Deep in the caverns of the ocean, a beast slept. Whales and squid swam past the enormous creature as it slumbered. One of the squids made a large rock fall down, causing an echo. Its eyes opened ever so slowly, taking in the sites of the many much smaller creatures. The humans called him Godzilla, but he really didn't care for whatever name he had. Sure enough he saw a small human submarine watching him. He knew it wasn't made for fighting due to the size and the yellow paint. It was just a watcher, spying on him.
Godzilla didn't really think about it at this point. He had fought many human war machines in the past, and knew when humans wanted a fight now. Suddenly, the thoughts of fighting came into his mind. He had honestly forgotten how many battles he had. No matter the creature, no matter the weapon, he always won. It was a shame, there was a time he had exitment in battle. Now, there was nothing. No joy, anger, and no fear. It was boring to fight now. This did sadden him a small bit.
Godzilla decided that now was not the time for thoughts, he got up from the cavern. He slowly began to swim up to the surface. Taking note of the many different animals all around him, the small submarine following as well. When he broke the surface, he was a little shock that it was already morning. The sun creeping on the horizon, touching Godzilla's eyes.
He took a second to admire the sky at the least. He had grown to appreciate the world around him. Something as simple as a sunrise was beutiful to him. Godzilla sniffed the air, a sweet ocean breeze filling his lungs. He noticed something else in the air, another being. He guessed it was his size. Considering it's scent carried this far. Godzilla guessed the direction of the smell, it seemed to be west of him.
Godzilla started his swim to it. If it would be a fight, part of him hoped it would be a powerful foe. Another part of him was just curious, not really caring for a fight. No matter what the outcome was, he still wanted to check. He got the feeling the humans wanted him to check. Maybe they set a trap for him, hoping his curiosity lured him. Or maybe they didn't know what is was either, Godzilla gave them the benifit of the doubt.
He mostly swam under the surface, his spines sticking out of the water. The submarine slowly stopped the pursuit, probably because he was a quite the fast swimmer when he wanted. Godzilla stuck his head out occasionally, a few birds sat calmly on his back. He slowly creeped down under water to get them off, the birds flew away when the water got close.
Godzilla stayed at this pace, not in any hurry. The scent was still there and getting stronger as well. He began to think about what it was, he knew a possible match to it. But something was wrong with it. The animal he thought of came in a pair, and something was wrong with the other's scent. One smelled fine, the other seemed wrong in a weird way. Like rotten flesh to be exact, he wondered why.
Godzilla poked his head out of the water when he noticed an island in the distance. It was barren, rocky, and unwelcoming. But the other thing was the massive amount of human machines on it. Well, what was left of them. Tanks crushed, planes burning, and humans themselves seemingly turned into red paint. Godzilla had a feeling this would be a fight now.
When he got on the beach, the ground was rough. It had several sharp rocks on the ground, along with a few craters. His weight made him take a second to truly get on the island, he still stood tall in the end. The smell was very strong now, he knew what it was. A muto, definitely a female. But again, Godzilla knew something was wrong with male. As he walked, causing large booms as he did, the female did not appear.
Then he saw her, the female muto was kneeling over the male. The male was covered in wounds, and seemed to be dead for at least a day or so. The female was obviously mourning, making small saddened calls. She looked up and saw Godzilla, not noticed his smell, possibly because of her stress. She stood and gave a roar, but it wasn't at all threatening to Godzilla. What he did notice were her dried scars, she also was shaking slightly trying to stand.
Godzilla simply stood there, watching her. He knew she was protecting the male's body, she probably hoped he was still alive. Eventually, she stopped standing in a defensive way. Not having enough strength to keep up the pose. Godzilla waited about five minutes before he began to move forward. She still tried to scare him off, trying to yell a strong roar. She didn't seem at all threatening.
Eventually, she stopped trying to scare him off. Knowing he wouldn't hurt her. Godzilla didn't want to hurt her. When he was around this species constantly, he learned two Mutos were fearsome opponents. One muto, on the other hand, was an unfair fight. The fact she was mourning and wounded, further kebt him from wanting a fight. The closer he got, the more he noticed she was skinny. Unhealthy skinny, seemed like she didn't eat for days. She was now dead quiet.
Godzilla thought about it for a second, he knew they ate radiation. He was essentially a nuclear reactor, and he healed almost instantly. He stuck his arm out, near her face. She looked at him curiously, he kebt his arm out. She looked at his arm for a second and bit down. It did hurt, but he could bear it. Godzilla felt his energy being drained slowly, but he could wait for a bit.
Eventually he started to pull away, she kebt her mouth on, not letting go. It took Godzilla making a strong and angry roar to get her off. The muto stared at him, not knowing what he wanted to do. His arm did heal very quickly, steam coming from the bite marks. They stared at eachother for a few more minutes. Godzilla turned around and went back to the ocean, the muto stayed quiet. Part of him want to stay, but not now.
He swam back underwater, but he rembered her staring at him. The look of desperation, of begging, it slowly ate at the king. Godzilla honestly wished she would have just charged at him, starting a fight. The Muto didn't, she just stood, trying to defend her dead lover's body. Still, maybe the radiation he gave her might keep the Muto going. The thoughts still bugged him.
Eventually he got back to his great cavern, he stayed there because the earth gave radioactive waves. It helped him quickly recover the energy he gave to her. Instead of falling to sleep, he was awake. Not being able to get any sort of rest, just his mind creating more thoughts. Then it hit him, a thought that shocked and hurt. That was the first kaiju, or moment, that a battle did not occur. He began to list off all the beings he met. Machines, giant bugs, aliens, and mutants. He fought ever single one, never feeling mercy or joy in it.
But that Muto was the first thing even slightly like him, that no fight occurred. Godzilla looked up into the blue ocean water. He needed to see her again.