Some sudden, random inspiration came to me in the middle of the night. So here's the story. Might be a little OOC.

Under the Shadow of My Brother

Giroro's POV

My brother is the honor of our family. My father always praise him. I stood in the corner, watching him, admiring him, trying to emulate him. My father was telling him how proud he was of him. Then he saw me in the corner and beckoned me over to share his glorious tales with me, and I was proud of him too.

Then I grew tired of him; no, tired of living up to everyone's expectations. Teachers that had him always expected me to be as good as he was; and when I fell short of those expectations, they frown upon me with pity. I wanted to be myself, I was not my brother and I am still not him. I started to see him as a rival instead of a hero. I want to beat him; I went as far as stop calling him "Nii-chan." I still remembered the first day I called his name in his face. He had joined the Keron Army. He had come home on the weekend and was play-fighting me, and I was losing. He laughed at me and called me weak. Of course that wasn't the first time and he was just joking. I had always laughed it off and gave him a playful punch. We passed around that kind of insults pretty often, so it was not a really big deal. However, that day, something was gnawing me inside and soon I was filled with rage. I stomped the floor and spat in his face that I am not weak and that I hate him for always looking down at me. Then I hissed that one day I will be as good as him or even better, "I will be as good as you or even better than you, just watch me, I hate you Garuru!" He just stood there staring at me. I thought something flickered in his eye when I had uttered those words, but it was gone really soon. Being in a tough love family, we didn't like to show soft emotions. Maybe I had imagined it for my own self satisfaction or maybe it was really there, I didn't know. But it didn't really concern me, I was filled with some kind of ecstasy but some kind of sadness as well. From that day on, we never really did anything together, unless absolutely necessary.

I still loved him and I knew that he loves me too. Of course he would never say he loves me, neither would I. I was thrilled when I learned that I had been chosen to conquer Pekopon, the biggest invasion in the Keron history. Of course my brother already knew since he was an officer; in fact, he had probably known it beforehand but kept it a secret just to surprise me. I rushed home that day to tell my father, and he patted me and said he was proud. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was almost as good as my brother, but somehow still not as good as him. Garuru congratulated me in a really formal way, he had always been like that ever since he became an officer.

The day to depart for Pekopon, I cried for him. I was with Zeroro, in the terminals for Grand Star. Some weird creatures decided to attack on that day, and Garuru was there, on his robot, bravely defending Keron. Then the biggest creature aimed his final energy ball at Keron. Garuru hesitated a little, then he steered his robot at full speed into the energy ball. I thought he was going to die and I cried and screamed "nii-chan!" I thought to myself, why? why any day but today? I was supposed to be happy and excited today.

I could not be more glad when he came out on his wings, aiming his rifle at the creature's single eye. I secretly cursed him in my mind for scaring me into tears and yet at the same time, I felt relieved. I was glad that Zeroro instead of keroro was next to me; that green bastard would have teased me afterward had he been there.

When he had come to supposedly replace us to invade pekopon, he defeated at first. I beat him later and I was shocked when he said, "Your brother is not as strong as you thought."

Tell me if I should write one more chapter in Garuru's POV. Correct me if I had made some mistakes.