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Consequences Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

And soon enough they were home, all beaten, worn, and when Aki arrived home, having snacks and drinks and sitting around the television, watching the morning news intently.

“In a dazzling scene this evening, we got a first-hand look at the up and coming live-action adaptation of a popular science fiction anime. The Nishizawa Peach Group lent out their airspace for this event, but they have declined to comment as to why there was no warning given, much less what film was being shot,” said the reporter.

“Come on, Admiral Geroro!” Keroro cried, hopping up on the coffee table excitedly.

“You fool, get down!” Giroro snapped as he joined the group in the living room with Kururu, the red soldier rubbing his aching cheek.

“Kuku, I’ll send you the bill, I hope your insurance is good,” Kururu took a seat laid out on the floor, and watched the news with his same dull expression as always.

“What, what have you all been up to? I’ve been trying to call…” Aki asked as she looked over the scene. “My motorcycle broke down…”

“Sorry, Mama… It’s… A really long story. We’ll tell you all about it in a little while, we promise,” Fuyuki replied, putting a hand behind his head. “Nishizawa-san?”

“Oh, I hope I’m not disturbing anyone!” Momoka waved apologetically. “I just figured since I was in the neighborhood I would bring by some treats.”
“Did… Did you say your motorcycle broke down?” Haruki stood, and Aki nodded. “You… It wouldn’t happen to be here, would it?”

“It’s right out front,” she pointed over his shoulder, and Haruki lit up.

“I’d gladly fix it for you, gratis,” Haruki grinned, “Your kids are awesome, by the way.”

He cringed at Natsumi’s glare, but kept a weak and hopeful smile.

“Well… You can’t beat free, can you?” Aki set down her helmet on the coffee table and stretched.

“Yo, Kirere! I’m gonna need my assistant on this, too,” Haruki nodded to her.

“Me?” she blinked.

“Yeah, c’mon! You’re cheap labor! We’ll pull it around back, so no one sees me working on it with a little alien,” Haruki answered, and patted her on the head as they walked out, Kirere skipping out happily.

‘She really… Seems to have a good time with those sorts of things….’ Giroro thought, and almost immediately his thoughts traveled back to Garuru’s words. Their family had been military for generations…

He was torn from his thoughts as Keroro hopped from the coffee table and onto something new; the sergeant suddenly seemed more than a little irritated.

“Kuku! Look who woke up!”

It was the teal Keronian, and he was looking about the room, clearly dazed and confused by all of the people staring back at him. Their main confusion was that with his armor gone, it was obvious he wasn’t much more than a child, either. He still had his tail and mainly white face. At most he was somewhere in between Kirere and Tamama’s ages.

He had abandoned his Keronian armor and now wore a simple red bandanna with a purple wheel-shaped symbol on it, much different from the symbol on his stomach, which was purple as well, and looked almost like a cross, save for the bottom, which was shorter and rounded off.

As his eyes fell on Keroro, the sergeant stopped, and shivered a bit, “My, how… Creepy…” From the cold chill that crept through the room, this was the general consensus.

His eyes were catlike, large and golden in color, with small black dots as pupils. As they scanned the room, they saw anything from fear, to confusion, to general unease amongst the group.

“Hey, I—Oh, he woke up!” Kirere chirped, and the teal Keronian turned around, and looked her over now. “And you’re short, now!” she added, holding up her hand and showing was only half a head taller than her, at most.

“K-Kirere…” Giroro shut his eyes. “You—”

“Do you have a name?” she tilted her head to the side, and he took a step back from her. “Mine’s Kirere, but I like to spell it ‘Kilele’ when I write it out!”

“…You totally flunked that whole ‘don’t talk to strangers’ thing…” Tamama announced.

“She just doesn’t retain, sometimes…” Giroro sighed, and shut his eyes.

“Eh? Oh!” Kirere jumped back as the strange Keronian rocked back and forth a bit, then fell back to the floor. “I killed him!”

“Kuku! He’s just fainted,” Kururu bent down to feel the boy’s pulse, and stood.

“Probably the stress,” Giroro folded his arms and looked down at him while Tamama dug into the bag of muffins Momoka had brought.

“Let’s make him a bed in Fuyuki’s room,” Aki lifted him up and tilted her head, smiling. “You all made another friend, or is this a big brother for you, Kirere-chan?”

“Nah, he’s enough,” Kirere glared at Tamama, who stopped eating briefly and exchanged the glare.

