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Yin and Yang Chp. 7

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"Nya!" Kururu tumbled out of his chair and blinked a few times, wondering why everything looked as though he were in a fishbowl. The world had gone fuzzy on him, as well as upside down.

"Oh, wow, your eyes are pretty!" came a surprised gasp, and Kururu only gave a grumble and clutched onto the workbench, then began to feel around for his glasses while muttering "megane, megane" to himself. He finally managed to find them and put them on, blinking a few times to adjust to the high-powered lenses, and looked down at Kirere.

"....Good morning...."

"Kuku, debatable," Kururu returned, and picked up the blanket, looking at it curiously a moment then discarding and tossing it in his chair. "I have to get to work. Kuku, do as you please, just stay out of my way."

"Okay, are you sure there's nothing I... Okay," her voice fell as Kururu walked straight past her and to his computer. ".....Guess not."

She wandered out of the lab, and into the main Hinata house, where the children had to school and Aki was pulling another long shift. It didn't take long for her to become aware of a noise coming from the kitchen; she quietly crept into kitchen and saw Keroro happily singing to himself, in apron and bandanna, and polishing the kitchen table.

"Keroro-san!" she shouted happily, and Keroro jumped a bit, losing balance and slipping, landing face-first on the table.

"....I'm starting to notice a pattern here," Keroro muttered from his place on the table.

"What're you doing?"

"Ah, Kirere-chan," Keroro stood up, a bruise forming on his nose but a grin on his face all the same. "I'm filling my daily quota of chores. Getting a head start on things."

"Can I help? Kururu-san said to stay out of his way..." Kirere looked up to the Sergeant hopefully, and Keroro's mouth twitched.

"Really, I think I'll be fine," Keroro answered, his nerves continuing to fray as he grew aware of the fact he was in the most dangerous room in the house with the child who seemed to have trouble follow her everywhere. There was the collection of knives, the heavy metal pots... Even gruesome thoughts about what the dishwasher could do to him flashed through his mind.

"Why don't you go get some fresh air? All of these cleaning chemicals, they can't be healthy for you!" Keroro suggested. "At your age it was a challenge to get me to go indoors!"

Kirere gave a small sigh seeing as how she was not needed here either, and turned to leave through the sliding glass doors.

"Gero.... Crisis averted," Keroro sighed in relief, resting his hands and leaning on the kitchen table. It was at that moment that the back left leg on the table gave out, and Keroro slammed down on top of it.

"Now that... Was just unfair...." he groaned from his spot, which was again face-down on the table.

Kirere had every intent to go see what Giroro was doing next, but instead her attention was given completely to the sudden presence of Dororo in the backyard. The blue ninja was crouched down in order to pick up an unfortunate snail that had fallen on its side.

"There, there, little friend," he picked up the brown gastropod and deposited it on the leaf of a nearby potted plant. "Now don't go doing that again. I can't guarantee I'll be around to help you next time!"

Kirere couldn't even hide the laugh of awe, and Dororo turned around to face her, and gave a polite smile, "Kirere-chan, it's a little stormy for you to be out, isn't it?"

"I kept getting kicked out of places," she answered, kicking at the ground. "Where's Giroro-san at?" she turned and realized Giroro wasn't at his usual spot by his tent, and Neko was sleeping on one of the cinder blocks.

"I believe he went to get a message from Kururu-dono," Dororo answered. "And Tamama-dono is down there, as well."

"Aren't you going to go down there too, then?"

"I was down there to water my plants.... No one noticed...." he added, looking off ward and finishing off his sentence with a bit of a sad whine.

"T-that's okay! Who'd want to be a ninja everyone noticed all the time, anyway? It's good no one notices you!"

This just seemed to depress Dororo more.

"Ku ku! Looks like I'm not the only depressing one here anymore!" came a laugh from the now open sliding glass door. "That's wonderful news, kukukuku."

