An odd idea that got into my head and when that happens, you just have to write it down. This will be my first long story, but we'll see how it goes.

First things first, this is certainly more...anime (for the lack of a better term) than usual, more so in designs than anything else, so, don't worry about things getting weird when it comes to character interactions.

The story doesn't take place in any canon setting.

It also can get a little grisly at times, which isn't anything new for those who have seen Godzilla movies, but it might be worth mentioning given how the protagonist isn't a giant reptile.

Don't expect more than one human kaiju to appear.

An alarm clock rings out.

The little device keeps buzzing for several more seconds before a little pale hand reaches out to shut it off, accidentally knocking it off the nightstand in the process. Being a sturdy little thing, it doesn't falter at all and yet it fails to fulfill its sole purpose in spite of its persistence. The little girl merely buries herself under her blanket and falls asleep as if nothing happened, hoping to get some more sleep and avoid parting with her soft bed for a little longer.

A minute passes and someone enters the room, no doubt drawn by the endless buzzing, which is put to rest shortly afterwards. This person is a woman in her early thirties with shoulder-length dark blue hair tied into a ponytail and dreadfully tired hazel eyes. Her name is Kyoko Okada and she is here to wake up her daughter. Yukiko doesn't always have trouble waking up, but this is something her mother is well prepared for.

"Sweetie, wake up or you'll be late for school."

A dissatisfied grunt is all she receives in response. When a little more nudging fails to work as well, Kyoko moves on to slightly more drastic measures. The older woman carefully pulls away the blanket off her daughter's face and draws the curtains to let sunlight into the room. This on its own wouldn't be enough and so she makes her way towards the door.

"If you don't wake up, I'll have to eat your breakfast myself before it gets cold."

Now that ends up being effective and Yukiko reluctantly slips off of her bed. The fourteen years old girl in question has waist-length black hair with bangs mostly gathered in the middle and long sidelocks along with black eyes, which now peer open as she rises to her feet with some difficulty. As much as she wants to sleep, she really can't let her food be taken when she was this hungry. Of course, there actually wasn't any need to worry about that, but the empty threat motivates her nonetheless.

A few minutes of hasty preparations later, she's digging into her toasts, making sure not to get crumbs on her clothes. Those clothes consist of black tights, a dark blue skirt, a white shirt and a slightly oversized black turtleneck sweater with baggy sleeves. It's cold enough for her school to be a little lax on uniforms, which wasn't exactly strict in that department to begin with. Kyoko, on the other hand, had no such luck back in her days or even now at work.

In spite of the girl's efforts, her hair simply refused to get out of its messy state. It's nothing new to her as she always had this perpetual bedhead problem, but it never sat right with her. Her skills aren't even the problem as her mother can't do anything about her hair either. It's not even curly or wavy to explain its stubbornness. Combined with the bags under her eyes, it makes her look like she has just crawled out of bed all the time.

While her mother is busy brewing coffee, Yukiko listens to the news on TV. There is little else to watch with so little time left, but it's by no means a waste of it. Aside from the usual coverage of international affairs, one piece of news draws attention. Yesterday, a meteor of considerable size landed on the ruins of Germany, exactly where another meteor landed years ago. Hearing that almost makes the older of the two drop her cup of coffee, but fortunately, the meteor did not cause a catastrophe of any sort like the last one did. They certainly would have noticed if it did. Still, two meteors falling in the exact same place was concerning, whether they had the same effect or not.

"So...Still haven't made any friends?" - Kyoko asks before taking a sip of her coffee. "It's already been three months."

"...No," - Yukiko quietly replies.

"Have they been mean to you?" - the mother asks, now a little more worried.

"No, it's not that..." - the girl mumbles. "It's just...not working out."

"I see. Well, I won't pressure you into it. I'm sure you'll find the right people in due time," - Kyoko says, displeased with this situation.

"I have you," - Yukiko says with a tiny smile.

"Well, that's true, but...Ah, nevermind. Just finish your breakfast."

Perhaps this is going to be the day when she finds someone she can at least talk with? It hasn't been that long since she started attending that school and her classmates barely had any time to get acquainted with her. Maybe they'll accept her as a part of their group today?

...Most likely not, but it's better to think positively. That's what she's always been told by her mother. Even if it doesn't happen today, surely they will get used to her by the end of this school year. It's no use being pessimistic about it.

"Are you feeling well?" - her mother suddenly asks, putting her hand to her daughter's forehead.

"Huh? I-I think so," - Yukiko replies with less confidence than she'd like.

"You look a little pale," - Kyoko points out. "Well...paler. Are you sure?"

