Chapter 5: 1 Down, 239 to go

Godzilla was tired, he expected day one of college to be difficult sure, but he didn't expect to be so completely drained. 'God, if this is how I feel after classes what's the Martial Arts team gonna do to me', he thought to himself, scowling and rubbing his temples with his left hand, the right one currently holding his stuffed book bag. Anguirus and Rodan were in a similar boat, both of them silent and weary eyed. It did make Godzilla feel slightly better to see that, as he looked around, a majority of the other students were acting the same, maybe he wasn't as unfit for college as he initially thought. After a couple minutes the three finally reached the dorms, the three waved each other goodbye and made their way to their respective rooms. After closing and locking his door, Godzilla dropped his bag on the couch, went to his bedroom, and fell face first onto his mattress. Godzilla's room was simple, a closet for his clothes, a window on the wall opposite of the door, a desk, upon which sat a laptop for his schoolwork, a small lamp, and two three framed pictures, one of himself, Mothra and their friends at the beach, one of himself, his father, and his deceased mother, and one of himself, his father, his step-mother, and his younger step-sister. On his walls were a small handful of movie posters, a victory banner that his high schools martial arts team had given him on graduation day written in traditional kanji, and his three black belts of which he was very proud of, one for Karate, one for Judo, and one for Bajiquan, all three of which were hard earned. Lastly, in one corner was a second, larger, lamp and in the other, propped up on a stand, was a combination radio/CD player with a small stack of CD cases under the stand. He grumbled to himself as he rolled onto his back and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes, knowing he still had homework and couldn't afford to sleep yet, no matter how much he wanted to, he also still had to get dinner somehow and was only now taking notice of his hunger. "Uuuugh... today is a cup ramen day, I'm not making myself wait to actually cook something." He said to himself as he got up and made his way to the "kitchen", which was more of a small sink, small stove, a microwave, and a fridge just off of the main room.

As Godzilla heated up the water in the microwave it finally hit him that e was in a dorm now, he wasn't at the home he'd lived in for the last 18 years with his family. His dad wasn't on the couch going over his documents for the 12th time, his step-mom wasn't preparing tea in the kitchen before they all sat down as a family, and his step-sister wasn't bickering with him about whatever the two had decided to talk about that evening. He missed it, this sort of empty silence was one he hadn't experienced since his mom passed away when he was four. "T.V." Godzilla said to himself, "I'll just put something on in the background... something to make things less quiet." None would have thought it by looking at him but Godzilla hated solitude, he could enjoyed time to himself as much as anyone, but absolute silence, a complete lack of any familiar sights or sounds, reminded him all to much of that time when he and his dad were left alone. His father became distant, pushing himself deeper and deeper into his work to cope, while Godzilla, a child with no understanding of the pain he felt, became violent, he fought other kids, tried to fight adults, and was often in trouble as a result. Situations like this dug up memories of that time, memories he'd rather leave behind him, and left him almost desperate for an escape, and so he did, using methods he either learned himself or that were taught to him by adults like his father and martial arts teachers. Godzilla found his teachers methods were more effective after he became familiar with his surroundings and opted for a self taught one for now. "What do we got on anyway" Godzilla said as he sat on the small sofa in the main room and grabbed the remote. "Hmmm... nope, nope, no, crap, this works." He said, stopping on a talk show his dad often watched. With that, Godzilla set down the remote, pulled out his trigonometry text book, and read through the assigned pages while eating his ramen.

It was nearly 1 A.M. when Godzilla finished his biology homework, he hadn't really put much thought into the classes he selected, partly due to not caring, partly due to not really looking into what would actually be involved in them, and partly due to him still not being sure of what he would do after graduating. "I shouldn't have picked this... I could barley pronounce half those words" he said to himself, staring blankly at the ceiling, his brain power completely spent, "How the Hell can Manda memorize all that stuff and how it works for fish... but get chased by dogs on a regular basis because of crap shortcuts?" Godzilla grumbled, remembering his friends goal to be a marine biologist, he found himself amazed by the slender mans simultaneous brilliance and stupidity. Godzilla shut off the TV and started packing away his textbooks and papers containing his notes and answers, having just barely finished the assignments, and was very much looking forward to bed now. Godzilla groaned as he lied back on the mattress, "I have to survive at least 239 more days of this. Well, the Martial Arts team starts meeting on Friday, so at least then I can do something I'm good at". Godzilla's attention was drawn to his phone though when it pinged with a message, he pulled it up and felt joy at the sight of a text from Mothra.

Mothra: Hey Goji! Sorry I couldn't chat with you guys more today, I was a little rushed. I made some new friends though, they can't wait to meet you! I'm sure they'd get along great with the guys too! Hopefully I'll see you all more later in the week. Bye!

Godzilla couldn't help but smile at the message, his own disappointment about not getting more time to chat with Mothra that morning vanishing. What's more he was glad that she had managed to make some friends, since most of the ones from her childhood had either moved away or gone to a different college.

Godzilla: Hey Mothy, don't worry about it, like you said, you were rushed today. That's great to hear, I'll see whose available on the weekend and we'll work from their. Hopefully, team meets start Friday so we'll see what happens.

Godzilla sent his reply, set his alarm, and finally let sleep take him with a big grin on his face and dreams of a certain silver haired girl.

Notes: I wasn't 100% sure I'd finish this chapter on time since my schedule got fucked by some RL issues (nothing any of you should worry about since it's all resolved now) but I managed to scrape together enough free time get this done regardless. Speaking of which, no the aforementioned issues had no bearing on this chapters contents, this was pre planned weeks ago. As always I hope everyone enjoyed it, and feel free to leave any comments, questions or feedback you want as long as you're respectful. And, I don't know if it's wrong of me to ask this but, as long as you don't claim this as your own work, feel free to share the links around, I mean, it's here for people to enjoy. So if you know someone who you think would enjoy this, send them over. Lastly, a special thanks to everyone whose has, or still is, reading here on , I can't thank you all enough for getting this story to break 100 views!