DISCLAIMER:

This chapter contains violence and blood. Please keep in mind this will be slightly more 'detailed' than the previous chapter with his warning.

Also, I plan for future stories that continue from this book to not have any of these disclaimers (they will rated T rather than G, like this book is rated), so please keep that in mind.

My apologies as well for not informing you guys about my break sooner. To put it short, I was doing exams and so obviously focused on them more than writing.

However, I'M BACK, and happy to be back. So, please enjoy the longest chapter I've yet to publish, with over 11,000 words!

As for this week (since I posted late), I don't really know. It's about a 50/50 now. Most of my exams I've finished last week, but I've still got some this week (though nowhere near as much). So, I don't know, we'll have to see.

I didn't make this a two-parter because there was no way I could split this chapter in half, and you guys deserve it, anyway!

So, I guess, buckle up! And enjoy!


Ch9: Inevitable Chaos

The timely-risen sun rose again, birthing a new day upon the earth.

And with it, many lifeforms began to stir back to life, and awaken to the new day.

Peaceful, beautiful and kind hearted lifeforms that were ready to greet the new day with enthusiasm and gratefulness.

But one creature threatened this happiness.

Stepping upon the beach's on an isolated island, the creature stared off into the sea, piercing through the waves with its red eyes.

Breathing in the air of the surface, the creature could only gag at its polluted toxicity and vileness.

But there was something else- someone else- he found much more disgusting, and irritated him far more than what any human had done to the earth.

The creature continued to look upon the sea, sharpening his serrated hooks upon his arms with a fierce tenacity.

Waiting for when she would sense his presence.

And come right to him.

Powerfully, with an elegant beauty and spirited joy, Mothra wheeled through the open air and steered herself through the blue sky. The new day had just been birthed, and being the morning person she had always been, Mothra couldn't let her excited heart go unchecked and rest within the cave. From the breeze that pushed against the diamond blue of her wings, to the freshness and warm, morning air, this day was the perfect day to go out flying. With a smile, Mothra looked down towards the earth from high in the heavens, and took in the scenery upon the expansive waters beneath her. She loved the feeling of the air blowing against her fur, the smell and taste of the natural earth and the sights they had to behold. The only regret the Goddess had, was that she had to experience this all by her lonesome.

Of course, as usual, Godzilla was still deep in his slumber and no where close as energised as the excited Goddess had been in the morning. In the King's defence, today was a rest day for him, and he was determined to spend all of it snuggling against the comfort of the cave floor- and Mothra's endearing body. As much as Mothra relished the idea- and much to her embarrassment when the King had phrased it like that in the previous day- she couldn't help but feel such a perfect morning would have been wasted if they had stayed at home. She knew, of course, she wouldn't leave abruptly whilst the King was still sleeping. It would have been very inconsiderate on her part, and would cause the King great worry if she had left without telling him. However, she knew that, despite her great, godly powers, no such thing could wake the King when he was in a deep sleep on his off-days.

She had smiled to herself upon that morning after considering all her options on just what to do. With all of Godzilla's mishaps and, albeit, childish preferences, it had made the Goddess feel all the more reason to stay firmly by his side. She knew the solution to her problems, and had happily crept up to the King's resting head to inform him of her leaving. Gently, as to not wake him up, she had clasped her slender claws against his face and buried the top of her head against the King's crown. Almost instantly, a blue spiral of mystical and age-old energy twirled around both Titan's. It had been as if it was dancing and twirling around the two, with a soft shimmer that pulsated brightly across the glowing wings of Mothra and Godzilla.

Quickly, she had comforted him in his dreams. And took notice of his content smile within his rest, before she left.

Do not worry, Goji, she had thought to herself, her feelings as confident and as comforting as they can ever been as she pressed her head against his, I am safe. I will see you soon.

In present time, Mothra was still flying through the air, but had slowed down quite a bit after a while of flying. Clutching the centre of her chest, and sighing gently, she smiled to herself once again after bringing her mind back to the King. That warmness, that connection between her and the King, she had admitted to herself, was something quite addicting and pleasant for her. To express so much more to the one you find the most precious; to feel and go deeper than what mere words can say. It was never used as frequently as what most others had tended to believe, sharing and connecting like that would mean no boundaries; no limitations or concealment or lies.