"I.... I didn't mean to do anything!" Kirere sputtered.

"...Ninja was a good profession for someone who always goes unnoticed," Dororo muttered absently.

"Whaa?" Kirere looked back to Dororo, then to Kururu.

"Ku ku! I'm not helping out; I get a kick out of things like this!" Kururu stepped out and had a hand to his mouth as he examined Dororo. "...Kuku, I could probably throw something at him and he wouldn't notice."

"Don't do that!"

"Kukuku, you're just like Giroro Senpai, can't take a joke. I changed my mind about that help."

"You did hear me, then?"

"Hard not to when you keep talking," Kururu answered with his creepy laugh intact. "Come on, get ready, I'm going to do some fieldwork, ku ku!"

"S-sorry again, Dororo-kun," Kirere whispered as she left the Keronian assassin to his thoughts.

Kururu led her down to the lab, not minding the screaming and pounding that was coming from one room.

"....That sounded like Giroro-san," Kirere stopped in front of one heavy metal door, then source of most of the noise, and stood there a few moments, gawking at the dents that had been made in it.

"Ku ku! We don't have time to investigate every strange noise around here, come on," Kururu stopped and looked back at her, and Kirere gave a nod and ran to keep up with him.




"IDIOT! You've done a lot of stupid crap, Keroro, but this takes it!" Giroro yelled from behind the thick glass wall.

"Tamama Nitohei, is he still going at it?" Keroro took a sip from his hot tea and watched from the safe side of the wall, beside Tamama.

Tamama looked up from his video game and nodded, "He's just started talking to himself now...."

"Thank goodness for a Giroro-proof room. It's the best expenditure we've made in months, in my opinion, gero," Keroro smiled, clearly relieved. There was still a large white bandage over his nose, from his previous encounter(s) with the table. "Now if I could just think of a way to Kirere-proof myself."

"Eh?" Tamama turned and looked to the sergeant.

"It seems that whenever she's near me, I fall under some sort of misfortune... At first I was just thinking it was coincidence, but then the table gave out of me, and it all became clear after recovering from the blackout!"

"Payback for everything you did to Giroro Goucho?" Tamama wondered aloud, looking back to Giroro. "....He's jumping on the walls again."

"Thank goodness for the padding, he'd probably scuff up the ceiling otherwise," Keroro answered calmly. "And I don't think I ever did that much to Giroro Goucho to deserve a table to the face twice. I wasn't that mean to him growing up."

"Ojii-sama?" Mois walked in and she, too, watched Giroro for a few moments. "Could you say, a strained relationship?"

"I simply sent out the invitation as a formality," Keroro answered, and all jumped as Giroro smacked his fist against the glass wall. "....But perhaps my finely-tuned military man courtesy went a step too far this time."

"I know you can see and hear me, Keroro you bastard!" Giroro shouted. "Let me out of here so I can end the source of my misery for once and for all!"

"....This could be a very long day," Keroro sighed. "Gero?"

Giroro's pounding on the glass was starting to work; there were cracks starting to form from where he kept pounding his fist. "D-don't tell me Kururu Soucho got cheap with the glass, of all things...."

Giroro had a good reason to break through the glass, and reach for Keroro; Keroro had been the one to send the invitation, after all. Garuru had sent a response back to the invitation he had been sent. He was very interested in meeting his niece.




"Wow!" Kirere leaned looked out the window of the small blue aircraft and at the zooming white and green ocean underneath them. She laughed as she saw a few dolphins jump up, and looked over to Kururu. He was unimpressed and definitely more focused on driving than anything. "Those're so cool!"

"We aren't here on a field trip, kuku," Kururu reminded her.

"What're we here for, then?" Kirere sat back in her seat and turned to Kururu, who gave another laugh.

"A project of mine," he answered. "....Nothing mechanical, per se, so it'll probably bore you."

"Then why're you taking me?"

"Kuku, I need the extra hands," he replied. "Here, these'll help you."

