Like the ticks of a clock, the narrow, bight hallway was echoed by the lonely clacking noise. Holding doors parted, basked in the swinging glow from the fluorescent-lit hallway, it was an image known too well around, something that wasn't bleak and dark, something that didn't fit anywhere near the military.
"It's been too long, Kazuo." Ruby glossed lips spoke the easy words, as the young physic, Miki Saegusa stood in a classic brown jacket and matching skirt, her arms crossed like a smiling school girl as she carried her identical briefcase.
"It truly has." Miki's presence turned a smile on Kazuo's face.
"I hear that they have you working on the Mechagodzilla project. You seem to be following in my footsteps." Her voice dropped a level.
"There doesn't seem like anything else I could do. I feel like my powers are being used to benefit people more than me reading people's minds to see what their darkest secrets are. Don't worry; Godzilla is off limits, as well as any other monster that I feel that are no threat to humanity. That is my promise, Miki. It already seems that I saved one of them from being killed and it has followed me here. When I touch it's mind I can feel its affection for me."
"I warned you before about becoming attached, things happen that you can't control, I know that first hand." Miki took a seat at the desk that Kazuo was sitting at.
"I know the story about Destroyer and Junior, and Godzilla. But you didn't have Mechagodzilla with you; I can protect them before anything bad happens." Kazuo folded his arms and rested his head on top of them, his eyes blurring out of sight as he went deeper into thought.
A timid break of skin broke into a leaning grin against Miki's face, " You're far too young and I can't teach you this. You will just have to found out on your own that life isn't about everything being perfect; it's about lost and how one bounces back from it and gains strength. Hiding yourself in a metal shell like Mechagodzilla will just make things worse."
"How can you say something like that when you don't even know? I've saved someone, someone that doesn't even understand normal human intelligence, but somehow is trying to show me grace for what I have done. That means something to me, that isn't a lost, that is a gain, that's a friend that I have gained, that will always be there to protect me." His tone was sharpening, he felt like his mentor was trying to tell them that what he felt was wrong, when she had always told him no matter what he feels is always right.
"Kazuo…. please." Miki squeezed out.
"You're scared. I can feel it you don't want me to suffer the same as you did. You want me to live a sheltered life away from any harm, but I really can't do that. Even if something bad happens, I have to face it to see if I can't change it. I've already sat there one time and saw what the outcome was. I can't live through that again." The words came to Kazuo's lips and fell off.
The fog came like a walking old man, creeping and swirling against the piers that saw over the sightless Pacific Ocean, with the industrial empowered, but beautiful city of Yokohama behind it. The piers were empty, expect for the white mist that could even make a blind man lost.
"Yoko, come on this isn't funny, I can't see a damn thing in front of me." It was a voice of nerves, but of cheer as Jiro searched for his playful girlfriend.
With each step, Jiro took he didn't know if he was taking a step closer to the end of the pier or back towards the city. Breaking waves tattered against wooden poles, the sound was a reassurance, but brought about a new fear. Jiro gripped the wooden railing; his knuckles already plastered white with tension. His eyes squeezed and labored to peer through the fog, to see the swaying waves below, to know if Yoko hadn't fallen in. "Oh, please god…"
Something clattered behind Jiro, dropping harmlessly on to the harden deck, seemingly out of place. Jiro twisted his body around fast, a cheering smile snapping against his youthful skin. "Yoko, you scared me there for a second."
With comfortable steps, Jiro took his paces carefully to only found more fog. His toes buffered against something on the dock. His knees bent, bringing his body closer to the aging pier, the smell of wet wood encompassing his nose to the fullest. His fingers clasped against something soft and rubbery feeling, a sensation like leather. His pale blue eyes glimpsed against the shadowing white to see the form a shoe, a high heel pump, the same that Yoko was wearing.
"How strange…" His words were silenced as he felt something drip on to his head. With a suspicious hand, he carried it over his lush of hair, only to come back with something wet. His first thoughts lead him to the sight of on coming rain, but his mind wouldn't let it go that easily. Jiro brought his embraced hand to his eyes. A wipe of crimson collected in his palm.
A grunting, shoveling roar, that seemed to come from the bottom of the ocean and rolled through the entirety of the fog, came as Jiro's only clue to his missing girlfriend as more drips came down.
