THANK YOU SUMMER! Yes, it's finally summer vacation for me, and this is my first present to you guys. I'm planning to update Pekopon Revolution as well, though I don't know when.

Anyway, enjoy! I don't own Keroro Gunso.

At first there had been daylight, but as impact was made, the light vanished, and the foamy sensation began entering his mouth.

There was no air. He felt like he was suffocating. He needed to get out, but couldn't. The darkness just went on forever. He struggled to resurface, kicking his limbs with all his might, but it was just like slow-motion. As if in a dream. As if it all was unreal. He didn't want to give up, but something deep down inside him sensed that there was no way out. This might be the end.

First he was being yanked by the waves, and then was pulled down, deeper and deeper. He began to drift lifelessly through the darkness, wondering where it would end. But his mind was frozen. All of him was.

Finally he let his eyes shut, as the choking enveloped him and all signs of breathing vanished.

Later he awoke on a beach. He didn't expect to awaken at all.

Someone with a blue head was positioned directly over him. As his vision began to focus, he realized who it was.

"…Fuyuki?" He quickly sat up. "What am I doing here?"

Fuyuki frowned and looked off to the side. "Um… the ship crashed…. Remember, Sergeant Major?"

In fact, Kululu did remember. They had been traveling to Mumbai when he realized that the gas tank of their ship was on fire, but by that point it was already too late. The ship began rapidly plummeting toward the ocean, and that were Kululu's only memories of the incident until it made impact with the water.

Something tugged at him from the back of his mind. If he recalled correctly….

"Wasn't I in the water?" he asked Fuyuki, although part of him expected the boy to not remember.

Fuyuki suddenly became silent. After a few prolonged moments, he gave a terse nod of his head.

"So how'd I get out?"

"I kind of had to drag you out…." He was now rubbing the back of his head.

"But you can't swim."

"You were pretty close to shore by that point."

"Then why couldn't I have gotten there myself?"

Kululu knew the answer, although he really didn't want to admit it. He just hoped Fuyuki wouldn't realize it, and instead think that he was unconscious or something.

"You were unconscious."

"Oh, really? Hm…."

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing…." Kululu paused. "…Was I really?"

"Yeah. You weren't breathing."

This was where Fuyuki became silent again.

Kululu was smart. It didn't take him long to put the pieces together.

"Wow, so, uh… I guess you saved my life and stuff, ku-ku."

All he did was nod. He didn't do much anyway. But CPR was too hard for him to learn (nor did he want to, after the life-o-pus incident), and even if they had one of those… things, it had scarred him the last time he saw it in actions…. Just his luck that something as simple as a slap on the back would make him cough up the water.

Kululu opened his mouth, about to utter his thanks, but Fuyuki had already walked off. The former kicked at the sand, disappointed at himself.

Fuyuki meanwhile was busy looking around in the bushes, climbing rocks by the shore, and scoping as far as he could see. He was trying to find where their ship had landed, but he saw no trace of it.

"Hey, Sergeant Major!" he called. "Do you remember where the ship fell?"

"Ku ku, no," he answered back. He walked up to where Fuyuki was towering on the rocks, casting a shadow across the sands that Kululu was now standing in. "The waves have probably already pulled it away, no doubt. Shame because if we knew where it was, I could possibly build a radio, and then we could be out of here, lickity-split. Ku ku…."

A sudden thought occurred to him. Fuyuki noticed this look on his face and looked down at him questioningly.

"Oh, I was just thinking how lucky we are…. If we were anyone else, we might not even be able to get off this island."

"Why is that?" asked Fuyuki.

"It's this wonderful thing called obsession, you see. Ku ku. Now tell me, Fuyuki, did you ever tell Momoka about where you were going?"

"No…. Why?"

"Hm. Oh, well, I'm sure that she'll find us in no time, anyway. Ku ku!"

"Why do you think that?" Fuyuki asked him.

Kululu just grinned back.

"In the meantime, we should find ourselves some food. It was a miracle that we landed somewhere in the tropics. Although we won't be here for long anyway, ku ku ku!"

Fuyuki scratched the back of his head and shrugged. Sometimes he didn't understand what was more of gibberish: Kululu's cynical laughter, or the actual words that came from his mouth.

