Ah goodie, my first fanfic. :P Well, actually it's a oneshot, but who really cares? XD Please give out reviews! I need them!
I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT ALL THESE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE. THEY BELONG TO MINE YOSHIZAKI, THE GENIUS CREATOR OF THIS WONDERFUL MANGA/ANIME.
A desolate concrete wasteland stretched endlessly for miles without end. A scarlet, blood-red sky blanketed the space above dotted with menacing pitch-black clouds of dust and gunpowder. No life could be spotted with the naked eye except for a squat figure. He donned a maroon hat with a gleaming belt, and his skin matched that of the sky. Scarred, gritted eyes and gray pupils constantly scoured the area for a microscopic detail incompatible from the surroundings.
Shuffle.
Without warning, the figure spun around and targeted the concealed shadow with a rifle, which crumpled to the ground instantly. More blurs flew up for ambush, but he shot them down absentmindedly as if they were dummies at a carnival game. One by one, the blurs dropped to the floor, revealing themselves as sentries of an unknown antagonist, until the unidentified being sensed no more soldiers.
Once again, the murky fog of silence drifted into existence.
After what seemed like eons later, the character picked up another sign of life. He heard a small gasp of fear emit from someone familiar, but it was too late.
Before he could realize it, a gunshot pierced his sensitive ears.
The figure set eyes on a human civilian, limping from her hiding spot. Her light red hair was neatly pulled into two ponytails. The girl was clutching her upper left chest – the exact place where the alien shot her.
"Gi—Giroro. . ." she gasped quietly, coughing out drops of blood. "Why?" With one last breath, she collapsed onto the hard earth.
"Natsumi!" Giroro exclaimed, shocked. He sprinted to her as fast as he could but to no avail. Giroro had accidentally killed his lover.
Tears slowly curved from Giroro's eyes onto the late Pekoponian soldier's forehead. Giroro snapped his head up to the remorseful sky and chokingly howled out his last words:
"NATSUMIIIIII!!"
Giroro broke away from the restraining chains of nightmare and found himself in his tent. His whole body was more drenched than the longest time he ever spent underwater. (Author's note: No, he did not pee the bed XD;;) His pink cat, Neko, peeked at Giroro through sandy eyes, unconcerned about his status, and droned a meow of complaint.
After Giroro managed to settle down, he stumbled out of his tent and glanced at the window above him. Good, he thought, breathing a sigh of relief, Natsumi's still sleeping. Giroro then whispered an "Oyasumi nasai" (Translation: "Good night") to the slumbering, Juliet-like maiden and crawled back inside his tent. He laid down on his damp sleeping mat and closed his eyes. Giroro slowly inhaled through his invisible nose.
Don't worry, Natsumi, he assured. I will never do something to you like that. Not even if it's Headquarters' orders. With that, Giroro let the cool tide of slumber sweep him away.
Up in the night sky, a smooth metallic saucer ascended from its location above the Hinata residence to the stratosphere. A yellow star gleamed on its cold belly with unknown markings painted below it.
THE END
Well, I hope I didn't waste several minutes of your time. I'm sorry that it was short, I thought it was gonna be longer than I expected. Well, anyway, that's it for my first fanfic! ;P