"We are letting the enemy's dog watch us play fetch. " The words came like a breath of freezing vapor that streamed from behind Commander Aso's teeth.
"It doesn't seem like it intends to harm or destroy the base. This could be a way of getting some psychology on the monsters." KenichiYamane thumbed his fingers against the keyboard that was in front of him as he spoke, always researching information on the various beasts. "It seems it has grown a sort of affection for Mechagodzilla, maybe we have gained an ally."
Their eyes laid grained as they slipped against the image of the still sleeping thorny monster. Its head nestled sluggishly into the ground as its nostrils flared with breezes of sweaty air.
"New monster sighted! Just leaving Yokohama Harbor!" The screaming voice blared like a swinging siren.
"Found Kazuo, we're preparing Mechagodzilla 2." Commander Aso tongued.
The Cosmo Clock 21 Ferris wheel dripped slowly in its rotation, the bottom seats sleeping into the cloth of wandering fog. Each seat was filled with youthful, teenagers that were taking joy in the wakeful fog. Coy laughter turned into a rendered shock. The last seats in the fog came back empty, a splash of blood smearing the gray steel benches. As the tilt pulled the boxes back to the top, two oversized, petrifying eyes met their fearful stained eyes.
Its body shadowed that of a human's; its skin was cased by bundles of green scales. Patches of mossy green hair, almost like seaweed swung from various parts of its body, most of it covering the top of its head and chest. The creature's eyes laid with pale blue pupils, strained by a hardening bloodshot. The monster's mouth was wide and puffy like a fish's, but juggled with cresting yellow stained teeth, the tips hidden with a whitish pink.
Gaila's teeth grinded flesh and bone into a meal for itself as it feed once again on the taste of flesh. It's hunt for food was an easy found on land, instead of the hardships that he had to face underwater to catch the whales that were a lot faster and smarter to allude him. He would get his full here on land, before the sun came again to blind his sensitive eyes.
With the Ferris wheel now stopped, Gaila picked and desired his next victims. A dangling pair of fit legs, ones that could have belonged to a beautiful woman, became engorged by Gaila's mouth as he chewed.
Belting, boiling vapors melted away from the weathered boosters that adorned Mechagodzilla's ankles and back as it landed in the ghostly city. The towers of fog impaired its sight, but it knew that its enemy laid within. The machine's legs whirled slowly, pacing the space between its steps.
"Take it easy, Kazuo. Remember that you still don't have much combat experience, just pace yourself and aim carefully; there are still people around you." The voice came in harsh and full of static.
The shiny armor of Mechagodzilla tinged in a dull darkness against the glooming, sunless sky as glared harmlessly at the pressuring robot. Gaila's sight turned with a stain of defiance to it. It know that Mechagodzilla wasn't something edible, it was another one of the many constructs that flood the upper surface, it had no flesh to chew, but it moved as if it was alive.
Gaila's jaws widened and then tightened as they pushed forward, grating its meal into a mesh of wadding glob and spat the wailing mess into the face of Mechagodzilla.
Kazuo's viewing monitor was filled with a red haze, the pattern of blood. As the film of blood smothered Kazuo's sight, he could notice speckles of tannish flesh, then he saw a finger, the fingernail still colored with a vivid red, a piece of once kissable lips slipping down the screen, most of the once dark cherry lipstick smudged off, he even saw bits of coarse black hair clumped still to flakes of skimmed flesh.
A tumble of sickness and anger foamed out of Kazuo's head as his eyes stammered with shock and hatred. His bottom lip quivered like a blowing leaf. As Kazuo's mind became stuck on the atrocious image, his fingers acted to retaliate.
Mechagodzilla's mouth broke its seal, its bottom jaw dropping like a trap door. Sloshing, unstable orange energy pitched from the robot's throat. The string of power lifted over Gaila's head, missing its intended target, as Mechagodzilla's frame stumbled backwards, tripping to the ground. Chafing metal came down on an area of concession stands at Yokohama Cosmo World Park as Mechagodzilla came battering down on top of them.
"Kazuo, you idiot, what are you doing? Get back up and remember aim carefully."
Mechagodzilla calmed its actions, as it laid vacant on its back. Gaila, even knowing that it wouldn't get any satisfaction from eating this construct, wanted to play with it for a while, just to have some fun before it had to go back to the sea. Its rough hands compressed around Mechagodzilla's left foot. Struggling pulls dragged the massive metal frame through the open amusement park, toppling over some of the smaller rides.
