OK, time to get properly started on this. Enjoy.
Godzilla is © Toho
TAKUYA
Tokyo, 2022
"Now, we all know that the Kaiju disappeared in the year 2005," The teacher continued, "But can anyone name the exact date? …Anyone?"
Takuya didn't even register the teacher's words; he knew all of this already, and wasn't especially interested in hearing it again. Terrible threat, greatest enemy mankind ever faced, not a single new word in the pile.
His eyes itched behind the contacts that made them appear simply bright brown instead of their true colour, and his light-grey, medium-length spiky hair hung lazily around his bored features.
"Mr. Serizawa," The teacher's voice irritatingly rang closer in his ears, "Takuya!"
Takuya turned his eyes up with a slight sting. Damn it, those new contacts were uncomfortable.
"November 3rd," Takuya replied dryly. Apparently satisfied with this answer, the teacher walked away as Takuya returned his attention to trying to stand his pencil on one end.
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"You," The spike-haired, somewhat short boy, decked out in a baggy T-Shirt and cargo pants (though the school had a uniform policy, it wasn't enforced much), declared, "Are a glutton for punishment."
Takuya just shrugged as he finished a third slice of pizza.
"Three slices!" Akira proclaimed, switching gears with odd speed, "The unbeatable eating machine triumphs again! Pay up!"
"When am I gonna frickin' learn…" The other boy, his head a mass of messy brown hair, shook his head as he reached into his pocket and handed over the betting money. "I don't get you, man. You eat, you eat and you eat some more, and you don't gain a pound."
"I have a high metabolism," Takuya shrugged, "What's there to get?"
"Still not a patch on the human garbage disposal here," Rojo pointed to Akira.
"You're just jealous that you can't handle your steak," Akira smirked, patting his stomach proudly. "So anyway, dude, heard old man Kitamura came down on you again."
"And?" Takuya replied simply. "Four days' detention? I could do that standing on my head." He lifted a can of soda to his mouth and proceeded to down the whole thing in around ten seconds.
"You wouldn't say that if you were missing something," Rojo smirked, "You need to get yourself a girl, man."
"I'm fine as I am," Takuya shrugged.
"Yeah?" Akira subtly pointed to the cafeteria doors, "How 'bout her?"
Takuya glanced behind him at the girl who had just entered the room. She was, in a word: gorgeous. Full-bodied, dark-brown hair down to the small of her backs, a near-perfect body shape filled out in all the right places, and soft features with a pair of sparkling blue eyes.
"Dude," Rojo stared as if mesmerised, "I would hit that with the force of a thousand exploding suns…"
"Very poetic, Rojo," Takuya rolled his eyes. "See you guys later, I gotta use the bathroom."
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After briefly checking that he was alone in the school bathroom, Takuya quickly leaned on the sink in front of the mirror, lifting a finger to his eye and swiftly removed the coloured contact lens. He looked into the mirror, the burning orange of his real iris gazing back at him. He'd just needed to take the damn thing out for a few seconds.
He hated having to wear those things, to hide what he really was, what he could really do… just having to play human for the approval of a school full of idiots, thugs and losers, the only exceptions to that, as far as he was concerned, being Akira and Rojo. They didn't care about him, so why should it concern him what they thought?
Because it was his mother's dying wish, he reminded himself. And that was enough for him.
After taking a few seconds without the wretched thing in his eye, he replaced the contact and walked back out into the corridor.
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The tall, thin teenager, his dark hair gelled back and adorned in a dark, scruffy jacket, looked up as he extended and retracted the switchblade he held in his palm.
"Yo, Ogata," The boy next to him nudged him in the side, "Check this out…"
The girl with the stunning figure and long, brown hair was talking to another girl on the other side of the schoolyard, an attractive sway in her hips as she made to leave the school for the end of the day.
"Nice," Ogata smirked as he let the switchblade flick out. "Good eye, dude."
"You want first crack at this one?" Gendo grinned wickedly.
