Buried deep underneath the Hinata House in Tokyo, a not so secret military conclave was taking place.

A series of blocks appeared in the secret chamber, each of them emblazoned with a single symbol. The one with a golden skull bellowed, "THE DISARRAY OF THE UNITED STATES' SUPERHUMANS WAS A PRIME OPPORTUNITY FOR US! WE SHOULD HAVE SEIZED IT AT ONCE!"

"Had we intervened, the two sides might have put aside their differences and focused on a common enemy. Like us," a different block with a spiral shape remarked in a more normal and bored tone of voice.

"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A COWARD KULULU!" the first block screamed accusingly.

"Blowhard," the other block retorted.

"Now, now, let's not fight amongst ourselves…" another block seated at the head of the table said soothingly, this one was decorated with a star shape.

"IF YOU BOTHERED TO SHOW SOME DAMN BACKBONE OR LEADERSHIP, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO!" the first block shouted before a pair of arms ripped out of the sides and proceeded to tear the cardboard replica to pieces. "And why do we have to dress up in these stupid costumes anyways!" Corporal Giroro screamed as he stomped on fragments of his costume looking more like a child throwing a temper tantrum than a professional soldier.

"Eh? You mean you don't like them Giroro? I thought they were kinda all military and everything…" the head cardboard block (and blockhead) remarked. Keroro did not mention that he had seen it in an anime and thought it looked cool.

"What's done is done, there's little use in complaining about it now isn't it," another of the cardboard blocks, this one decorated with a shuriken-styled star said soothingly. Giroro glared at it and then tilted his head around to see that Dororo had somehow slid out of his costume and was seated on the floor and stirring a pot of tea. "Have some tea, it'll calm you down."

Giroro glared around the room before letting out a scream of rage and stalked out of the room. "Useless idiots!" he shrieked.

"Corporal Giroro is so excitable, isn't he Lady Moa?" Keroro remarked with a sigh to his companion, although unlike the others, she was wearing her cardboard box more like a dress with her legs, arms, and head sticking out from holes in it. In addition, she had a smaller box like a hat sticking on her head.

She nodded brightly. "Corporal Giroro will calm down in a while Uncle!"

"I suppose so," Keroro remarked making a face as he pouted. Giroro totally ignored his neat military box design! Ah well, he swiveled in his chair. It wasn't as though the Americans' problems had anything to do with the Keroro Platoon after all…

Ani-mayhem!

Chapter 2:

The Lines Are Drawn

Simon Williams, better known over the world as Wonder Man, The Man of Wonders frowned as he heard a thud followed by cursing. He peeked into the conference room and saw Carol Danvers trying to rescue stacks of folders from a rapidly spreading pool of coffee from her spilled cup. "Dammit!"

"What's with the paperwork?" Simon asked curiously.

Carol snorted. "This? This are reports on potential superhumans in Japan and incident reports."

Simon pursed his lips thoughtfully in a soundless whistle. "Wow. This is a lot more than I thought."

Carol nodded ruefully. "I thought Tony was kidding about it but it looks like he was underestimating things."

Simon flipped through the scattered folders, scanning the names on the tabs. SUNFIRE. BIG HERO SIX. OGON BAT. DEVILMAN. KUDO, SHIN'ICHI. KUJU, MAI. PANDA, NERIMA.

Simon frowned as he studied the last tab curiously. He flipped it open and saw a photo of … a panda.

"A panda? Why on earth would—"

"I thought so too," Carol remarked before thumbing a remote. "Until I saw this."

Simon saw an image of a very large panda. Not so shocking. Except for the fact that it was standing on it's hind legs. That was a bit unusual. Of course, it was also using a broom and sweeping in the front of a building. That raised an eyebrow. "Trained animal?" he suggested.

Carol clicked the remote and the image changed to the same panda apparently setting up a … a … hot plate and then positioning a tea kettle?

Simon blinked. Then he shook his head as the image shifted again to see a young boy in a Chinese outfit snarling as he traded blows with the panda while both were balancing on a thin railing.

After a moment, Simon looked at her. "Uh huh. I admit that was … unusual."

"No kidding," Carol snarled. "The whole friggin' Nerima district is like that."