"Hrm?" she watched as Kururu revealed a box from the side of his chair and passed it to her. "Wow! These are for me?"

"Kuku, I figured you'd need those if you're going to be rummaging around Pekoponian trash with Giroro Senpai."

"They fit just right," Kirere slipped on the brown gloves and squeezed her hands a few times. "...Why're you being so nice?"

"Kuku! You think I'm being nice, eh?"

"Everyone says you're an unpopular jerk, but... You seem all right."

"Ku ku... Unpopular? I guess I am," he answered with a laugh. "It's a pair of gloves. Don't mistake it as anything more than that."

"Yeah," she nodded and gave a smile as she slipped the black bracelet over one of the gloves.

"Here we are," he pulled forward on the wheel, causing the craft to steadily descend closer and closer to the water.

"K-Kururu-san, we're going to go under!"

"That'd be the point."

"Can this thing go underwater?!"

"Well, we'll find out. Kuku, I guess there's a mechanical side to this trip, after all," he answered calmly, and the craft bounced and shook as it fell underwater. Kirere gave a yell and gripped onto the arms of her chair as tightly as possible. There were a few moments of this, and then she managed to open her eyes and look at the bright blue surrounding them both. A school of fish passed by, and she ran to the window to get a better look.

"Ku ku.... Looks like we're taking water," Kururu flipped through the screens in front of him, and then looked back to Kirere. "This is where you come in. Kuku, let's see exactly how quick you learn."

"What?! What about you!?"

"I've got my own things to attend to. Take the tool bag and get to work. Come on, before we're swimming home."

"O-okay," she jumped a bit, and ran towards the source of the leaks. "Yeah, I've got this," she added with a determined grin.



"....Well, it's good that it didn't get TOO high, right?" Kirere gave a nervous laugh, and looked from across the raft to Kururu. "And you got your information, right?"

Kururu said nothing to this, only looked back at the blue watercraft, which had indeed taken on a great amount of water. He had said nothing since pulling her out of the air/seacraft. It was half-submerged, its nose sticking up to the sky as it bobbed up and down in the water… It looked almost like one of the dolphins jumping out in the distance.

"Hey! Our ride's here!: she looked happily at the sight of big blocky Pekoponian suit transportation ship. Kururu still remained quiet to this; he allowed Kirere to climb up the ladder first, and he followed afterwards, rolling up the ladder and looking out at the ship.

"I'll pick it up later, ku ku," Kururu took one more look at the seacraft then climbed into the front next to Mois. "We're far out in international waters, and there's no one fishing here this time of year, so we ought to be safe."

"Could you say a few developmental oversights?" Mois replied, looking down at the wreckage and then momentarily at Kirere, who was seated in the back and looking downward at the floor. "Is she all right?"

"Meh," was Kururu's only answer, and he turned away from Mois and instead decided to look in the opposite direction of either girl for the entirety of the trip. He had screwed up and knew it; it wasn't like him to make mistakes but to actually have trusted a little novice with one of his inventions, and use it to test her... And now it would take weeks to rebuild, at the least.

Kirere was the first off of the ship, and she ran straight for Giroro's tent without even looking at Mois or Kururu.

It was evening now, and the sun had nearly set. Giroro had exhausted himself, and after teaching all respected parties another lesson (he had been handing out many in the past few days) he decided it was best to sit back and dread the inevitable.

"Giroro-san?" Kirere peered into his tent and then stepped in, just as he turned up the radio to listen to Saburo's evening radio show. "Are you busy now?"

"Kirere-chan? What happened?" it was obvious the girl had cried her entire way over to his tent, and she took a seat next to him. He was wondering who he would have to beat up now... More than likely Kururu. The idiot had probably finally gone and said something he shouldn't have...

"I messed up really bad, and I think Kururu-san's upset with me."

