GiroxDoro chapter 7

GiroxDoro
Fanfic chapter 7

      Koyuki returned home late that evening, staying at Natsumi’s longer than she intended to. A large smile was plastered across her face as she stepped into the shack, humming happily. Spending time with her friend always made her feel so warm inside, made her feel wanted. She cherished every moment they spent together, since she rarely got to experience such things as a young child. “Ahhh, that was fun! It’s always nice to see Natsumi-san....Oh!” Her expression went from curiosity, to realization as she witnessed the two keronians, nestled together on the rice mat, fast asleep. They looked so peaceful, wrapped in each other’s arms, the moonlight shining gently down on them. It was true that they were meant for one another. “That’s great, Dororo. I’m glad you finally found someone to be with...” She whispered, her gaze softening on the two. Getting a small blanket from the corner of the room, she gingerly draped it over the sleeping figures, careful not to wake them. Letting out a yawn of exhaustion, she made her way over to her own bed, glancing at the two frogs before slipping under the covers.

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       A week passed, and the two keron soldiers continued to be faithful partners, sitting outside the corporal’s tent, the fire cracking loudly. Both were very content on the cinder blocks, their bellies filled with sweet potatoes.

“I think they took it very well. A lot better than I expected.”Giroro commented, thinking back to when they told the rest of the platoon about their current relationship.

       Dororo nodded, smiling behind his mask. “I agree. I’m glad we told them...”He said, recalling the same event. They had received nothing but cheers, congratulations, and praise at the last meeting, and Keroro seemed pleased to move onto another topic besides the Pekopon invasion. Giroro let it slide, but, just this once.

“Congratulations, Giroro Gocho, Dororo Heicho!”
“I’m so happy for you, desu~!”
“Ku ku ku...congrats.”
“You could say, childhood sweethearts?”

       They had all been very supportive, and the couple could never have been more grateful. But there was something nagging in the back of Dororo’s head, something that never ceased to haunt him. Why had Giroro chose him over Natsumi? And does he still have feelings for her? The possibilities were endless. Giroro’s feelings for the pekoponian female were very clear, seeing as how he could barely talk whenever he was near her. It was apparent to the rest of the platoon, especially Dororo. He didn’t like it, but he would tolerate it the best he could. After all, the only thing he wanted was Giroro’s happiness. I should still ask him, though... Dororo thought, clenching his fist. He looked over to his lover, only a few inches from himself, who was starring into the fire. “Hey, Giroro-kun... Can I ask you something?”He said, dropping his gaze to the ground.

“Hm? What is it, Dororo?”
       Dororo tensed, bringing his hands to his lap. He glanced at his partner, who looked back at him with worried eyes. The ninja swallowed hard, shifting his feet uncomfortably. Why is this so hard? Natsumi is my friend, not competition. And Giroro is my lover. He’ll understand. He jumped as he felt Giroro’s strong hand grip his shoulder, snapping him back into reality. Looking into the corporal’s dark eyes, he was filled with a new confidence. “Well, Giroro-kun....for a long time now, we’ve all noticed that you...uh...l-love Natsumi-dono very much. Y-you know...before us. B-but, I have to know. Do you still? Love her that is. And...”He was stopped as Giroro pressed a finger softly against his masked lips, shushing him. Dororo blushed hard, his light blue eyes shot open wide.

“Don’t be stupid, Dororo.”Giroro said in a warm voice, taking the ninja’s hands in his own. “I love you. Here and now. And nothing will ever change that.” He squeezed his hands gently. “I promise.”

“B-but, Natsumi! You...”The assassin mumbled shyly, averting Giroro’s eyes. He could feel the tears coming. The urge to cry was so strong, and before he knew it, he was creating a little puddle on the ground. I’m so dumb! He screamed in his head, his body numb to Giroro’s embrace.

“Natsumi, huh? It’s true, I did love her at one point. Maybe I still do, deep down. But that doesn’t change anything. You’re different. The love we share is something special, and something I wouldn’t trade for anything, no matter how valuable it may be. You’re the most valuable thing in my life.”Giroro said, kissing the top of Dororo’s head.

       The ninja whimpered helplessly, clinging to his superior’s body. His words were so sincere, no deceit behind them. All of Dororo’s worries and concerns were suddenly swept away. “He loves me...”He whispered to himself. Looking up at Giroro, he felt the butterflies stir in his stomach as he saw the red keronian’s welcoming smile, his eyes full of kindness. “Th-thank you, Gi-giroro-kun.”Dororo hiccuped, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Mmm, don’t mention it Doro... HEY!”He yelled, noticing the several pairs of eyes watching them from around the corner.

“K-kero! We’ve been found out!”Keroro squeaked, stepping out of the group’s hiding spot.

“Ku ku ku~! But I still got everything on tape~! And I think the leader’s beating will make some good footage, too.”Kururu mocked, waving a high-tech video camera in the air. What he planned to do with its contents was something only known to him.

“Uh-oh... uhmmm... It was all Gunsou-san’s idea, desu! Please forgive me senpais!”The private begged, bowing in apology. But, seeing this did give him much hope about himself and the sergeant. Someday, we’ll be together! I just know it! Tamama thought with an evil grin, the face of Moa entering his mind.

“BASTARDS!”

“C-crap! It’s the red one’s anger! R-run away!”The sergeant screamed, right before he received a fist in the face, knocking him unconscious.

“Ahhh! Gunsou-san!”

“Ku ku ku... time to run.”

“You’re not getting away!!”

       The ninja chuckled as he watched Giroro chase the others around the yard, angrier than ever. There was still one question left unanswered though. Why had Giroro chosen him over Natsumi? Dororo shook his head. He didn’t care anymore.