ninja." Kululu looked at Dororo with disinterest.

"Me and Dororo are evenly matched." Giroro admitted. "We could fight for hours." He got ready to defend Kululu though.

That was his job. He was a fighter, Kululu was the intelligence. Kululu wouldn't be able to win this fight on his own.

"Both of you will die." Dororo narrowed his eyes.

Kululu's hand drifted to Giroro's shoulder. He tapped it. His glasses glistened as if he had a plan.

He turned his back to Dororo. "Anyway Giroro what was the plan for today? Are we gathering supplies? Looking for the others?"

"Keroro's dead!" Dororo shouted.

Giroro caught on. He tried not to sweat about what Dororo had said about Keroro. "Supply run I would think."

"Ku, ku, ku, right on." Kululu gave a thumbs up.

Dororo ran forward with his sword. Giroro put his arm around Kululu and walked away Dororo narrowly missing him.

"STOP IGNORING ME! I'm not Zeroro anymore!" Dororo yelled. "Fine. I'll use my other way to kill people."

He ran over to Kululu who wasn't as fast. Kululu pretended to ignore him.

"I will kiss you!" Dororo declared.

It was clear that Kululu was physically confused by this declaration. It didn't make sense. But he continued to act like Dororo wasn't there as Dororo moved closer to kiss Kululu.

"Click." Kululu pressed his headphones and giant sound waves hit Dororo. Dororo was thrown against the tree by the blast. He covered his ears.

He couldn't hear anything and was very dizzy.

"What did you do?" Giroro asked.

"Sound attack." Kululu responded, "Should buy us some time away from that weirdo. Mois was way tougher than him. Ku, ku, ku."

The two walked away, leaving Dororo to cry.

"I'll kill you next time!" He shouted pathetically.

They set up a new camp very far away from where Dororo had attacked. The mushy feeling of missing Natsumi hadn't left Giroro.

"I'll take first watch." Giroro offered. "We...We made a good team today, Kululu." He was happy to finally put their rivalry to rest. To bond. It was nice to have Kululu on his side.

"I suppose. Brawns and brains is beneficial." Kululu rolled out Giroro's sleeping bag taking it for himself. Pekoponian winter was much colder than Keronian winter. Keron didn't have seasons.

Keronians got cold easily. "Do you think the captain is really dead?"

"He might be." Giroro admitted.
"You sad you're friend is dead?" Kululu mocked.

"I have new people in my life now." Giroro responded. Kululu smiled. He was unaware Giroro was talking about Natsumi.

Kululu didn't have any real friends. He had thought of Saburo as one briefly before he sold him out, so he was happy that someone would care about him if he died. He could be Giroro's new person in his life. It made him feel secure.

"I'm...I'm not leaving Pekopon." Giroro said after a moment, "I know our goal should be to leave and survive, but..." His mind went back to Natsumi, "There's something on this planet I've discovered is worth protecting."

Kululu frowned. He didn't want to die on the planet. It was his greatest fear to die alone, but he also knew there was something on this planet he couldn't leave either. There was this odd feeling of...obligation was it? It was mushy, but it was an odd sort of desire to see Mois again. Make her safe.

He was still frightened of her. Terrified. But he needed to save her. It wasn't a desire, it was a need.

"I...I think I've found something I need too." Kululu agreed. It wasn't right to leave Mois alone when she helped him.

And...If he died...He felt his stomach tightened at the idea in terror. If he died to complete his goal for some reason it wasn't as scary as dying alone. It was like he had a small purpose and something good about him.

Mois would remember him. That was enough.

I'll save you, no matter what. Kululu promised, thinking of Mois. She didn't need to scream any more. He'd go back for her.

He wouldn't just forget.

After a few hours of trying to sleep, Giroro wrangled himself into the sleeping bag for warmth. He didn't like having to pretty much snuggle with Kululu but sharing body warmth was a legit survival tactic and he couldn't afford to be picky no matter how much he wanted to be.

Kululu was still thinking about Mois. "Hey...Giroro?"

"If you say something gross I'm kicking you out of the sleeping bag." Giroro hissed.

"I was going to ask if you met any nice pekoponians that you trust. Ku, ku, ku. You're the gross one." Kululu teased.

Giroro frowned but blushed at the question. He trusted Natsumi. "N-no!"

"Oh? Is that denial? Ku, ku, ku." Kululu teased.

Giroro shook his head. "W-what about you? Any you trust? I mean, they're our enemies...We can't just befriend them."

"I thought I trusted one." Kululu admitted, "He saved my life so I felt like I owed him but he sold me out to the government first chance he got. I would have probably done the same, but...Still hurt. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu admitted. "So I would never trust any of these rotten pekoponians."

Giroro scowled. Natsumi wasn't awful! He wanted Kululu to take it back.

"There...There was one pekoponian who wasn't...Umm...As awful as the rest. She was tolerable. Tough. I'd trust her to watch my back if we had to fight together. Which we did, once, against Dororo." Giroro cleared his throat and stuttered as he talked about Natsumi.

Kululu turned around and saw Giroro blushing. "Oh? Are you in love with the enemy, corporal?" He noted.

"No! Never! I am not!" Giroro shouted and denied, hiding in the sleeping bag and trying to kick Kululu away.

He waited for the teasing to began. But it didn't happen. Kululu must have been able to tell that Giroro was head over heels for this pekoponian girl and it was too late for him.

"W-what...What does love feel like?" Kululu finally asked.

Is he going to say something like he feels it for me? Giroro was suspicious. "Well...It's like you want to protect them, you admire them. You like a lot of things they do and just watch them with constant interest. They take up your thoughts and your heart becomes painful when they aren't around or light when they're near. They're the most amazing thing in the universe and your just possessed by thoughts of them. The taste of their lips will never leave yours and um...I mean! Natsumi and I didn't kiss!" Giroro blushed.

Kululu wasn't listening to Giroro's denial. Instead he touched his own lips briefly trying not to remember what it was like to kiss Mois.

It was a feeling that brought him great guilt, but it felt nice too. The sexual contact had been initiated by him but she had initiated the kissing fully and brought it on. It had made her happy.

Crap. This confirms my fears. All of Giroro's non-specific examples he had. He possibly had a little bit of a crush on his enemy, the angol girl Angol Mois.

He didn't like this. Not because she was a bad person but that it was annoying to like someone. But he supposed he had sworn to protect her.

He was going to get her back at whatever cost.

"Going to bed." Kululu said, "Don't talk." He ordered.

Giroro was surprised he wasn't getting teased but he nodded, unaware Kululu had realized anything about himself.

Kululu hoped to have good dreams about his crush- perhaps even annoying ones, but instead the realization caused him nothing good.

When sleep hit him he could only hear her screams in his mind and mental images of all sorts of torture the pekoponians were cooking up for her.

And Kululu trembled from his sleep terrors. He was fine now, safe. But Mois was not and it was all his fault.

My chapter summary is actually just bullet points now so it's a bit more difficult to go off of.

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