Yin and Yang Chp. 1

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED JULY 7th, 2008.


Okayyyyy so bear with me, here. I'm really out of my fanfiction element here, but I had this idea on my brain and I knew I couldn't get back to my normal work until I'd flushed out my brain a bit, so bear with me. Ummmm there's a bit of language, nothing too bad, though, really. It'll never get worse than in the fansubs, I'm not big on some of the big curse words. Feedback is always much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

P.S.: Halfway through this, I think you'll think it's going one way, but it'S not, really. : )

Chapter one:

"Doraemmooonnnnnn!" came a bellow down the long metal hallway.

"Ku ku... Yes, Nobita?" the little yellow scientist didn't miss a beat, nor did he look away from the numerous screens in front of him, all which flickered back different points from the Hinata house. Natsumi was listening to her radio... Dororo was hidden among the rafters again, crying or.... Kururu didn't really care. Aki was at work, pulling another triple shift, while Fuyuki and Tamama remained glued to the television... It was all incredibly tedious, incredibly ordinary, and in Kururu's eyes, incredibly boring.

"I need your help!" ah, being needed. He may not have been a superstar among the group, but Kururu always enjoyed the opportunity to show off.

"Kukuku... Eh, and what is it now?" he could have some fun with this, Kururu thought with another trilling laugh as he turned around his chair and came face-to-face with the energetic Sergeant.

He had already agreed after Keroro's first sentence, but allowed the green frog to continue all the same. It was probably good he got out some of his energy this way.

After finishing his rather high-pitched and bothersome speech, having worked himself into a good pant, Keroro stood there, awaiting an answer.

"Kuku... Anything for you, fearless leader... But this will cost you," Kururu noted the Sergeant's smile quickly fell at this news, and was quick to add. "I don't want money from you."

"All right! I'm in!" Keroro shouted and clasped together his hands. "Kururu, Kururu, you little yellow genius, how can I ever pay you back?!"

Kururu gave another laugh and leaned back, folding his hands behind his head. "Well..." Anyone with a working conscience would have been unnerved at the yellow devil's laugh; Keroro's was clouded by pure energy and excitement, and the green platoon leader was quick to agree.




"You WHAT?!"

"G-Giroro Gocho, you know you scream way too much, i-it can't be healthy,:" Keroro chuckled, holding up his hands in defense. Bad move not covering his face instead; moments later there was a gun pointed square inbetween his eyes. "N-now it's just one little get together!"

"You sold me to the devil!" Giroro snarled, not paying mind Kururu, Tamama and Mois's presence in the meeting room. He had jumped over the desk and now stood on it, glaring down the gun at Keroro.

"Giroro Gocho, I think I'm a bit offended, kuku..." came a chuckle. Kururu was obviously amused by this, and Tamama looked back at the Sergeant Major with worry. "You really think I'll be that bad of a date?"

"It's all going towards the invasion, Giroro Gocho!" Keroro reassured the Corporal, who eased back a bit. "Kururu Socho's onto something, that was the only catch!"

"I don't trust you," Giroro spat, now turned back to Kururu.

"If my intent was to use you in an experiment I would've just abducted you, ku ku ku..." Kururu replied, looking as calm as ever as he spoke.

Giroro gave a growl and jumped down from the desk, and walked past Kururu and Tamama. He glared at the intelligence expert, stopping momentarily, "If this is some trick, I'll have your head."

"I'll see you at six," Kururu replied with a yawn and a stretch.

"....I've never seen him this upset, not in a long time," Tamama admitted after Giroro had gone.

"Pffft, Pekopon's made a drama queen out of him," Keroro waved his hand at this and brushed off the statement. "Now, on to more important things!"

"Could you say, a complete turnaround?" Mois chimed in.

"....Giroro-kun..." a small gentle voice came from the rafters, and the white tile above replaced itself silently.

"....A dinner date! He's crazier than anyone lets on, he should've been let go a long time ago," Giroro grumbled the whole way back to his tent. He then sighed and collapsed on one of the cinder blocks that surrounded the fire he tended to... Of all the damned luck, to finally get a date on Pekopon and it was with.... That thing.

He sulked outside until finally six in the evening rolled around, and he trudged back to the base.... If it was for the good of the invasion....

He couldn't bring himself to even speak to Natsumi; he felt as though he were cheating on her, in a way. He looked as though he was on his way to a funeral as he finally did make it down to Kururu's lab. He wanted nothing more than to shoot out the eyes of the facade on the front of the lab... Knock out the teeth, burn the entire thing to the ground and dance happily in its ashes.

"Kuku, how nice you could come," Kururu had set up a table in the middle of where he usually did a majority of his work.

"...Don't speak to me. Don't even look at me," Giroro seethed as he took a seat at the table. The indignity of his situation rose as he felt Kururu push in the chair, and Giroro clutched onto the edges of the seat; he knew with a little more pressure he would snap the box of the chair clear in half.

Kururu took a seat across from Giroro and folded his hands, then allowed his chin to rest on his hands, "So was the trip a rough one?"

"You have no idea," Giroro answered, taking a sip of water cautiously from a glass and taking the opportunity to take in the table spread and the surroundings. Some sort of music was playing in the background... Enka, he was sure Pekoponians referred to it. Slower music, usually played in bars or in old smoky hangouts. Characteristically uncool for Kururu, Giroro noted.