"What's happening in Nerima?"

"Oh nothing much. Just unusual sightings of strange animals. Odd weather patterns including tornadoes spontaneously forming out of nowhere. Gigantic holes being blown in buildings. Balls of light, reports of a bicycle riding stuntwoman, and a rash of underwear thefts," she picked up folder after folder of reports and tossing them all on the desk with a snort of disgust. "And don't get me started on Juuban District! That place makes Nerima look damn tame!"

Ryuunosuke Natsume yawned and rubbed his eyes as he entered the dining room and sat down. He heard Nuku Nuku calling "Papa-san! Papa-san! Come to breakfast!"

A few minutes later, Nuku Nuku came bouncing in accompanied by his unshaven and rather disrupetable looking father who yawned and scratched himself. "Mornin' Ryu," he said smiling and gave him a pat on the head as he plopped down at his place.

"Working all night Dad?" Ryu asked.

"Yep!" Kyusaku reported grinning, "I had a breakthrough! The latest simulations look great and I'm just about—"

KNOCK KNOCK!

"Who's knocking this early in the morning?" Kyusaku muttered, glancing at the front door curiously.

"I'll get it!" Nuku Nuku proclaimed cheerfully, skipping over to the entrance hall. Kyusaku grumbled as he picked up the newspaper and began rifling through it, muttering about impolite people.

They heard the door opening and someone talking and then Nuku Nuku returned. "It's one of Mama-san's employees!"

Kyoko Koitabashi smiled and bowed as both Ryu and Kyusaku gaped at the appearance of one of Akiko Mishima's Office Lady Warriors. Usually, Kyoko was packing several hi-tech armaments and shooting at them. Kyoko was a fervent convert in the theory of peace … through superior firepower.

That being said, Kyoko was probably the more rational and sensible of the duo.

Which really wasn't saying much.

"Lady Akiko would like the opportunity to speak to you Doctor Natsume," Kyoko said politely.

Kyusaku stared at her dumbly before getting up and then risking a peek out of the door. "What no threats? No gunship? No armored mecha? No rockets or laser cannons?" he asked Kyoko in disbelief.

Kyoko gave him a small smirk and gestured for Kyusaku to follow her. Kyusaku scratched his stubbled chin thoughtfully and then shrugged, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Nuku Nuku, Ryu … stay here," he ordered.

He found a large parked limo with Kyoko's fellow OLW, Arisa Mitamura glaring murderously at him which convinced him that he wasn't hallucinating this. She opened the backseat door and stood aside. Kyusaku peeked in and saw his ex-wife sitting inside and scanning a financial report. He slid in the backseat and Arisa slammed the door shut behind him.

Kyusaku opened his mouth when Akiko held up a finger, interrupting him. He growled and folded his arms across his chest and sulked as she finished reading the last page. God, he hated it when she did this crap to him! It really,really pissed him off when she started acting like he was some sort of damn servant instead of her husband!

Akiko flipped the folder shut and smiled at him. "Hello Kyusaku," she said formally.

"Akiko," he spat out.

"I trust you and Ryunosuke are well?" she inquired.

Kyusaku grunted. Akiko sniffed slightly at his boorish behavior. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked, gesturing to the well stocked bar. Kyusaku noted that Akiko was drinking bottled water and decided that he needed his head clear for whatever she was plotting and shook his head sharply.

Akiko's smile turned a bit chilly. Yeah, little Miss Manners loves her little etiquette games, he noted sourly. That was another thing that really,really pissed him off about her. "So what do you want to talk about Akiko?" he asked, deciding to get to the damn point.

"I want you to leave Japan," she said coolly.

Kyusaku smirked as he leaned back. "And I want the Nobel Prize. It's a bit early for threats isn't it?"

Akiko snapped, "It's not a threat."

"Normally you just use your damn Poison gunship and shoot a thousand or so rounds in the apartment," Kyusaku drawled, "maybe lob a couple of missiles or two."

Akiko glared at him, "I want you to leave Japan Kyusaku!"

"Not happening!" Kyusaku sneered, "Just try anything and Nuku Nuku will—"

"I want you to take Nuku Nuku and Ryuunosuke with you!" Akiko barked.

