How did we get here?
I used to know you so well.
How did we get here?
I think I know.

Garuru was restlessly tossing and turning in his sleep, having a horrible nightmare.

(in the nightmare)

"Garuru, you can't run..." came a deep, sinister voice.

"Yes I can! Go away!" Garuru's voice cracked. He was actually scared.

"you must embrace your new self!" the voice roared.

"No! I don't want to!" Garuru began to run in the empty darkness.

"You can't escape." the voice was right in front of him, and he ran into who owned the voice.

More like what owned the voice.

It was a large, looming figure drenched in shadow. The only thing Garuru could make of it was its glowing red eyes.

"G-go away! Leave me!" Garuru backed up, only to find himself against a wall.

"You must face your new self. Embrace him. Know him. Become him." the figure prepared to pounce. Garuru couldn't move.

"Embrace him!" the figure roared, jumping at Garuru and...

Garuru woke up with a start, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

"Just another nightmare. Just another nightmare." he kept convincing himself, regaining his sanity and calmness. He sighed.

"Why do I keep having this damn vision over and over?" the purple male whispered to himself, not expecting an answer. It was silent and dark in his room since it was only 3 in the morning.

Garuru absent mindedly stroked his new scar he had received from a surprise attack from the mysterious rival race called the Okamionians, or wolf aliens. The scar ran down from the middle of his left shoulder to just above his stomach. It wasn't noticeable unless you looked hard, had super clear vision, or just knew it was there, which few did. Only his platoon knew of it.

Every time he stroked it, he came across a spot that still stung. It wasn't a fresh scar, so it was practically fully healed. It just hurt now.

"I hope nobody ever finds out what the true affects of this scar are." Garuru sighed, laying back down. He closed his eyes, hoping that he wouldn't have that cursed nightmare again.

In the morning, Garuru had woken up exhauseted. He had to have his name yelled to get his attention, shaken awake whenever he lost control of the ship, and a bowl of water had to be thrown at him at one point because he passed out during a meeting and was out cold.

"Lieutenant, are you sure you're fine" Pururu worried.

"Yes, Chief Medic. I'm okay." Garuru replied.

"No, you're not fine, lieutenant." Pururu insisted, "You need rest. We need to all be ready for our Pekopon mission. It's a doctor's order."

"Okay then." Garuru hobbled over to his room, using the walls to help him. He got in, slammed the door, and slumped down on his bed.

"I do need sleep, I know..." Garuru thought, "But I can't with this damn dream keeping me awake." He closed his eyes.

Garuru awoke in a tent. How'd he end up here?

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Giroro's voice laughed.

"What?" Garuru gasped. He had slept this whole time, and nobody bothered to wake him when they landed?

"Yeah, I know. At first when I saw you, I thought you were dead, but I realized that you were only sleeping. Heh. Tired?" Giroro said.

"Very." Garuru put a hand on his forehead.

"Drink this." Giroro handed his brother a steaming cup of tea.

"What's this for?" Garuru asked as he sat up.

"Dororo says it'll help you wake up." Giroro smiled.

"Which reminds me." Garuru chuckled as he accepted the tea, "Have you confessed yet?" He smiled slyly as Giroro's face lit up like the Fourth of July in pink.

"Th-that's... None of your business, Nii-san." Giroro looked away.

"You haven't, have you?" Garuru perked a brow.

"No, not yet." Giroro sighed.

"Look, you need to man up and tell him." Garuru said, taking a sip of his tea.

"Oh, like you did with Pururu?" Giroro snickered. Garuru refrained from spitting out his tea to correct him. Instead, he calmly swallowed what was in his mouth before he spoke.

"That was completely different, Giroro." Garuru calmly stated. Giroro rolled his eyes.

"How'd you get that scar, changing subject." Giroro wondered. This time, Garuru spit out what was in his mouth, quickly wiped his mouth, and set down his cup.

"Vipers, yes, Vipers." Garuru quickly said.

"You're hiding something, Nii-san." Giroro insisted.

"No, I'm not, and it really was Vipers." the lieutenant lied. He didn't like having to lie to his own little brother, but he couldn't put him in danger by the truth.

"Whatever you say." Giroro surrendered, putting his hands up. Garuru finished his tea in peace.

I just came up with this from a dream I had. I have a whole story written out and will eventually have the whole thing typed up. Be patient please! GUMIKU out!