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Consequences Chapter 16

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Chapter 16


“Ojisama’s…. Ojisama….?” Mois held her hands up to her face, “I… I don’t understand…”

Dororo looked over to Romama, whose mouth was twitching, and his eyes full of terror as he looked at Keroro, “….No words can express….”

“…Looks like the gene pool thinned,” Giroro snorted.

“This is so cool, Ojisan! He’s your little uncle!” Kirere chirped happily.
“Aren’t you lucky?!”

“I… I don’t understand!” Mois ran out of the room in tears; it was too much to process for her.

Romama, too, looked puzzled. He looked at Keroro, who smiled, and waved weakly, “You… You sure have a lot of birthdays to make up for, Ojisama.”

“Like hell I do, you clown,” Dororo shot out, and all whipped their heads about to the embarrassed ninja. “I… I’m just interpreting, Keroro-kun!”

“C-clown!?” Keroro squeaked, and immediately went into self-defense. “Uncle or not, I won’t stand for you coming in and mocking me in front of my platoon!”

“Some platoon,” Dororo looked pained as he continued to speak for Romama. “The Keron army must’ve really lowered… Lowered their standards… Oh, dear…”

“Listen you little brat, I won’t stand for this! You might have been a major, but that was a long time ago!” Keroro snapped. “And you couldn’t have been that good if you got caught by a Pekoponian!”

“I… I got caught, too,” Kirere squeaked weakly.

“So did he, kukuku!” Kururu chimed in. This went unnoticed.
Dororo looked to Giroro “…You might want to…”

“Right,” Giroro lifted up Kirere’s headphones, and putted his hands over her ears. She didn’t hear want Dororo said for Romama next, but there were also a few confusing gestures that went along with it. Tamama’s face went bright red, and although Kirere couldn’t see it, so did Giroro’s. Dororo looked as though he wanted to escape.

As soon as the ninja finished interpreting, Keroro lunged for him. Dororo gave a surprisingly high-pitched yelp, and Tamama and Giroro went to work prying Keroro off of Dororo, all while Kururu laughed.

“K-Keroro-kun!” Dororo’s eyes were watery, now, and he was on the verge of tears.

“Keroro! It’s not him, it’s Romama talking!” Giroro shouted as he and Tamama struggled to subdue the sergeant. Dororo hid behind a desk as he awaited Keroro’s cooldown. Romama only stood there, looking coolly at the chaos.

Kirere hopped off of her seat, and walked over to Romama. She had with her a rolled up paper, which she had left from the previous meeting for drawing. Romama looked at her, puzzled, which only grew as she gave him a good whap in the center of the head. Giroro turned pale with horror, as did everyone else, save for Kururu.

“Don’t be a jerk. We could’ve left you,” she answered, and Romama said nothing to this, but watched as she hopped back in her seat.

“Kuku! Besides, I’m the residential jerk here,” Kururu added with a laugh.

Romama looked down at the ground, then at Keroro. Keroro gave a yell, and clung onto Giroro for dear life as Romama approached them. The teal Keronian held out his hand, and Keroro flinched, opening his eyes gradually as he saw Romama wasn’t going to attack. Instead, the major had his hand outstretched to Keroro.

“…Ehhhh?” Keroro ungripped himself from Giroro, and took hold of Romama’s hand, and then shook it. Romama then took a step back, and saluted them after hesitating. They attempted to return this, but Romama shook his head, and walked over to Tamama, pointing to the private’s symbol.

“You want to learn how to drive?” Keroro wondered aloud. “No…? You’re a new driver?”

“He wants to be treated as a private,” Dororo answered. The ninja had not moved from his secure spot behind the desk.

“Ah, that’s fine, Romama Nitohei!” Keroro answered with a grin. “That’s not a problem at all!”

“He… He added that that wasn’t an invitation to refer to him as ‘private’,” Dororo answered flatly, and Keroro’s smile fell.

“You really are difficult,” Keroro muttered.

“Can I get back to showing him my room now?” Kirere asked hopefully.
Dororo looked to Romama, who gave a nod and followed Kirere out, leaving the platoon alone.

“Let’s find a relative to dump him on, Keroro! Let’s find a relative! I’m soooo much smarter than you, Keroro, of course I’d know what to do!” Keroro shouted at Giroro, who growled in return.

“Like I even knew that would happen! How was I supposed to know there was more than one competent person in your family?!” Giroro snapped.

“…Hrm… Wait… He is quite competent… And if he’s as good a fighter as the legends say…” Keroro thought for a moment, and Giroro’s expression changed, now shocked.

“…Keroro! You’re actually thinking!”

“Gero gero gero! I know, and it’s scaring me!” Keroro laughed. “With dear Romama Ojisama on our side, we could become an invaluable force!”

“Teicho, I… Well… I don’t think….” Dororo began, but was just as soon forgotten.

“That’s a great idea, Gunso-san, even if your relative is incredibly creepy!” Tamama gasped.

“Yes! What good are relatives if you can’t mooch off of them, after all?!” Keroro announced heartily.