"Kazuo, snapped out of it and pull away from it with your thrusters!" The voice buzzed with anger.
Thrashing flames churned from the box like thrusters that lined Mechagodzilla's ankles, flipping along Gaila's fingers, curling flakes of skin back with teaming smoke. Gaila cradled its smoldering hands as Mechagodzilla skidded violently across the ground; metal seeped with sparks before the machine tumbled in a wooden roller coaster, spilling the structure like a box of stick matches.
Mechagodzilla's yellow streaming eyes glowed under the blanket of wooden planks that the fumbling robot laid under. A compacting foot clouted against Mechagodzilla's smooth chest, holding the tanked machine firmly to the ground. Mechagodzilla's head twisted, its mouth already gapped open sizzling with vaulting energy. Though, Gaila came prepared, his hands were grappled with the top half of a tower like house building that surrounded close to the area. The crumbling stone plugged and seal away one of Mechagodzilla's most powerful weapons, also blinding Kazuo by covering up the main camera.
Gaila grunted with a breath of warm air, he had beaten the land dweller easily. Now, he could finish his hunt without any interruptions. Gaila took his foot off of his defeated enemy's chest, the same dirt that it touched parted unevenly as something moved underneath it. The land came with a shuffle under Gaila's feet, as stone and dirt was grated apart as hundreds of thorny barbs scraped it away. A spiked canopy, shelled in heavy armor, bobbed from the hole that it had caused, before a horned muzzle shook off the dusty dirt that coated it Pushing with supple muscles, Anguris arose, craning down its bottom jaw to expel a searing wail.
"It had come to protect me…" Kazuo said with a cough, a tip of blood reaching the corner of his mouth.
A tagging rush thrusted through Anguris as its jaws fixed on one of Gaila's open hands, mixing fingers into the jumble of sharp teeth. Gaila was having its taste at being eaten alive now. Anguris swung its head like a heavy club; its nub like horn skimmed a clean line across Gaila's chest as Anguris's teeth pulled fingers out of their sockets.
Gaila seized his fractured hand, the pump of blood seeping through the breaks between his fingers. Its flesh burned with blinding pain, the land had many more dangers then the sea ever did. Gaila was ready to go back to the world were he could lurk in the shadows and didn't have to fight for his food.
The air became like a whirlwind, dust and fragments of wooden planks bellowed off the ground, like a pair of blowing dresses. Some of the debris twirled around Mechagodzilla's legs and back like a suspending cape that adorned its body. Unclasping metal sprung from its holding as the machine's breast plates open to expose two massive gattling guns, both housing nine barrels that can fire four thousand of the 200mm rounds that they expel.
A crowing howl lunged from Gaila's lungs and jaws as it boasted over the defense of its territory and life. Though, it was lulled by the cycling whirls of turning turbines as the gattling guns shook with existence. Popping blooms of fire puffed from the multi barrels, as hundreds of rounds were thrusted from their shelter.
Gaila's body was breached as hundreds of smelting bolts of metal bonded to its soft tissue and then tore it away. One round flew high and ruptured Gaila's right eye into a leak of milky white fluid and a drench of red. The pressing rounds teamed and riveted Gaila's bulk with bitter holes. As the turn of the spinning gattling gun barrels were cooled by the air, Gaila's mass stumbled with lumbered footing before it buckled backwards into Yokohama Harbor. With a streaming splash of grimy, cold water, the only movement that came from Gaila's silent frame were the thousands of punctures that bubble and foamed with water and blood before Gaila was returned back to his home.
Mechagodzilla thumped against the harden earth as its tired body lumped forward. Anguris prodded on its hoofed paws next to the calm robot, its chest still hanging open, the eighteen barrels of its massive guns still coiling with twists of smoke. Anguris's black tongue swept against Mechagodzilla's limp hand, showing his master his affection. Mechagodzilla's head spiraled upward before its jaw unbolt and boosted with a belling toll of mechanical noise as the sun parted the glooming clouds that sheltered over the salty ocean. The implausible pair was like a snake and a mouse, they were mortal enemies, but they worked together and showed each other their love. It would only be a matter of time before their hungers of history were going to come to life and they would have to face each other with fondness in their eyes as they spilled blood