Kyusaku rocked back surprised. "Say what?" he instinctively blurted out. Nuku Nuku he could understand and she probably wouldn't shed any tears over him, but Ryu? She would rather cut off something unimportant, say like an arm, than give up her precious son.

Akiko reached into her purse and extracted an envelope. She handed it over to him. "Take it. It should be enough for three first-class tickets. And six months living expenses. Providing you aren't too extravagant."

Kyusaku reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth as he opened the envelope and studied the plane tickets, the wad of bills along with several credit cards thoughtfully. He looked at his ex-wife and then back at the envelope as he pulled out his lighter and lit the cigarette and took a puff before flicking the lighter shut. His ex-wife remained silent. Well technically, part of his mind remarked, they were still actually married but separated. Somehow, neither of them could actually bring themselves to actually file divorce proceedings.

"Akiko," he said slowly and in a much softer voice, "what's going on here? Why do you want me and Ryu and Nuku Nuku out of Japan?"

Akiko was quiet for a long moment, staring into space. "Father has been meeting with the Diet for the past several weeks. They're talking about a Japanese version of the SuperHuman Registration Act that the United States just passed."

Kyusaku narrowed his eyes. "You mean the same one that got Captain America shot and killed?" he asked stonily. He had been a long time admirer of Tony Stark even if he hadn't approved of the man's past as a munitions manufacturer.

Despite that, he had once attended a technical conference being held by the futurist that had ended badly when that nutty bunch of terrorists/scientists called A.I.M got involved and he had inadvertently met the Sentinel of Liberty himself. He had always assumed that the man was a muscle bound clod but he found himself in awe of the sheer presence and aura projected by the man. He had known he was being dazzled but he still fell under the Star Spangled Avenger's incredible charisma. He remembered grinning goofily as he shook the man's gloved hand, feeling the enormous strength in that grip and the control that made sure that it was not painful but simply firm.

Looking in the clear and steady gaze of the man, he had acquired the sense of the intelligence and purpose held by him. The man was a giant, a titan, a historic figure, a living legend. He had never felt that sort of powerful presence ever again. Not even his wife nor her prick of a father compared. He had never felt intimidated by them ever again after meeting the Captain. They simply could never measure up to that steely gaze.

He had not approved of the SHRA when it was announced. In practice and principle. He had a long simmering distrust of governments.

As a boy, he had been raised by his grandfather who had been a loyal Japanese citizen only to have been thrown in a "reeducation center" during World War II because the Japanese Government didn't trust him because he had relatives in the United States.

His grandfather told him how Kyusaku's grand-uncle had been placed in an American detention center because of those same relatives in Japan. Security they called it. His grandmother told him that she had come home one day and found the house deserted, empty. They had come and taken her husband away with no warning or anything. She had spent weeks, worried sick before the Government got around to telling her about her husband's fate. Even after all of those years, her hands still shook at the memory.

Not that either side had bothered to apologize for their acts afterwards. Not until decades later and his grandfather and grand-uncle had already passed away. The apology was worthless. Meaningless. It made him sick.

"Yes."

Kyusaku puffed furiously on his cigarette.

"I know you Kyusaku," Akiko said coldly. "You wouldn't let us exploit your precious android, there is no way you're going to let the Diet do it either. And when things come to a head and you know they are, you're going to have Nuku Nuku fight, damn the consequences."

Kyusaku leaned back in his seat. "Akiko," he said in a teasing tone of voice, "are you worried about me?"

His wife's impassive facade cracked. "Of course not idiot!" she barked. "I'm worried about Ryuunosuke!"

Kyusaku stubbed out his cigarette and lit another one angrily. For once, he couldn't fault her priorities. Damn it. The Government was going to stick it's nose into things like it always did and things would end up screwed up. The bureaucratic mind would find some way to do so.

Himself, he would have no problem risking. Even Nuku Nuku too. Ryu on the other hand … Ryu … Kyusaku felt his stomach drop at that thought. Ryu was without question, his finest creation in his own immodest opinion; even despite the fact that he had to share credit with his co-creator a.k.a his wife a.k.a his future ulcer.

