Garuru
I am the stoic leader.
The most straightforward things I do are shown through little to no feeling. Small gestures, simple nods, and vague frowns are met with frightened stares, the recipients of my lack of emotion unsure of how to appropriately respond.
I do this for a reason, mind you.
The less feeling I reveal, the less likely I will ever have to endure a painstakingly cruel observation from the common spectator… the less likely I'll unleash the grueling, pitiful weakness within.
I am not an idiot; I understand when people convey the deepest of emotions to me. When Giroro was struck by one of my bullets, and tumbled down to the pits of the waters below… when that boy was horrified to see the Sergeant transformed into a blank, amnesic and power-hungry leader… when Pururu confessed to me in tears that she wanted to treat me kindly.
Heh.
Neither of my actions could be excused. Giroro could have easily gotten killed, Keroro never revived from that state, and Pururu deeply scarred by my lack of emotion, but it absolutely must be done, even if it must be done in the cruelest of ways possible.
I am an older brother, and I am the leader of my own platoon.
Strength is key; weakness is prohibited.
And emotion is weakness.
Yes, I'm ripping off of "Keroro Gunso Turned Emo" by Runningwithscissorsxxxbattle scars. But I absolutely loved the idea so much, and seeing as there is still little fan fictions about the Garuru Platoon... I decided to try it out (I'm sorry, I'm sort of stuck in this phase... XD This will be the last Garuru-centered fan fiction that I'll start; I'm sorry). If the author of the original idea wants me to take it down, I will. I just wanted to let everyone know that yes, I was inspired by that fan fiction to make this. Still, I hope you enjoy these very, very short stories.