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Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff, except for my Kaiju design.
"You- What?" Disbelief was woven throughout Gottlieb's voice as he broke the awkward, across-the-phone silence.
"A baby Kaiju! It's in my-"
"That's not possible, Newton, you're hallucinating. Call a doctor-"
"I'm not fucking hallucinating!" Newt peeked back over the handrail, exhaling unsteadily when he caught sight of the large, grey lump in his yard. "It's…it's sleeping. Here-" He snapped a quick picture (or three; his hands were still shaking crazily) and sent it to Gottlieb, then leaned against the rail and closed his eyes.
"This…is this some kind of joke?" Gottlieb whispered.
Newt frowned and rolled his eyes. "Of course not! You know I'm not joking, and I know what you're gonna say, but I think…maybe I should-"
"No! Absolutely not! We're going to tell-"
"Nuh-uh, Hermann, he's in my yard, and if someone comes down here they'll kill him-"
"Him?" Gottlieb sounded appalled. "Listen to me. Newt!" The tattooed scientist snapped his mouth shut, cursing the faint connection their Drift experience left them with. "You can't seriously believe you can keep it! Newton, it's going to kill you if you get near it, you need to call the Marshall…"
Allowing Gottlieb's voice to fade into the background noise of his consciousness, Newt began to creep down the porch steps to the lawn, crouching as his feet touched the grass. "Hermann… I'll talk to you later."
"Newt, don't you dare hang-"
Completely ignoring the other man's protests, Newt slipped out of his boots and dropped his phone inside the left one. Wiggling his toes into the cool, thick grass, the doctor drew several calming breaths before taking his first tentative steps towards the monster. Judging by the slow rise and fall of its…well, everything (it was curled up too tightly to distinguish many features), the Kaiju was sleeping comfortably. Only its head was immediately recognizable, jutting out from the bulk of its body; it looked not unlike a dragon, with serrated teeth that poked up from its lower jaw and large, triangular nostrils just in front of its six eyes, three on each side, which were all currently closed.
"Hey…hey, beautiful…" Newton breathed as he shuffled closer to the Kaiju. "I won't hurt you, baby… Oh god…" Adjusting his glasses, the scientist struggled to control his heartbeat. The beast's hot breath ghosted over Newt's exposed skin, raising goosebumps down the length of his spine. "Oh my…how are you possible, you gorgeous-"
Newton's voice suddenly caught in his throat as six brilliant, electric blue eyes slid open, slowly focusing behind nearly transparent secondary eyelids. Squinting as a particularly strong blast of air gusted passed him, Newt lowered himself into a crouch and stared into the Kaiju's eyes, holding his breath. A low rumble began to vibrate though the air as the monster pushed itself to its feet – all six of them – and bared its teeth in a bone-rattling growl. Tiny flecks of blue saliva spotted Newt's glasses, but he made no move to wipe them away.
The Kaiju was small, by Kaiju standards; Newt guessed it was around twenty feet long and a little more than six feet tall at the shoulder. Vaguely lizard-shaped, it had a long tail and two sets of muscular legs, much like a Komodo dragon or monitor lizard, spaced far apart along its body. A smaller set of appendages near the front legs helped support the chest and back, which were crisscrossed with the trademark blue lines found on almost all Kaiju.
Newt's usual analysis was cut short as a snort from the creature sent several globs of a viscous, electric blue liquid flying in the scientist's direction. He snapped out of his trance and jumped back, cursing, and fully expecting his skin to start sloughing off at any second. When it didn't however, he immediately flopped backwards onto the ground and swallowed dryly.
Its attention now completely focused on Newton, the Kaiju narrowed its eyes, the pupils contracting into severe slits against their blazing blue background. Languidly, almost as if it had a mind of its own, a long, muscled tongue snaked out of the creature's mouth and split into four searching tendrils that reached towards the now trembling doctor. Newt's mind snapped back to the bunker in Hong Kong; he had escaped death by Kaiju-tongue once, but going near one again was definitely pushing his luck.
Newton's luck, however, was apparently not at the forefront of this particular Kaiju-tongue's thoughts, as one tendril suddenly constricted around the scientist's ankle and pulled him closer, allowing the other three strands to begin feeling along his body, grazing over his skin with a searing, visceral heat. Newt's mouth opened in a silent gasp as one found its way up his shirt; his subconscious mind fought to ignore the heat, while his rational brain braced for his guts to be spilled at any moment.
The doctor had been completely unaware of the fact that he had been arching off the ground until the tentacles were abruptly yanked away and his back fell back to earth. Slowly uncurling his cramped toes, Newt watched as the Kaiju surveyed him for another brief second before turning its back and slinking to another, cushier place in the fenced yard, four-pronged tail swinging lazily behind it. He blinked several times, whimpered quietly, and passed out cold in the grass before even having a chance to pull his shirt back down over his tattooed torso.
