Giroro Presents: Dating the Enemy!

Giroro Presents: Dating the Enemy! Chapter 3

Chapter Three: Dog in the Manger

"Geez, Ms. Furbottom, you have no idea what kind of a day I had…" Giroro sighed, sitting down with a weapon. The little white cat purred in response and rubbed against him as he cleaned his gun with a rag. His kitten suddenly meowed rather loudly, indicating that someone was outside their tent. "Huh? Who's there?" His heart raced just a little faster than usual. Is it…?

"Psst!" Keroro poked his head through, immediately slowing his heart back to normal. "Giroro! PSST! GIRORO!"

"What do you want?" Giroro growled. "You do know you're not my favorite person right now-?"

"I wanted to discuss phase three with you!" The green frog helped himself inside and showed him a mini version of the calendar that Giroro had seen before. "Here! I'm thinking that maybe you could see her tomorrow when she's coming home from school. Maybe even impress her in front of her friends-"

"Keroro, I don't want to do this anymore," Giroro said, with a certain sense of finality.

"Really? You want to try to explain yourself out of that one while wearing the Word Choice Chooser?" Keroro asked him, perking a brow. "I mean, if you don't do it, we could always humiliate you in front of Natsumi…"

Giroro scowled at him, scratching his neck while his leader talked. The stupid choker still wouldn't come off, no matter how hard he pulled and yanked. He even tried several guns on it. Whatever Kururu did, he made it indestructibly impossible to remove.

"I wouldn't get too mad at Kururu," Keroro pointed out, almost as if he was reading his mind. "He made it so that you won't wear your birthday suit out in public, kero, kero. Apparently there was something about you losing your briefs on a bush and momentarily creeping Natsumi out-"

A gun had found its nozzle against Keroro's face.

"Okay, okay, I got it!" He pushed the gun away irritably. "So, Giroro, eventually, all your little bumping-into-each-other-moments are going to come together and create the ultimate romantic climax!"

"Yeah, yeah," Giroro mumbled, blushing at the thought of actually having the possibility that Natsumi could love him back. "But what are you going to be doing while I'm baiting her out of the way?"

"Wweeeeellll…. We haven't exactly thought of that yet."

"WH-?"

"What are you guys doing in there?" The little fabric door zipped open to reveal a curious Natsumi Hinata with a slice of cheesecake on a platter.

"Oh, nothing," Keroro said as innocently as he could muster. "Definitely not anything relating to the invasion of Pekopon or any- OOW! Giroro! What did I tell you about the guns?"

"Oh, boy, is this plan going to get you anywhere near hurting Fuyuki or my mom? Again?" Natsumi frowned.

"No, not at all," Keroro smiled sinisterly. "Oh, look at the time. I think I should be going now-"

"Well… I'll spare you since you bought the cake…" Natsumi side stepped out of the way briefly to let Keroro out.

"So, uh… what are you here for?" Giroro asked, trying his best to sound nuetral.

"We bought so much cake home, that I thought you might want some," Natsumi said, passing over the plate and the fork. "I mean, it's probably sweeter than your sweet potatoes, but I enjoyed it." She smiled kindly.

"…Th-thanks." Giroro took a small piece and chewed thoughtfully on it. "It's too sweet for my liking, but it's good, anyway."

"Whatever," She sat back and watched him eat the rest of the cake. "Umm, Giroro? Where did you get that choker?"