So Giroro went to go find Romama while Keroro went to check on an in-crisis Mois, and while Tamama seethed in jealousy over this and Kururu and Dororo simply vanished.

“Kirere, I—” Giroro stopped at what he walked into. He just had to take a moment to take it all in.

Kirere had led Romama over to a corner where there was a small table and chairs, perfect for their size. It seemed as though Kirere had lured him into having a tea party. That wasn’t what made Giroro pause, however. It was the fact that both were now both holding stuffed animals, and Romama had a purple scarf of Kirere’s about his neck.

“Look, now he's not as spooky!” Kirere said with a grin. “Did you want to come have some tea, too?”

Giroro only silently shut the door once more.

“….That….? …That’s our best bet for the invasion?” Giroro asked himself. “We… We’re really screwed.”

Eventually Romama came out, and was more than slightly worried as he found Keroro’s personality completely switched. The sergeant greeted the now back to his scary self-looking Romama with a pat on the shoulder, and led him over to a seat in Keroro’s bedroom. Tamama and Kururu were also there, as was Mois, who was still wiping her eyes.

“Make yourself comfy, Romama Ojisama!” Keroro took a seat opposite from Romama, who only grew more confused as Giroro handed him a juice box. “Drink up! One needs his energy…”

Romama sipped the juice box, all while looking straight ahead at Keroro. Keroro shivered a bit; those damn eyes….

“….” There was silence between the two, but Keroro kept his pleasant grin. The sergeant then clasped his hands together, and grinned, “We wanted to pose a proposition to you, Ojisama! One I’m sure you won’t mind entertaining, considering it’s from your nephew…”

“…He’s begging to a child. Pathetic,” Giroro grumbled and looked away from his exchange.

“Kuku! Expert negotiator, he’s not,” Kururu chuckled.

“…We were wondering how you felt about completing your mission,” Keroro began, and Romama discontinued sipping from his juice box. “…And, in a way, helping us, as well… You see, our mission is Pekopon’s takeover, and… With so many stories about you, it’s hard to believe that they’re indeed just stories! We were collectively hoping that you would join us in our cause!”

The plastic straw of the juice box thrown full force and landing stuck right in between Keroro’s eyes was the answer. Romama then tossed aside the juice box, stood, and walked out calmly.

“You… You can’t do that, you little brat!” Keroro huffed. “You can’t just walk away!”

“Gunso-san, he just did just that…” Tamama muttered.

“…Enough of this,” Giroro turned around and walked away from the group.

“Eh? Giroro? Where’re you off to?” Keroro looked to Giroro, the straw still stuck in his head.

“I promised someone something…” Giroro answered, and with that left. “You idiots have fun sucking up to a bratty child, I have bigger things to attend to.”



“What? He left?” Kirere was outwardly upset as Giroro explained this to her. She sat across from him, helping him polish and repair his weapons in the tent, while Neko sat and licked at the bandage around her front paw. In addition to this one, she had one going across her ribcage, where she had taken the major blow. Other than that, the cat was the same as ever, “Do you know if he’ll be back?”

“Who knows… He’s even more bratty and moody than Keroro, and I didn’t think they could come worse… He reminds me a lot of Keroro when we were growing up… Aside from the not talking. That’s one good thing about him,” he answered, and set down the sniper rifle. “Did you have fun yesterday, with your Pekoponian friend?”

“Yeah, it was terrific! He’s helping me repair some of the Nishizawa Group’s jets, it’s so much fun! I can walk around, and no one minds me, because they’re all used to Tama-nii-chan, anyway.”

“Nii-chan?” Giroro glanced up at her, and she looked a bit embarrassed.

“I just started calling him to get on his nerves, but… I don’t know, it’s kind of stuck,” she answered. “…I fixed this one.”

“Very good,” Giroro took it and inspected it, then set it aside. “That one’s jammed, as well.”

Kirere nodded and took it, taking it apart, all while there was a concerned look upon her face. There was something off about that, Giroro knew; she almost always smiled while working at this sort of thing.

“…Do I have to beat up that idiot for you?” Giroro wondered aloud as he began to polish a dagger now, and Kirere shook her head.

“…Garuru Ojisan’s really strong, and… If Kezanstav got away from him like that…”

“He wouldn’t,” Giroro interjected quickly. “I would have a hard time believing that anyone could defeat Garuru like that unless I saw them walking around myself.”

“Are you saying he…?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t think Garuru would’ve been so nonchalant about a failure, unless he was already tracking him down. Don’t worry about it. Besides, I won’t let him take you again. He’d be too afraid to, he knows what we’re capable of now,” was Giroro’s reply.

“Just focus on the invasion, right?” she laughed and her grin was just as soon back. “You’re like a broken record…. Do you think they’ll need Platoons to stay and watch Pekopon when we do take over?”

“I’m sure… Why do you ask?”

“Well, I think when I get a platoon, they’re going to be the ones that stay and look after Pekopon,” Kirere answered. “Fixed it!”

“Eh, here, work on polishing this,” Giroro handed her a weapon now, with the safety on, of course. She nodded and did just this, and Giroro continued. “What do you mean your platoon?”