Kululu was already walking off toward the trees, so Fuyuki decided it'd be best to come down also. Gripping a tight hand on the rocks, he realized this might not be as easy as he thought it would be. It was hard to find a proper foothold, and when he did, it was sharp as heck. Luckily, though, he was still wearing shoes. He stepped down on that foothold nevertheless, and searched for another with his other foot. Once both feet were closer to the ground, he let go of the handhold of his right hand, which still had the rough imprint of the rocks on it. He lowered it as far as he could to the ground, grabbed that part of the rock, and did the same thing with his left hand. After repeating this procedure multiple times, he was able to get to the ground while only stumbling and crashing once, which was at the end.

Thank goodness for whoever invented sand. …Unless that was by some alien too. Sand wasn't invented by an alien, was it? Because if so, that would be pretty awesome.

Fuyuki cleared away his thoughts, knowing that now was no time to be thinking of such things. Almost a quarter hour ago Kululu had told him to search for food, and he hadn't even started. Scrambling up from the sand, he made his way toward the trees.

Once surrounded by trees, it was actually pretty nice. The air was humid, sunlight splattered everywhere across the forest floor, and the moss made the place gleam a golden-green. It was quite beautiful. Fuyuki pressed forward, because they wouldn't be here so long anyway…. Whatever it was that Kululu meant by that.

Fruit, although it certainly wasn't everywhere, grow in abundances on the trees that he could find them on. Fuyuki began picking them, hoping that they weren't poisonous as he did so. It would sure suck if they were. What if the whole island was poisonous? What if the island was really a turtle? Actually, that would be pretty cool. Fuyuki imagined himself riding a giant turtle as it floated over countless waves, sea spray crashing onto his hair and the sunlight weaving through it. He had a smile on his face in that image.

But no, the island probably wasn't really a giant turtle. Fuyuki's smile left his face.

After gathering a copious amount of food, Fuyuki exited the trees and made his way back to the place where he had been climbing the rocks and talking to Kululu. He waited a while for Kululu to return, and when he didn't, his mind began searching uncontrollably for explanations. Maybe he was attacked by savages. Or got caught in some kind of trap meant for an animal. Or he fell in a hole and can't get out. No—wait—what if Kululu is the turtle?

After about another five minutes, the yellow Keronian finally poked his head from out of the forest and drew himself out, a much smaller amount of food in his arms. It was easy to know why. Keronian arms were extremely small.

"Consider yourself lucky," Kululu said to him as he spread the fruits down upon a large leaf which he had placed on the ground, "that your body is more capable of this than mine. You have no idea how long it took to get around something as simple as a log!"

"I actually would've thought you'd have had better luck with uninhabited islands like these." Fuyuki spread his fruit down as well, secretly relieved at Kululu's return. "After all, you are the one who had that training island…."

"Yes, but that was artificial. This is a real island." Kululu shut his eyes and crossed his arms. "People like me don't get along well with nature."

"I'm not too good with nature myself," Fuyuki admitted sheepishly. As he picked up a fruit to bite into, Kululu frowned.

"So, you mean, out of everyone I had to crash-land with, I ended up with you, who hates nature just about as much as I do?"

"Yup!" said Fuyuki.

Kululu thrust his head into his hands, hopeless. Now his only consolation was the belief that Momoka would soon come to rescue both of them, since she seemed to know where Fuyuki was at all times anyway.

"At least the fates could've let me crash with someone like Giroro-senpai instead." Through the cracks of his fingers he fed an angry glare at Fuyuki. "He would've known exactly what to do. Hell, he might even be overjoyed at the idea of this."

Frankly I'd have rather crash-landed with the Corporal too, thought Fuyuki, biting his lip. He wouldn't tell Kululu that, of course. Who knew how long they would have to stay on that island—though according to what Kululu said, it wouldn't be long.

Still… the thought of having to spend time on a deserted island alone with someone like Kululu was enough to send a shiver up his spine.

"How long do you think it'll be till someone finds us?" he asked.

"Hopefully not long. You have Momoka, after all. Once everyone realizes how long we're taking to return, they'll send a search party or something."

"How will they know that we're on this island, though?"

Kululu took his chin in his hand. "Hm, you have a point there. I suppose we could build a signal fire."

Then again, if they did, that put them at risk of somebody else finding them, and since Kululu was an alien….

Shoot… he hoped his anti-barrier was still working.

He twisted it. No such luck—it was broken.

"What're you doing, Sergeant Major?"

"My anti-barrier is broken. We can build a signal fire, but if someone else happens to find us instead, then they'll see me. Also, if they're foreign to you, I won't be able to translate…."

