Continuing. Now we'll take a look at what will be the story's main character. And, our first Kaiju battle shown in it's entirety. Please do enjoy, and HERE WE GO!

-West Osaka, Japan-17:39 hours-

West Osaka was one of Japan's three main cities, the others being the main section of Osaka and Japan. West Osaka had long since ceased being a haven for kaiju battles, the number of battles fought there down to maybe one or two a month, but the other two nation's super-cities still were.

A mere half million citizens lived in the city at the highest time. The lack of Kaiju battles also came with a lack of population, as just the main section of Osaka was over 1.1 million itself.

And as everything continued on, nothing rally stood out. People were walking about, fulfilling jobs for the centroid. The centroid was the main government system of the world, and controlled almost all aspects of life, including the kaiju battles in a long and complicated way. Almost 3 quarters of the inhabitants of this sector worked for the centroid, and even if they were killed, it didn't matter, as there were always clones that could be made to do the job just as easily.

But amongst it all, everyone was very content with their life. The average lifespan was about 21 years, anywhere from 2 months to 3 years in the city, the prior years being raised away form population havens around the world in education and re-educations camps. They didn't mind the abnormally short life spans, as they thought it was unavoidable and somewhat honorable to be killed in a kaiju attack.

But there was always an exception. Errs rarely happened, but it did…The dark haired male was definitely older then his early thirties, possibly later 30's or early forties. He was the exception. Takuya Yamashira walked into the tall steel structure that had been destroyed multiple times. He showed his clearance, and was allowed in. Climbing the stairs up to the third floor allowed him to get him to the desk he worked at, and sitting down, he logged into the computer. Apparently, there was a slight err with one of the commands that were shouted for the Tokyo district whenever Angurius would arrive, and that was his job, monitor the sounds of Tokyo. Checking in, he played it briefly enough, then corrected it, deepening the voice and cutting what appeared to be a small hum in the background. With that completed, he leaned back in his chair, taking out a pipe, and placing some tobacco inside it. Lighting it with a small match of his, the man contemplated, looking intently at the computer, and all the information he had links to.

What was the purpose? Every day a mean of 6 million were killed, then the buildings and landscape were replaced within 16 minutes by the Beta 16 program, which would fix anything to any state any person would select, usually which was back to the original state of the city, while the population was fixed by importing the same number of youth from any education camp that was ready to complete various jobs. However long that cycle had lasted…he had no idea.

Briefly glancing over his shoulder, he noted that his door was shut, and as no one that would walk in on him un-expectedly could see what he was doing, he titled the pipe upwards, then leaned forward and grabbed a three quarter inch three ring binder. He opened it, the pages all written in his handwriting for several years. The first pages documenting various things about how to work and edit sounds, the big booming voices that would sound over Tokyo prior, during, and after a kaiju battle. After that, several pages devoted on how to avoid getting killed in a kaiju attack, whether it be single kaiju mass destruction or a battle. And then, personal reminiscing.

He had not an idea when he started, only that it was supposed to be 2054 currently, and that he had been recording information and opinions for about 17 years. Taking a very short pencil with a nearly non-existent eraser, he began continuing his log.

July 2054 After the fixing and editing of Angurius' call, it has occurred to me the oddity that the city of Tokyo doesn't take care of it's own kaiju sounds. Logically, that should work, as the transmission could be let loose earlier.

Then again, like the centroid had said, the kaiju could easily crush any sound generators in the city. Of course, if I brought that up, they'd have me removed.

He stopped writing for a bit, remembering that a few year prior someone else in London apparently had what was called 'independency crimes' merely considered ordering certain education camps with the cities, so some camps wouldn't be almost empty all the time, while others were rarely drawn from.

Anyhow, I heard that they might consider re-allowing another assistant kaiju. That would prove interesting, but rather I have to make a sound package for that one or not…I don't know. The centroid will tell me…in time. Or they'll never tell me, and it will become nothing but another insignificant detail in life. Re-reading that entry, he was mostly satisfied, exhaling through the pipe in satisfaction.

He looked around again, then switched to a slightly thinner pencil, and the slight jarring of his body jarred the pipe, shaking about the half-ash and half-tobacco contents, and a plume of smoke rose up, obscuring Takuya's vision. He merely waved it away with his free hand, then began drawing, a crime guilty of exile and isolation. Word had it, could be to an island, as that was what the original meaning of the world exile meant. HE continued working up a line, just putting enough curve in to prove it wasn't measurements he was recording, then bending suddenly and changing the angle, and after a bit more straightness, rounded the curve.

It was several hours later before he was interrupted. By this time, he had marvelously crafter the female's face and upper body, and was now working on the lines on the abdominal section, trying to draw what would be called distastefully pornographic in the current culture, but works of art in the 'dark' prior years. The interruption was called by a deep, booming voice indicating another kaiju fight to begin.

"MOTHRA!" Takuya looked up, stuck the pencils in his pocket, closed the book, and got up out of his chair, walking briskly out of the office and to the stairs.

"MEGAGUIRUS!" HE could then hear the faint echo of the dragonfly like kaiju's call, and he hurried up. Even if it was distant, the two were fast fliers, and could quite quickly get to his building. He ignored the railing, tucking the binder under his arm and running down the stairs.