The table was spread and was actually quite nice... A candle in the middle, a pitcher with some sort of liquid, possibly tea... Giroro wasn't too certain. He was on high alert, dealing with Kururu. It was the same Kururu who had turned him into an ogre, a dog, and subjected him to numerous other horrid experiments over the years.

"Kukuku, eat up, it took me all afternoon," Kururu insisted, moving a hand over to the tray-covered plate in front of Giroro.

Giroro looked this over suspiciously, and Kururu laughed, "I understand you not trusting me, I don't really have a reputation for my kindness, do I?"

"The exact opposite," Giroro grumbled, and went to remove the cover from the plate. He winced a bit as he noticed the sharpness of the metal handle, and looked down at his own hand, which had a small cut on it as a result.

"Do you need a bandage?" Kururu leaned forward a bit to inspect the wound.

"No," Giroro answered quickly, dabbing the wound with a napkin. "There's some blood on the lid...."

"What do I care, I have a machine to wash it," Kururu shrugged.
"I'm not like Teicho, I don't take joy in chores."

Come to think of it, Giroro didn't have a clue what Kururu liked... Sure, there was curry, music, inventions, and tormenting... Kururu loved tormenting Giroro, for one reason or another...

"You've got your thinking face on, that's a new one," Kururu muttered, taking a bite of the curry on his plate.

Giroro looked down at his own plate; curry, of course it was curry. But after taking a reluctant bite, Giroro frowned in confusion, "Did you.... Put sweet potatoes in this?"

"I'm a genius, you think I couldn't have incorporated a sweet potato into a meal?" Kururu snorted.

Dinner was mainly in silence, and by the end of it all Giroro was no less on edge.

"Kururu... What's the reason for all of this?" Giroro demanded, looking offward while the mad scientist gave a cackle followed by a sip of water from his glass.

"I suppose I was lonely," Giroro nearly fell out of his chair at an answer this symbol, and looked Kururu over critically. "Even I like a change of pace, Giroro-kun... Kuku... Now, if you don't mind, I need my beauty sleep. I've been up three days straight, any longer and I could become irritable."

Giroro nodded this and slipped out of his seat and then, "I suppose then... Thank you."

The scientist said nothing, only stood from his own chair and walked off, leaving Giroro to wander back to his own tent, puzzled. He then eyed the tray lid, the one Giroro had cut his hand on, and lifted it up, giving a menacing grin and a loud, long cackle.



Little was seen of Kururu in the following weeks, much less than usual. When he was seen, it was usually sleeping in his chair or a hammock in his lab. Not only that, packages had begun to arrive for him in the mail, several at a time for days straight. They were unmarked, and Giroro was unfamiliar with the sender.

So life went on as usual. Three more plans sounded like a good idea, all to only fail horribly, each worse that the other. By the third failure, Giroro found himself in need of a splint, but fresh out of bandages. The house was also clean out; as much damage as Natsumi inflicted on all of them, especially Keroro, this was no surprise.

"That lunatic probably has some," Giroro muttered, looking down at his sore arm. Who knew that Pekoponian dolphins could put up so much of a fight?

It was his first trip to Kururu's by himself since the bizarre date all those weeks ago... It was no less eerie traveling there by himself, and he was irked as he found Kururu not in his usual seat.

He was about to turn to leave when he became aware of a wailing. Giroro was quick to snap into soldier mode and followed the cries, gun in hand. He didn't realize the blue streak following close behind him.

"Kururu?!" Giroro slid into the room, the pinpointed source of the wailing, and stopped dead. His blood chilled, and the room swayed a bit as he looked about the decorations; all of the pastel pinks, blues, and yellows. Decorations on the walls of adorable Pekoponian creatures, such as ducks, puppies, and kittens... A window in the middle of one wall, which was clearly screen that projected the view outside of one of the Hinatas' own windows, a crib beneath it with a matching mobile swaying dully around.

The floor was pink carpeted, and the rest of the room had white furniture, including a rocker, which Kururu himself sat in, holding a pink bundle. He was singing a song about a love for curry to the bundle.

"Giroro...kun?!" Dororo stopped short, also becoming frozen in place as he came upon the sight. "Kururu-dono?"

"Kururu.... W-what is all this?!" Giroro demanded, taking a few steps into the room.

"Kukuku.... Not so loud, you'll wake her up again. I had a mistake in the lab...."

"That.... That's one large mistake. A Keronian infant?" Giroro looked down at the light red, almost salmon-colored infant. She was now sleeping, a binky in her mouth and a purple skullcap on her head, with light pink earmuffs. "Who.... Who's is she?"

"Kukuku... She's a Keron super-soldier, a combination of brains and brawns, my best work to date. At least I hope so, with the effort it took."

"Y-You're her father?" Giroro sputtered. For once, Dororo didn't mind going unnoticed, as he watched from the doorway.

"If we want to be technical, I'm more of her mother, kuuukuku," Kururu apparently got a bit of amusement from this fact.

"T-then who's the father?" Giroro questioned.

"The number one sharpshooter on Keron, kuku," Kururu answered with a quiet chuckle, looking dead ahead at Giroro as he spoke.

"..........." the pastel room spun, and within moments, Giroro was on the floor of it.





Went in a different direction than you thought, neh? Well, I ought to have chapter two ready soon, after another quick read through, and hopefully I can keep my creative steam going to finish this up.