bones and blades

the day we spent watching the skies change

She was a storm, a tornado, known upon the Keronian youth as the wildest warrior there was in the entire school. Her insignia, a yellow skull, struck fear in the eyes of weaker beings. 

She smirked as she sauntered down the deep gray sidewalk, raising her head up high and wagging her tail steadily. The confidence held down in her heart provided her with the emotional strength needed to be a solider like she had always dreamed off. However, she wasn’t too terribly flashy, nor did she want romantic attention. She just wanted everyone to be aware that she was the tycoon, and no one would shoot her down.

Yet, as every soldier, she had her weak spot, and that happened to be a quite shy and small pale blue tadpole. She was in her class and had never really stuck out, aside from being commonly targeted due to her weak nature. Now, she wasn’t one to stand up for just anyone, but the tadpole had always had such a soft and kind aura that appealed to her greatly. It felt so nice and warm, like a kind of affection only found between the strongest of bonds. 

The bell calling for the Keronian students to enter the building rang loud and clear, interrupting her thoughts about the girl. She shook her head before going inside her classroom. 'Soldiers don't have time for friendship, I must stay solid...I can't let myself become soft...' she thought to herself.

"Good morning! It's a pleasure to meet you! I suppose you are Pururu, correct? You seem less feminine than your name implies, though..."

'Ugh. She's too sweet, better show her how I roll.'

"Sorry miss, that ain't me. I'm Giroro, and I'm gonna become a Keronian soldier!" She stated proudly, putting her fist over her heart.

Her teacher merely giggled at this. "Hehe, you're so cute! You can't possibly be Giroro, though. I've heard that's the sibling of the ferocious Garuru..." She smiled.

Giroro decided this woman just couldn't be taught and proceeded to sit down at a desk in the back of the classroom. She knew by sitting here she could easily slack off during this boring class by doodling on the creaky, old desk or passing notes to her new classmates.

Once class had begun, she pulled a piece of paper from her messenger bag, scribbled a message on it, crumpled it up, and threw it at a green Keronian sitting in front of her. He emitted a small screech as it hit him square in the back of his head. Giroro chuckled and watched him continually as he unfurled the message and tried his best to hide it under the table.

As he began to read the message, the recess bell rang loud and clear. Giroro rushed out the door, pushing through the crowd of excited Keronian children. She gazed upon what the teacher had called a "playground" in amusement- there were bars perfect for training your muscles, stationary bikes for your legs, and even a makeshift shooting range! Although it lacked any guns and instead had beanbags in the place of them, she smiled wide and dashed over to them. 

As she picked one up, she was greeted by a sharp pain in her shoulder. She quickly turned to see a taller male Keronian glaring down at her. "Sorry, but girls can't play with us."

This sent her into a blinding rage. She felt fire burning in her stomach and blood pumping tightly through her clenched fists. As she completed her turn, she clocked him right in the eye, screeching as her fist met his face. She stepped away arrogantly, sighing and staring down at him as the impact had knocked him to the concrete.