Hmmmm it's been so long since I've written a fanfiction, and yet here I am. Writing one. Damn. I thought I was through this part of my life, but apparently not!
I've been on a GiroNatsu kick lately, and there's just not enough fanart/fanfictions to suit my interest. So. Yeah.
Enjoy!
Deep within the base of the Keronian army, a meeting was under way. Dozens of high ranking Keronians filled up the seats of the hall, sitting silently as they watched. A purple Keronian stood frozen in the center of the room, staring in shock at the orders he'd just received from the council members who sat perched on the podiums directly in front of him.
"While we realize your brother is a member of the platoon, we ask that you put your feelings aside. You are one of our most adept soldiers, not only that, you are also the most accomplished marksman of the Keronian army." The council speaker paused, "Your skills make you the most capable candidate for this mission."
A thick bead of sweat rolled down Garuru's face, he could hear the plop as it dripped down onto the floor beneath his feet. It didn't seem as though this should be real. And yet no matter how many times he pinched himself, the result was always the same. He was awake.
"You have your orders. We trust you will carry them out?"
Garuru swallowed hard. He knew what his only answer could be. To say no would be treason, which would surely result in horrific punishment for him, besides it would just result in someone else being assigned to do the job in his place. He had no other choice, he had to accept. Composing himself he raised his right arm and firmly saluted the council. "Yes."
"Very good. Begin the preparations for your mission at once. Operation Assassinate A.R.M.P.I.T. must be carried out immediately. They are a blemish on the face of the Keronian army."
"Yes sirs." He could just puke.