"But I can still talk to you," he pointed out.

"Well, yes, Japanese isn't all that hard of a language to learn, ku-ku. The issue is with any other language, and that's what this guy helps with." He pointed to his anti-barrier insignia, an orange swirl.

"But can we still build a signal fire?"

"Ku ku ku, course we can. You know how to build a fire?"

Fuyuki smiled. "Yeah!" The smiled vanished. "Wait, no."

Kululu smacked his forehead onto his hand.

"Fires aren't that hard to build, though. As long as you have a piece of glass. Maybe a magnifying glass or something…. Hmmm…."

"All the glass we might find is in the ship," said Kululu. "And the ship is in the sea. There's always a chance of finding some sea glass by the shore, though. …Although I haven't seen any…."

Then what to do?

Fuyuki's eyes drifted to Kululu.

"…Sergeant Major?"

"Hng? Yeah?"

He began walking toward him. Finding this behavior rather odd, Kululu began taking slow steps backward.

"Wh-what are you doing, Fuyuki?"

He reached out his hand. It was then that Kululu realized it. He clamped his hands over the rims of his glasses.

"Oh, no you are not! You are not taking these! This is the only pair left that I have!"

"I'm sorry, Sergeant Major. We need to build a signal fire!"

With that, Fuyuki whipped off Kululu's glasses.

"Oh wait, we probably need to put the fire together first. Hm…." While Kululu struggled about, trying to see, Fuyuki looked around, hoping to see a mountain. He finally rested his eyes on one, which was kind of obvious to see anyway, because, well, it was a mountain. Things like these were kind of hard to not notice.

"We can build the fire on top of there!" he realized. Brashly, Fuyuki began running off. After whipping out another pair of glasses, Kululu followed him.

Fuyuki had been in the process of gathering wood and kindling when Kululu had caught up. That hike up the mountain was a long one.

"Oh, Sergeant Major! Here, you can help me gather wood!—Wait…." Fuyuki looked at him strangely. "How do you have your glasses again?"

"Hm?"

"I thought you said you only had one pair."

"I lied, ku ku ku!"

Fuyuki frowned at him, dropping the next log down. "Well, it wasn't funny."

"Eh, neither was what you did." He grunted as Fuyuki tossed him some kindling, which, to Kululu, was quite heavy. He walked slowly over to the pile of logs and hoisted them on.

Fuyuki added the last log and exerted his breath. "There, I think that's good enough. Don't you think?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," said Kululu, adjusting his glasses. The ones he actually had on his face.

It was time to light it. They both bent down as Fuyuki placed the other pair of glasses above the pile of wood, adjusting the angle it made toward the sky till the gleam of the sunlight reflected off it. They watched as smoke began to form in the center of the pile. After a few more seconds, a tiny little flame was born.

Fuyuki stood back and marveled at his work. "Wow! I made a fire come to life!"

"With my glasses," Kululu corrected, snatching them away from the boy's hand and replacing them on his face. No use. They were damaged anyway with Fuyuki's fingerprints. Kululu sighed and took them off, putting on instead is other pair. For now he supposed they'd just use this pair for fire-starting.

"And now we wait," he said, resting his hands on his hips. "Until Momoka comes."

"Uh-huh," said Fuyuki. The fire began to blaze in front of them.

Originally I had it that Fuyuki had to implement CPR on Kululu, until my sister pointed out that he doesn't know it. Nor would he have learned, since CPR is a very difficult thing to do. (She knows CPR.) So I changed it to just a slap-on-the-back instead, which somehow worked. Except Kululu doesn't know that yet.

Next chapter will be up whenever I finish writing it. But first I actually need to draw the cover image for this thing.

Update (7/24/13): Three things. First thing is that OH MY LORELEI I JUST MADE A FROWNEY FACE. Second thing is that woot, Giroro's birthday was yesterday! Third thing is that oh my god this is insane. So I just finished revising this thing, (I didn't add much, just fixed up a few spots here and there), and it's almost funny how silly I wrote a couple of things. Like when Kululu told Fuyuki that bees were only out at night. And when Kululu sat on a moth. Like. Ew. No, it was moss. I hate making typos.

Anyway , I hope you choose to read the rest of this story, despite its length (though probably not thaaaat long campared to SOME stories I've read XD I'm looking at you, Johnny Cadet), and I hope you enjoy!