Red Sky At Morning - Chapter 7Back To Light
Giroro's tears were rolling down the side of the yellow Keronian's chest. He had been like this for a few minutes at most: sobbing into the unmoving body of the one Keronaian who he really cared about. Every second seemed to last an hour, ever minute a day. He knew how movie-like and crap it sounded, but it really felt like time had stopped. Everything seemed so silent after the screaming had stopped, and he wondered vaguely if he had woken anyone up, before deciding that he didn't really care about that.
Once again, he became enveloped in his own thoughts, his own depression, his own wishes and hopes, hoping this was only a bad dream, and that he would wake up to find that they had fallen asleep on the cinder blocks around the fire. He'd tell her how he felt as soon as he woke up. Gently caressing her face, he promised to himself that he would, that she wouldn't have to wait any longer to know his true thoughts and feelings, not the fake hate that he ha
Red Sky at Morning - Chapter 6Drifting to Darkness
“Korara's ill?” Natsumi asked as she looked up at the corporal, sliding her bookmark into her book before turning her full attention to him.
“She has a fever. I was wondering if you knew how to help..?”
Placing the book to one side, the pink-haired girl stood up and headed towards the bathroom. When she got there, she opened the door of one of the small cupboards, rumaging through it for something to help.
Eventually, she found a flannel. Pulling it out, she closed the door quietly and took a few steps to the sink. Running the water for a few seconds, making sure that it was the right temperature, she soaked the flannel for about half a minute before carefully passing it to the red Keronain waiting behind her.
“Place this on her forehead and make sure that she stays put until the fever's gone.”
Nodding, the corporal began to head out of the room.
“Huh?” Stopping in his
Red Sky At Morning - Chapter 4There's a first time for everything.
The pair had sat in silence since Natsumi had left, both of them too occupied with their own thoughts to even attempt some form of conversation. This, however, was soon broken as Giroro turned to Kururu, deciding to speak his mind.
“...Do you think she knows?”
“Knows what..?” The sgt major looked up at him, confused.
“That Korara is actually you..”
The confusion disappeared from her face as she looked up at the sky. “Oh...possibly. She's more intelligent than Tamama, she'll figure it out soon.”
Silence descended over the two again and Kururu was soon enveloped in her own thoughts. Soon, she began to get a strange feeling...almost like she was being watched... Glancing up at Giroro again, she jumped, noticing that he was staring at her.
“Why are you staring at me?”
A blush slowly crept across the corporal's face as he spoke. “I'm not...”
Red Sky At Morning - Chapter 3Does she know...?
Natsumi looked out of the kitchen window for what seemed like the millionth time, looking out into the garden and watching Giroro and 'Korara'. Tamama had run into the house about half an hour ago, telling everyone about the corporal's girlfriend...everyone but Kururu, that is. The sgt major couldn't be found by anyone, and Natsumi was beginning to wonder if she was the only one who had made the connection between Kururu's absence and Korara's arrival, and her suspicions kept growing as she watched the two in the garden. There was, however, one thought lingering in the back of her mind that made her doubt her hunch: since when did Giroro like Kururu?
Over the many years that the Keroro platoon had been living under their house, she had come to realize that the corporal admired her, to the point where he had ended up developing a crush on her. She had to admit that the thought creeped her out a little, but she had never told him that she knew, or ho
Chapter 13: Red And Yellow Devils
Giroro put his hands up to block the gun, but that was pointless. He looked down at himself after the flash of light and sighed in relief. "Back to normal..." He looked down at Kururu and got off of him, quickly pulling him close. "I'm sorry... I don't know what got into me..." He squeezed the Sgt. Major and gently touched his face, the blood staining his hands a darker shade. "Oh no... Let me help you..." He ran over to the extra bags, unpacking first-aid supplies. "Why do you have to make me angry, Kururu?" He gently washed the Sgt. Major's face with a disinfecting wipe and gave him a sad smile. "Why do you have to be such a jerk?”
Kururu didn't want to show any sign of pain and quickly brought out a small device, picking up his frames, and started zapping in new lenses to repair them, putting them on after Giroro touched his face and turned to get first-aid. "Kekeke! Not my fault you make it too tempting," he said with a grin, taking the disinfecting wipe from
Chapter 12: The Photoshoot
He was going to give Giroro a fun surprise to wake up to. Another experiment. Curse his poor self-restraint when it came to those. Well, he hoped it would be fun... But it was harmless, and if he didn't do it now, some day, he would cave in and do it. It was inevitably going to happen. In the morning, he woke up first, used his invention while Giroro was still asleep, careful not to disturb him, then he slowly moved to sit on the Corporal, slowly putting weight on him to wake him up as he leaned forward, a cheery look on his face. "Rise and shine," he greeted, and reached forward, tracing a finger around Giroro's cheek. He looked so pretty... as a woman. Apparently the if-you-were-the-opposite-gender gun DID work wonders.
Giroro yawned and look up at Kururu, smiling at first. Then he saw his reflection in Kururu's glasses. "What the..." His voice was higher pitched. He quickly stood up, pushing Kururu aside and stared into his belt buc
Chapter 8: My Guinea Pig
He kept laughing until a second or two into Giroro's intervention. He turned his eyes to him without moving his head and ended on a flat "...Ke." Was Giroro uncomfortable? He had reason to be, with what was going through the Sergeant Major's head. "I want to ask you a question, Corporal." he said, then laughed again, making the motion as though it was into his hand, but Giroro had taken his hand.
Giroro swallowed hard. It was almost less creepy with glasses on. Without the glasses, he could see those piercing eyes staring deep into him. "What is it, Sgt. Major...?" His voice was hesitant. Why did Kururu have to be so strange at times?
He turned his head just slightly to watch him analytically, studying him. "When you pursued Natsumi, and when you fantasized about her noticing and accepting you, what did you see happening? In general, how did you picture a relationship with her?" he questioned, and added. "Don't think about my jealousy. I'll know if you're twisti