“Come on, let’s get you some more rest,” Aki held him like a small child and walked up the stairs with him.

“I’ll give you a hand,” Natsumi stood, and Giroro gave a small blush. She was so good with children….



When the strange Keronian finally woke up, he batted his eyes open, and found himself staring back up at a poster of an alien outstretching his hand to him. He gave a start, and tumbled off of Fuyuki’s bed, still tangled within the blankets.

“I told you it was a bad idea to put that up there,” Natsumi chided Fuyuki as she stood in the bedroom doorway with her hands on her hips. Fuyuki rolled away from his desk, and watched the Keronian still struggling with the sheets.

“Yeah, I’ll take it down.”

“Ohhhh he’s awake now. Let’s hope you don’t go fainting again,” Keroro entered cheerily with his apron on and a feather duster in his hand. What he didn’t know was Keroro was happy about this because it finally gave him an opportunity to seek his revenge.

As he looked around, the other Keronian noticed there were even more people in the room than he thought. The yellow one with glasses was on the floor, his back turned to him and typing away on the computer, while the pink one with headphones and gloves laid down on the floor, watching the one on the computer work.

“You slept two whole days!” Kirere announced as she remained at her spot on the floor. “We thought you were gonna make it for three, at the rate you were going!”

“Kuku! I finally found some information on him, Teicho, and it’s interesting,” Kururu announced, turning around to Keroro.

“Kirere? Hrm, looks like he woke up, too,” Giroro walked in, and looked at the young boy.

“So what’s your name, anyway?” Kirere asked him, and he only looked downward at the floor.

“I think I remember Kezanstav sensei calling him something…” Fuyuki added.

“Romama, kuuukuku!” Kururu chuckled, and the Keronian jerked his head back up.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Fuyuki snapped his fingers and nodded. “Romama!”

“Romama? Hrm… Sounds familiar,” Keroro said with a bit of thought, tapping his foot and duster in unison as he processed this name.

“Wait. Military history class,” Giroro blinked, and looked to Keroro, whose mouth fell open in surprise. “M-Major Romama, he…. That’s impossible, though! The Romama Platoon landed….”

“Such a long time ago,” Keroro finished, and all looked to the boy now.

“Eh? How long ago are we talking, Gunso?” Fuyuki asked.

“Kuku! It’d be the equivalent of Julius Caesar walking into the room for a Pekoponian,” Kirere’s eyes shone at this, and she hopped up, and looked Romama over.

“…You don’t look so old…”

“That would explain his fighting style!” Dororo chimed in, and all came to a start at the sound of the lance corporal’s voice.

“D-Dororo Heicho!” Keroro exclaimed, “When did you get here?”

“I-I’ve been here…” Dororo sputtered weakly, and his eyes then met with Romama’s. “The Demon Child.”

“Part of the original Pekopon investigation team,” Kururu added.

“O-original team?” Natsumi repeated.

“Before it was decided to invade Pekopon, some investigation teams were sent out… The Romama Platoon was the first platoon to go to investigate Pekopon, but—” Giroro was cut off by Dororo.

“They crashed landed and lost contact with Keron,” Dororo finished. “It’s always been a mystery as to what happened them, exactly.”

“Wow, an unsolved alien mystery! This is two occult mysteries in one, wow!” Fuyuki gasped in awe.

“Kuku! The trips to Pekopon took longer, then, so they were placed in age-suspension, a staple of ships then,” Kururu added. “It looks like he was trapped in it until recently.”

“So where’s the rest of your platoon?” Kirere asked, and Romama again looked away from her. “…Oh…. S-sorry….”

“Well, we’ll gladly allow Romama Shosa (Shosa=major) a spot here for the time being!” Keroro took Romama’s hand and patted it.

“That’s awfully nice for someone who wanted to rough him up first chance he got,” Natsumi said suspiciously. Keroro stopped, and his eyes went wide. He met with Romama’s glare moments later.

“He’s just kissing ass now because it’s Demon Romama he’s dealing with,” Giroro muttered.

Romama pulled is hand away from Keroro. Kirere then grabbed Romama’s hands and righted him, and then pulled him out of the room.

“Come on, I want to show you my room!” she announced, and he followed her, stumbling a little as she led him out.

“Kirere, I—” she was gone before Giroro could finished. Keroro remained there, half-bent over, and looked at the doorway worriedly.

“Ku-Kururu Socho, how positive are you that that’s Romama Shosa?” Keroro fidgeted a bit, and Kururu laughed.