"Don't worry, mom, I'm alright."

Neither lingers on it and so both leave the apartment. This is where they have to part, but Yukiko is used to walking alone to school. It's not too far away from home either. Still, she is a little short on time and so she has to hurry. Not the firsts time it happens, but her stamina hasn't improved over the years one bit, leaving her out of breath in a matter of minutes. A momentary lapse of attention is enough for her to bump into someone, but the lack of time forces her to apologize to the blonde girl as she keeps running. It happens several more times, but she's too focused on getting to the classroom in time to be worried about it or even notice it until she actually gets there, at which point she brushes it off as a result of running for too long without taking any breaks.

Just like any other day, her interactions with her classmates are limited to greetings. None of the following conversations include her, leaving her to simply sit at her desk and wait for her teacher to enter. But it's only the beginning of the day. Surely things will get better a bit later.

They don't.

In fact, things get worse.

While her relations with classmates don't change, she starts to feel feverish and it becomes hard to concentrate on the lesson, especially with that metallic taste in her mouth. It's not exactly hard to miss for others, but before the teacher can suggest anything, she excuses herself to the restroom. Yukiko doesn't even wait for him to respond. Already soaked with sweat, her temperature seems to only keep rising and she feels like she's about to throw up as she grips the edges of a sink. Now that she had a mirror to look at herself, her mother's words come to her mind. Aside from looking more disheveled than ever, the reflection showed skin worryingly close to being snow-white.

Her appearance stops being that much of a concern when a coughing fit leaves blood splattered over the sink and things don't stop escalating, with shedding skin being the least of her worries. Fortunately for her, she doesn't notice most of it as most of this unpleasant experience turns into a blur and by the time she recovers, she's outside, most likely on the roof several stories above judging by the view.

That's when she notices that something's just not right. The school isn't that big and there's no way she could have left it in that state, then somehow found a building this high and ended up on its roof. Just to be sure, she looks down.

She looks down and what she sees leaves her dumbstruck. Yukiko isn't on any roof or a building. She is out in the middle of a street she can just barely recognize. Everything is just a dozen times smaller than her, from almost toy-like cars stuck in a traffic jam caused by her to tiny people gawking at the girl. It's a surreal and slightly nauseating sight to her and she thinks it's just a fever dream. It would explain the disjointed trip to school too. Did she even leave her bed? Probably not. A shame she has to skip classes, but if she is sick, then it's for the better.

Yukiko is is briefly snatched out of her thoughts by the feeling of bumping something and resulting crash. But she hasn't even moved an inch after finding herself in this odd situation. Confused, she turns her head to look behind her.

It takes her a few seconds to register what she sees and this confusion turns to panic when that long black tail moves with her as she turns around. Then she notices vaguely leaf-shaped jagged white growths lining that tail and her back in three rows, gradually increasing in size until they reach their peak a little below her shoulderblades. Attempts to remove all of these oddities not only end in failure, but also reveal that claws replaced her fingernails. Just to be sure, she glances at a skyscraper's windows and sees that her eyes became yellow with slit pupils and she now has pointed ears. The reflection also confirms that the tail really is attached to her even though feeling it move should be enough for that.

Then the panicking girl's attention goes back to the equally distraught people below and the buildings around her and she freezes. There's no way any of this could be happening, but it feels so very real. With her confidence in her assumptions almost completely gone, she hesitates to even take a single step when it could result in tragedy. As if that wasn't enough, Yukiko begins to think about what's going to happen next. She watched enough shows of this sort to know that the military was going to arrive to take care of the giant monster terrorizing the city. While she still looks mostly like a schoolgirl, she greatly doubts she would be the equally giant hero in this situation.

A horrible whining sound pierces her ears and she looks up to find its source. It turns out to be a rapidly expanding hole in the air. The giant has no time to figure out what it is before what looks like two golden vines covered in thorn-like scales emerge from the rift and quickly wrap around her body, digging into any exposed skin in the process. No matter how much she struggles, Yukiko can't free herself and soon finds herself being pulled into the air. Trying to dig her fingers into the ground does absolutely nothing to even slow it down, merely damaging the road and knocking over a few cars.

The next thing she knows, she's falling in pitch black darkness. The fall itself doesn't last for more than a few seconds and she lands on what turns out to be sand. With a groan, the girl sits up and looks around in search for anything. The dead silence suggests she's no longer in the city, but there's no way she could be in some locked room with her current size. With everything she's gone through in the past ten minutes, the idea of being stuck in some supernatural void doesn't seem so farfetched.

Wherever she is, she is not alone as golden light and inhuman giggling fill the area.