"Did he tell you?" Giroro continued to polish the rifle he'd been working on for some time now, another method of getting Garuru off of his mind. He'd all but worn off the finish on it.

"No, he didn't say anything... He didn't even laugh."

That was indeed a pretty bad sign, when Kururu didn't even laugh. His silence was scarier than any evil cackle the scientist could crow out.

"And now, we have a poem from...." Giroro drowned the rest of the message out, and looked to Kirere.

"Life is full of mistakes, it's about learning from them and growing stronger from them," he began. That sounded really cool, he mused to himself. He was about to begin another sentence, taking in another breath, but stopped short. Something had caught his attention on the radio.

"T.... That's one of my...." Giroro looked back at the radio, stone-white and horrified. "T-that one was for the garbage! H-how did it?...."

Eyes fell back on Kirere. She sat there now, squirming, and in a near-silent tone said, "I saw your mail, and.... It was.... Before you woke up... So I... I thought I'd help...."

"T-that one wasn't supposed to be read," Giroro now shook a bit. "...I need a few moments to myself...."

Kirere nodded, and backed out of the tent, leaving Giroro slumped over his gun and horrified. She continued backing away until she bumped into something, and fell to the ground. She looked up and saw the other tadpole member of the platoon.

"Tama-chan?" she stood up and dusted herself off. "What're you doing here?"

"Just star-gazing," he answered with an innocent grin. He'd heard everything. This would be like shooting fish in a barrel.

"Do you mind if I..."

"Nah, the more the merrier!" he grinned and took a seat on the grass and smiled at her.

"Thanks..." she sniffed and took a seat next to him.

"Aw... Kii-chi, what's wrong?" Tamama blinked and drew his attention away from the stars and to Kirere. "What're you looking so sad for?"

"I've messed up a lot for everyone... Everyone's mad at me."

"Mm, and with Giroro Goucho's brother coming over and all..." here came the setup.

"His brother? I... I didn't know he had one."

Tamama gave a nod and folded his arms, "Garuru Chuii. He's super-scary and he's higher-ranking than any of us. He could probably tell us to get back to Keron, and we'd have to do it. Giroro Gocho would never see Nat-chi again, and Gunso-san would have to leave Fuu-ki behind...."

"What? But he wouldn't do that, right?"

"Who knows," Tamama answered with a sigh. "He could be mad that there's a kid on the team distracting everyone."

"I don't know, you seem to do your part...."

It took all of Tamama's inner strength to not snap off at her right then and there; it would ruin everything that had been almost set up for him, "N-not.... Me..."

"O-oh," she nodded, now understanding. “So you all might have to go back because of me?"

"Even Dororo Heicho, and he loves it here. He spends most of his time protecting Pekopon!" Tamama added with a laugh. "We'll just see how it goes and hope for the best, right?!"

"....Mm... I have to get to bed, it's my bedtime," her voice dropped as she spoke, and she stood and headed to the sliding door.

"Oh, Kirere-chan!" Keroro stopped as she walked in; in arms there was a stack of newspapers for Giroro to burn. "Have a good night! Gero?" he added curiously as she answered back nothing, then he shrugged this off and went back to his business. A particularly shiny flyer fell from the top of the stack, and Keroro stepped on it and slid, falling back onto the concrete and the newspaper flying all about him. "Wha-what, that was a cheap shot! A cheap shot!"

"Gunso-san! Let me give a hand!" Tamama hopped up from his spot on the grass and cheerfully walked over to Keroro and began to help collect the papers. 'Heh, now she'll know better than to mess with the cute one....'
Chapter 7
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"T-that's okay! Who'd want to be a ninja everyone noticed all the time, anyway? It's good no one notices you!"

This just seemed to depress Dororo more.

after teaching all respected parties another lesson (he had been handing out many in the past few days)
"Who knows," Tamama answered with a sigh. "He could be mad that there's a kid on the team distracting everyone."

"I don't know, you seem to do your part...."


you are SUPER funny! : 3