“It’s a DNA match, Teicho,” Kururu announced. “It’s a one-hundred percent positive match.”

“Well, if you have his DNA, see if he has any relatives we can drop him off on. The last thing we need is a distraction like this,” Giroro answered sternly.

“Kuku! I’ll have to go back to my lab for that,” Kururu answered, and closed his laptop, then shuffled out of the bedroom.

“I’m going to make sure she doesn’t break anything,” Giroro added, and turned away. “You, too, Keroro.”

“Eh? Me?”

“Yes,” Giroro snapped, “Let’s get to work.”

“….I didn’t trust that,” Natsumi narrowed her eyes as only Dororo remained there in the room with her and Fuyuki.

“I hope that this isn’t too much for Romama-dono to handle,” Dororo folded his arms and looked contemplative.



“And look! These are my dolls…” Kirere held up a light green Keron doll and grinned proudly. “This one’s from Keron, Doro-kun’s Mama sent it in the last care package she sent him! …It’s one of my favorites.”

Romama was too busy looking about, taking in the pinks and purples. He took a seat on the bed, surprised by its softness and picking up the gray stuffed cat on her pillow. He then pulled out from beneath it what looked to be her journal, and opened it.

“No! Not… That,” Kirere pulled it from his hands and held it to her chest. “S-Sorry, it’s just…”

He was already across the room looking at the computer, though. It laid on her desk in pieces, a screwdriver and magnifying lamp also on the table.

“…I didn’t know what else to do with it, so I’m putting it back together,” she shrugged, and tossed the book beneath her bed.

“Kirere…” Giroro knocked on the door, and then opened the door. Romama was holding up another doll he had found on one of Kirere’s shelves. Giroro’s eye twitched; this guy was superior even to Garuru, and…

“We… We’re having a meeting. Come on,” Giroro motioned for her, and she and Romama walked to the meeting area, Romama looking about at everything all along the way.

“Could you say, so scary it’s cute?” Mois said with a squeal as she laid eyes on Romama. She lifted him up and hugged him, and Romama’s face went red with good reason.

“…M-Mois-dono, could you put the Demon Shosa down for the time being?” Keroro asked politely, and Mois did just this, and regained her station. Keroro hopped up on the podium and seemed pleased as now Tamama joined them. Romama gave one look to Tamama, and the teal Keronian’s face contorted in something that looked similar to fear for a moment.

“Ah, the gang is all here, and then some! Tamama Nitohei, I’d like you to meet the demon fighter of legend, Romama Shosa!” Keroro held out an arm to Romama, who only looked uncomfortable in his seat as all eyes fell on him. “I say with this new member, resonance is in order!”

Giroro stopped, “Wait, since when did we decide—”

“GEROGEROGEROGEROGEROGERO…”

“TAMATAMATAMATAMATAMATAMA…”

“DORODORODORODORODORODORODORO….”

“KURUKURUKURUKURUKURUKURUKURU…”

“Ugh… GIROGIROGIROGIROGIROGIROGIROGIRO…”

“KIREKIREKIREKIREKIRE… C’mon, Romama-kun!... KIREKIREKIRE… Eh? What’s wrong?”

All stopped as they saw something was indeed wrong; Romama remained silent even through their resonance.

“You don’t have to be so shy, Romama Shosa!” Keroro reassured him. “GEROGEROGERO—”

“Teicho-dono, I don’t think he can,” Dororo interjected suddenly, and the group looked at one another, and then at Romama. Dororo’s eyes met with Romama’s, and the ninja continued, “…He hasn’t been able to in years.”

“Dororo? You understand him?” Keroro asked in amazement.

“The eyes are the key to the soul, Teicho-dono,” Dororo answered.

“That’s concerning,” Giroro muttered.

“Kukuku! Why do you think I haven’t switched to contacts? Teicho, I found a living relative to pawn him off on,” Kururu announced, and Romama looked to Dororo.

“He… He wants to know whose idea it was to ‘pawn him off’ on someone,” Dororo asked accenting the emphasis by using his fingers as parenthesis, and Giroro became outwardly nervous.

“Really now! Well, let’s see this great warrior!” Keroro asked happily, hopping down from the podium to get a better look. Kururu flipped around his laptop, and everyone’s blood froze, including Romama’s.

“…No shit,” Tamama said aloud, cutting the silence.
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No, I can't write anything short. Not even if I tried.

Chapter 15
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