"MOSTERS…"

He was on the first floor, and the other people in his office building were now exiting the front door, congregating to see a kaiju battle in the city, for many, their first time. Mr. Yamashira had seen his fair share of such battles, and didn't wish to see this one. He pushed through and got out of the crowd and building, looking in the distance as he could see about 2 miles away the Mothra larvae rear onto the back of it's tail, and Megagiurus hover in the air. He briskly walked in a straight line away form the battle, down the street.

"…FIGHT!" The sound of carnage instantly echoed through the city as the two collided far behind him. Tucking the binder tighter to his body, he ran away, across the street very rapidly and closely missing several cars. There was one spot in which the kaiju would hardly ever bother.

Mothra slammed her body into the larger of the two kaiju, and Megagiurus jumped backwards in the air. She clicked her claws in irritancy, then with the right most one grabbed the small kaiju by the tail, and flung her into the air, then turning with her back to the ground, she caught the kaiju, spun her around on her legs, then threw her a distance away. The caterpillar rolled right side up, then leaped into the air, and spun in mid-air herself, lashing the queen of the meganula with a head but and tail strike, then landing. Mothra opened her jaws, and unleashed a silk substance. Although it was just flung off the opponent's rapidly beating wings, it began coating thickly the rest of her body, and where the wings connected to her back. That gave it a smaller range of motion, and the wings slowed down. Finally, coating those steadily beating wings, the kaiju fell out of the sky and fell to the ground.

Megagiurus looked to be in a lightly formed silk cocoon. Then, without warning, she rolled over, some of the silk peeling off of her and onto the ground, and stabbed Mothra in the side with the tail. Skewered, Mothra tired un-impaling herself, but the kaiju merely began draining her blood, life-force, and energy form her. A battle like this wouldn't last long.

And then, without warning, the larvae disappeared, and in the place was a peanut shaped cocoon, that just as suddenly as it had appeared shattered, and a fully grown Mothra greeted the world. This shape-shifting dislodged the tail, and the now beautiful creature slammed her body weight into the still larger kaiju, and she retreated, back almost right against the wall.

Mothra swooped forward again, but Megagirus near instantly flew away, stopping behind her as Mothra flew head first into the force-field that kept the kaiju within the city limits, and she was thrown into the air, temporarily stunned. Megagirus grabbed the kaiju as she fell back down to earth with her claws, and hurled her back into the barrier, and this time, she gave her a body slam, but due to a slight misjudgment of distance, the opponent merely landed on the ground. The meganula queen brought her body slamming down, but Mothra rolled herself to the side, then became airborne once more, and flew to the opposing side of a skyscraper.

For any kaiju, the obvious solution was to just fly over the building and land on the kaiju below, but as that is what Mothra expected, Megagirus charged right into the building, and it came crashing down onto Mothra, and her call screamed into the sky as she became grounded. The still aloft monster jammed her tail into the rubble, hoping to drain the life form Mothra, but just as she did that, the feebler kaiju shot out of the rubble just mere feet from the inserted tail, and gave the aloft kaiju a head but in the neck, and she flew back, doing one and a half somersaults in the air before landing on her back, and Mothra shot high into the sky, turned around, and unleashed several antennae beams at her exposed underside. Right before she would of head butted her again into the ground, she picked up more speed, and shot another beam, turned upwards, re-aiming her beam to the face, and blasting the face as she flew off. Unfortunately, she miss-aimed, and flew right into another building, and it collapsed in front of her, while she tried desperately to stay aloft.

About that time, Megagirus slammed her with the tail, and inserted her appendage into her back, and wouldn't let her rival go, flying over the water, and drowning her deeply into it. She pulled up just as the Giant voice shouted 'K.O.' followed by 'Winner!' as the body of the elegant moth sank to the bottom. Megagirus somersaulted in mid-air, celebrating hr victory, and was ported away, only with minor damage to her body, save for her jawbone, which was knocked out of place.

Takuya opened the double cellar doors outward. Stepping out of the bomb shelter, he walked off calmly as the main Vortaak ship flew overhead, slowly but surely repairing the damaged landscape with the Beta 16 which looked just like a vertical beam that slowly traversed over the land, reforming the rubble back into what the city had looked like, all the physical properties fixed. They never needed to fix the mostly abandoned bomb shelter he was in, so he calmly walked out, and the damage, which was on the other side of town and minor compared to what was usually done.

However, he sighed in exasperation as he looked at his office building, which was partially destroyed on the upper few floors were destroyed on the right side, apparently from the JSDF and G-Force launching several missiles and not bothering to aim. Looking around, he saw several corpses laying in the street, people trampling each other to get closer to the action. The Japanese survivor knelt over, and spotting a blue tarp that was randomly blew by, he caught it as it blew b his face, and put it over two corpses, side by side, a man and woman that looked to have been holding hands, only to get trampled and the female speared through the throat by shrapnel.

Andrew Turner looked intently at the screen as he observed the survivor bowing his head, believing no one was around to notice his reverence for the dead. He picked up a phone sitting beside him, and held it up to his ear. "Mr. Soros, We have another one."

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