"First shot is always mine," Ogata snarled, suddenly vicious, holding the point of the switchblade to Gendo's neck. "Don't forget that."
He promptly dropped the blade, turning his attention back to the girl walking past.
"Hey, baby," he called out, concealing the blade, "You feel like some… after-school activities?" He reinforced his intention with a wicked grin.
"Thank you," The girl replied in a calm, gentle voice, "But no."
She turned and walked away, only for Ogata to suddenly grab her arm.
"You sure?" Ogata smirked, stepping forward and moving his free hand around her back, lowering it down and sharply squeezing the girl's backside.
"I said 'no'," The girl replied, more forcefully this time. "Now if you'd please remove your hand…?"
"I don't think you get my point," Ogata repeated, holding up the blade.
What he didn't notice, however, was the sudden shimmer in the girl's eyes, almost like a tear made of light that, just for a second, filled her entire iris.
"Let me go," She said, her voice still soft and elegant.
Ogata stammered for just a second, relaxing his grip, as the girl took a sharp step back and prepared to turn away- before Ogata grabbed her from behind, pressing the blade to her throat and using his free hand to grab hold of one of her breasts.
"Relax, babe," he breathed harshly into her ear, "You might even enjoy it…"
The girl shook with a mix of fear and frustration as Ogata's hand moved down to her jeans. She could flatten if she wanted to, in about six different ways from her current position that she could easily work out; but if she did, of course…
These fears were suddenly alleviated as she felt Ogata's body pulled sharply away from hers, a dull 'thud' sounding as Ogata slammed into the wall behind her.
She spun round and, to her surprise, saw a boy with messy, light-grey (most noticeably) hair, about 6-foot-something, in a jacket, jeans and a dull grey T-Shirt.
"Trying to force a girl in broad daylight?" The boy asked consumptively, "I don't know what disgusts me more: the perversion or the stupidity."
"Nobody gets in my way," Ogata snarled viciously as he grappled with one hand to free his throat from the grip that held him against the wall. In fact, the girl had somehow failed to notice that the boy was holding Ogata against the wall, and off the ground, one-handed, and didn't seem to be finding it particularly difficult.
Ogata jabbed the switchblade down, its point slicing into the boy's arm with a slick sound as Ogata's near-victim covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror.
The boy just flinched slightly and, raising one hand, pulled out the knife, a thin coating of blood on it, and dropped it to the ground, looking down with mild irritation at the tear it had made in the fabric.
"I happen to like this jacket," he stated darkly.
Near-effortlessly, he dropped Ogata to the floor, allowing him to role a few feet away and catch his breath.
"Get up," The boy ordered viciously.
Ogata, for his own reasons, complied, drew back one fist and, in sheer rage that anyone would dare to get in his way, threw a solid punch forward.
Takuya grabbed his arm in one hand and, shifting his weight, used Ogata's own momentum to swing him round and send him crashing into the wall.
"Your friend left, by the way," He observed, referring to Gendo, before turning away from Ogata in disgust.
"You OK?" He asked, taking a step towards the stunned girl.
"Y-Yes," She stuttered, "…Thank you--"
"No worries," The boy shrugged. "You knew here?"
"Yeah," The girl replied, moving a strand of hair out of her face, "Akane Otanashi."
"Takuya Serizawa," The boy introduced himself. "Well take it easy."
Takuya turned and strode away, as if nothing had ever occurred.
Akane didn't leave. She didn't even concern herself as Ogata got up and limped away.
Instead, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone, selecting a number and dialling.
"I found him," She said into the phone.
Sorry for the wait. So, anyone surprised by the end of the last chapter. Oh, and if the name of Takuya's teacher rings any bells with anyone, then congratulations on being a sharp-eyed Godzilla fan.
Did this chapter on my day off from school. As you may see, I've changed a few things here, some minor, some not so. Don't just expect a repeat of the first two GSOAM stories.
All Reviews Welcome!