“I wanna be cool like you guys, and it’ll help me stay on Pekopon… And I figure if you guys can make it, I should have no problem, either! I mean, you guys really aren’t good at a lot, either, but you’re really, really good at the one thing, at least, and it’s gotten you pretty far!”

Giroro stopped polishing at this time, and blinked. She wasn’t wrong, but… It wasn’t exactly the best way to put things, either.

“W-well…” he slunk down, how was he to explain this?

He didn’t have to. She just as quickly changed the subject, “I’ve got another question….”

“You have a lot of those today,” he stood, and put down his knife. “Come on, it’s getting dark out…”

“Are we going to make sweet potatoes?”

Giroro nodded, picking up a basket full of the yams and walking out to his firepit. Kirere took a seat on one of the cinder blocks, Neko hopping up and taking a seat next to her, rubbing up against her and watching as Giroro lit the fire, and then took a seat on another block.

“Now what did you want to ask? And if it’s whether or not you can have a puppy…”

“No, not that again…” Kirere rubbed one of her shoulders, and looked away.

“You’re not allowed to wear makeup yet…”

“What?! No fair!” she snapped, jerking her head around to him. “B-But it’s not that, either! Although that isn’t fair!”

“What is it, then?” Giroro poked at the fire, and Kirere huffed.

“I get to call everyone something… Except for Kuru-san and you. Do you think Kuru-san would mind if I called him something else?...” Kirere trailed off.

“I don’t see why not,” Giroro answered, glancing at her. “I call him enough.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Ehhh… That isn’t important,” Giroro’s face flushed a bit at the thought of loosely-strung together curses he often slung at Kururu.

“Well, can I call you something else, too?” Kirere ventured off.

“What did you have in mind?” Giroro stuck a sweet potato on a stick and laid it over the fire, and Kirere fidgeted.

“I… I thought about calling Kuru-san ‘Papa’ and you ‘Dad’…” she answered, and Giroro stopped.

“…That’d be fine,” Giroro nodded, and Kirere breathed a sigh of relief.

“…So should I start calling Natsumi ‘Mom’ now?”

“W-WHAT?! A-absolutely NOT!” Giroro fell back, his sweet potato nearly falling into the blaze. “She’s just ‘Natsumi’ to you, all right?!”

“Hrm?” the Pekopon girl slid open the door just in time to see a redder-than-usual faced Giroro and a chuckling Kirere. “What’re you two doing out here? I heard a lot of noise.”

Giroro was still reeling, and Kirere turned around to Natsumi, “We were making sweet potatoes.”

“Well, it’s always good to see you guys bonding over something that isn’t weapons for a change,” Natsumi walked over to them, her hands on her hips. “Are you making enough for me?”

“Yeah!” Kirere smiled and nodded. “I can put some curry powder on yours, too, if you want!”

“Hehe, I’ll take mine regular, thanks,” Natsumi laughed well-meaningly, and knelt down in between the two. Kirere smirked at Giroro, and his cheeks went red. He really was wrapped around the finger of both women, he mused to himself.

“It’ll be a little while yet,” Giroro announced, turning over the stick with the sweet potatoes.

It wasn’t such a bad place to be, he concluded.



Dororo got a good laugh from his perch, as he stood on the telephone line and watched the two seated at the fire, Natsumi between them. It was evening, now, and the sky was almost completely orange.

He wasn’t the only person watching them, he realized after a moment. He hopped from his perch, to a lower on, a nearby house rooftop, where Romama Shosa sat, a bag tied onto a stick on his side, the stick being a bokken sword, Dororo realized after a moment, and an instrument on his lap, which Dororo recognized as a mandolin.

“So I take it that our leader’s words did nothing for you,” Dororo surmised. Romama answered this by looking briefly up at Dororo, then turning his attention back to tuning his instrument. “…It is a lot to take in, Pekopon has changed a lot for you, I’m sure…. If you are in need of a place to stay, or friendship, we’ll welcome you, even if it’s not as a member. You’re simply a fellow soldier in need.”

Romama’s eyes met with Dororo’s, and Dororo nodded in understanding, “I see your reasoning. But no man is an island. So where are you going to go now?”

Romama lifted up his instrument and bag, and glanced at Dororo before hopping off of the roof and disappearing, “I see. Well, the best of luck to you, Romama Shosa.”

Dororo then turned his attention back to the Hinatas’ back yard, being drawn to it by the sound of Kirere’s laughter. Something had been said that had embarrassed Giroro, clearly, and the corporal’s face was bright red, and his mouth moving too quickly to form proper words, all while Kirere giggled.

“May you never lose that happiness again, Kirere-chan,” Dororo said to himself, and then he was off, as well, leaving father and daughter to themselves.
Next chapter's the last. I promise.

Chapter 16
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Poppun's avatar
Wow Mois, this has become a regular thing with you, hasn't it?

I surprised Giroro would still have to cencor for Kirere, and not just because Japanese dosen't have very much in terms of "profane terms" or insults, it makes me think of censoring for somebody with a dysfunctional family. (But now I'm a tad curious what he said)

The idea of Kirere putting on make-up....oh dear