"Kyusaku, you're a damn genius," Akiko snapped. "Probably the smartest man I've ever met. So for once in your life," and her stern visage cracked as Akiko pleaded, "do the smart thing."

Despite himself, Kyusaku grinned around his cigarette, "Hey, this is me you're talking about."

Akiko grabbed the cigarette and brought it to her mouth and inhaled. "I know," she growled as she puffed on it angrily, "that's why I'm worried."

He rapped the tinted window and the door immediately popped open. He slid out and stuck his hands in his pockets and brought out his cigarette pack and pulled a new one out and stuck it in his mouth. He paused. "How long do we have?" he asked quietly.

"72 hours at least. No more than that," Akiko reported.

Kyusaku nodded thoughtfully and extracted his lighter. "OK."

Akiko's eyes narrowed, "You're welcome by the way," she said coldly.

Kyusaku lit the cigarette and chuckled, "I let you have my cigarette didn't I?"

Akiko snorted and exhaled another cloud of smoke. Kyusaku gave her a short wave and strolled off. Akiko watched him for a moment before turning to the driver's compartment and stubbed the cigarette out in an ashtray. "Let's go," she ordered.

"Yes My Lady," Kyoko and Arisa chorused and the limo started up and smoothly pulled out of the small parking lot.

Kyusaku watched them go. He paused and looked at the cigarette in his hand. He dropped and ground it beneath his sandal. He didn't feel like smoking anymore.

"Hey Dad. Was that Mom?" a familiar voice called out.

Kyusaku turned and saw Ryu trotting up, slinging on his backpack along with his second-greatest creation. Nuku Nuku swung her head around, "Awww … I wanted to say hello to Mama-san!" she whined, her head drooping.

"Mama-san is very busy Nuku Nuku," Kyusaku informed the cat android softly.

Ryu was studying him intently, "Is something wrong?" he asked with the frighteningly directness of youth and the ability to detect that something was amiss.

Kyusaku laughed heartily and clapped him on the shoulder, "Wrong? Nothing's wrong Ryu! Your mom wanted to take you on a vacation trip!"

Ryu blinked. "Now? Mid-terms are coming up soon."

"Ah … you know women!" Kyusaku waved it off, "Once they get an idea into their pretty little heads…" he drawled, "She had some free time and wanted to do something nice for you, but something came up and she had to cancel at the last minute."

"Oh," Ryu relaxed, "Well that was nice of Mom."

"Yep. Since she couldn't take you, she offered her spot to me!" Kyusaku laughed, "Oh and Nuku Nuku is coming too of course!"

"Wow! We really have to thank Mom later don't we Nuku Nuku?"

Nuku Nuku meowed and bobbed her head frantically.

Kyusaku nodded grimly, "Yeah," he muttered, even as he was busy mentally planning what to pack and what to leave behind, "you do that."

And wondering if Ryu would ever get the chance to.

A/N: Many thanks to the people who begged for this series to continue!

The Keroro Platoon comes from the Sgt.Frog series by Mine Yoshizaki. Kyusaku and Akiko Natsume, as well as the OLW Kyoko Koitabashi and Arisa Mitamura, Ryuunosuke Natsume and of course, Atsuko "Nuku Nuku" Nastume are all drawn from the hysterical series All Cultural Catgirl Nuku Nuku by Yuzo Takada.

While only mentioned in passing; I thought I should also give credit where credit is due and say that Ogon Bat was created by Ichiro Suzuki and Takeo Nagamatsu; and is considered to be the first Japanese superhero by the way and was created way back in 1930.

Devilman is by Go Nagai and Mai Kuju is from Mai the Psychic Girl by Kazuya Kudo.

Shin'ichi Kudo on the other hand is the main character, although he is probably better known for his current alias as Conan Edogawa from the Detective Conan series by Gosho Aoyama or as it is more commonly known in the US; as Case Closed.

The Panda from Nerima is of course, Genma Saotome from Rumiko Takahashi's Ranma ½ series.

The Juuban District that Carol Danvers mentions in passing also happens to be the home of Sailor Moon from the series Bishojo Senshi Sailor Moon by Naoko Tekeuchi.

Sunfire and Big Hero Six themselves are all part and parcel of the regular Marvel-verse but are notable because they are Japanese heroes.