Giroro Presents: Dating the Enemy!

Giroro Presents: Dating the Enemy! Chapter 7

Fly in the Ointment

Giroro kept glancing at Natsumi as her face lit up- both figuratively and literally- toward the fireworks display. Finally, he bit his lower lip and stared down at the groups of people forming another long line. It seems the Ferris Wheel was on everyone's list tonight. That, or it was just insanely popular. Fortunately Keroro and the others had gotten away just in time-

Or did they?

Giroro squinted and leaned further down, examining the pavement. Is that blood?

"Well, that was nice," Natsumi said as the last few fireworks sparked the sky. "Hey, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Giroro turned his attention back to her.

"So..." Natsumi said. She idly fiddled with the little skull badge pinned on her purse.

"So...?" Giroro's cheeks burned feverishly. He directed his face toward the sky in a desperate attempt to play it cool. He frowned slightly as he noticed that a few clouds were beginning to gather, and rather quickly at that. "I think it's going to rain."

"Is that so?" Natsumi asked, her voice betraying her disappointment. "I guess I'll have to go back home then."

She gingerly neared his side, refusing herself but daring Giroro to make the first move in what he could only assume. He interlaced his fingers together, having the sudden urge to plunge off the cart. He wanted to kiss her, so why couldn't he?

Maybe it was his conscience?

He reasoned that he wasn't forcing her to like him. She wanted to kiss him. She wasn't mind controlled or controlled at all under any circumstances. She liked him, because... because....

...He was himself?

Giroro felt the choker with one hand.

Suddenly he realized why he was bothered by this in the first place.

"Rio?" Natsumi smiled shyly at him.

"Yeah?" Ah, who was he kidding? He pushed the thought far at the back of his head. He was himself, kind of. Well, the important thing was, Natsumi wanted to kiss him, right? He only lived to fulfill her desires...

Giroro turned his whole body toward her and rested his hands on his laps. He slowly leaned toward her face, his face turning a humiliating red color. He considered closing his eyes but thought that it would be worse if he kissed her in the wrong area, like the nose or the neck.

Natsumi waited expectantly, cheeks turning pink. She closed her own eyes, waiting.

He could just feel her warm breath.

Their lips were just about to meet, when-

The cart stopped, and the door opened wide, revealing the Ferris Wheel assistant leaning inside to escort their way out.

When he and the line of people behind him realized what he had just done, he turned crimson in embarrassment and the crowd laughed.

"Aww, you go man!" Someone in the group shouted out. "Kiss her, whatchu stoppin' for?"

The audienced heckled them a little more as they clumsily stepped out of the cart and made their way past them.

Natsumi hid her face with both her hands. Giroro wasn't sure which emotion was more intense at the moment- bitter disappointment, unwelcome humiliation, or hot anger. Each were pretty much explanatory.

"C'mon," Giroro muttered, taking her hand. "I'll take you home."

"I wonder what's all the commotion down there?" Dororo asked, hearing a large group of people laughing from below.