Julien..???

Okay, on as much as I know about Private (barely)I know he has a father named Sam isda (read it and weep, actually, don't weep.. But on my Operation ibong dagat Game, Private mentions "My father Sam Fish" soo yea XD) So please enjoy my fanfic! :D (I PUT SWEAT AND BLOOD INTO THIS!! Wait, no that was prutas punch..)
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November 20th, 1995.

Skipper, a ibong dagat marched back and forth. Thinking worriedly and rapidly.
"Alright men. The Major General is coming.. I don't know why.. But.." Skipper went back into is thoughts.
Rico, the youngest ibong dagat sa pamamagitan ng two years...

Note: This is my first Koico, Rowalski, Kico...whatever you'd like to call it. It is in Rico's point of view.

I watched him as he sat there, lonely as always. He never really seemed to care whether he had such company or not. Very careless indeed. I enjoyed to have him around all the time, he was a like a best friend to me...but there were times that I doubted our friendship. I didn't think that he didn't like me or something around that area, I just sometimes felt really close to him. Too close, I believe. Almost like brothers. Sometimes I felt even closer than that. I always wondered how...

Chapter 7

Rico’s eyes scrolled over the room, searching for the items that would be necessary for his rescue. He kept looking around but he couldn’t stay looking at something too long, the longer he took, the farther Marlene and Richard got. His stomach was feeling sick at the thought of Marlene and Richard EVER being together. That was just wrong. To Rico, he was some kind of molester…and he knew he probably was to anybody else.

The crazy ibong dagat shook his head and tried to get focused on what he was doing again, but it was pretty hard to concentrate when his doll was watching him every...