And Godzilla was very keen in keeping the darkness of his life to himself- far away from Mothra.

But, despite how much darkness Godzilla believed was within his mind, whenever Mothra would talk to him about their connection, whenever she would look within his mind and feel the emotions within his heart, all she could get out of it was calmness and warmth. Which is why it was so addicting to the Goddess, and why her wings had, unknowingly to her, faded into a bright pink as she continued to fly. And with a sheepish smile, Mothra came to a halt within the sky and continued to beat her wings, her limbs rubbing against themselves, pressing against her chest as she thought about her King.

Gojira… Mothra silently thought to herself, as she continued to smile happily, her entire body emitting an alluring, pink glow.

But then her wings quickly flashed into an alarming red.

She sensed something. It would have been obvious to anyone, but it was made especially clear to her. There was a sense of dread and evil nearby. And it was one that was seemingly getting closer to her. Instantly, Mothra snapped out of her dazed state, and focused on the ominous sense that had started to grow close by. Her breathing increased as her wings started to shake with uncertainty. Not only was this sense one of great destruction, rage and animosity,

But it was one she had sensed before- on multiple occasions in the long, distant past.

For a moment, the Goddess turned her head around and looked towards the horizon. There, she contemplated whether she should return home and alert the King of her findings. If there was something out there producing this much malicious intent, then Godzilla would have to be alerted right away. But the Goddess stopped herself, and turned back around. Taking in a deep breathe, she steadied her breathing as her eyes narrowed with seriousness. Her shaking stopped and her limbs tensed as her wings flapped stronger with fierceness. This foreboding sense of dread, this cruelty and negativity she sensed, it was her duty to confront it now. Who knows what it was doing at this current moment? If innocent lives were being lost because of her own indecision and fear, how could Mothra even call herself the Guardian of Life to begin with?

As fast as she could, Mothra blitzed forward, seeking this foreboding sense, determined to put an end to it. The closer she got, the more the air she tasted became bitter. The smell of blood clouded her mind and made her shake her head a great deal amount of times in distaste. Blood, no matter if it was friend or foe's, was always nauseating to the Goddess. She continued to struggle on and reach her destination, noticing how the sky had seemingly become dark- a literal air of uncertainty and disaster blown within the winds. The quick contrast from the idyllic scenery she saw mere moments ago, to now- it frightened the Goddess.

But her fear was put aside. Quickly, Mothra had landed on the beach of a seemingly deserted island, its greenery apparently having been untouched, by the looks of it. To normal eyes, you wouldn't expect the sense of evil and maliciousness to be emanating from a place like this. But Mothra was sure in her senses, this place- despite its ordinary looks- was the source of where the sense was coming from. And the more Mothra stayed on the island- her limbs planted firmly into the sand whilst her eye's diligently surveyed the area- the more the sense became clear to her of who it was.

He wouldn't dare… Mothra thought to herself, an uncharacteristic anger welling inside her tightened heart as her whole body tensed.

But the red colour on her wings flashed again, only this time, its foreboding light now glowing harsher with a fierce intensity, confirming Mothra's fears. At once, she turned to where she sensed the evil, raising her sharp claws and tucking her wings behind her back. From within the vast forest of the island, the evil lumbered forth, uncaring about the trees it toppled against its body or the wildlife that stirred in a hurried panic at this evil's movements. Now standing upon the warm sand upon the island, bathed in the sunlight that now scorched in its heat, Mothra could finally see what had been emitting the malicious, dark intent. Or rather, who.

And given her deadpan, sharp expression, she wasn't surprised on who she faced ahead of her.

It was a creature- another Titan- one who was nearly as tall as the King himself, and one that wore an all too familiar, sinister look within his piercing red eyes. Rough scales adorning every part of his body. A metallic beak filled with serrated teeth; metallic spines that protruded from his chest. Dorsal fins that extended from his back, a heavy breathe that had made the surrounding air cold and bitter. None of these things had unnerved Mothra as she stared down the creature, all except one. Something that had made her flinch- for just a moment maybe- but made her feel fear. In any case, it had caused her heart to skip a beat. Towards his side, almost as if the creature was flaunting it, the sinister hooks of the Titan made themselves to be known. And the creature took note of this, soon smiling an unnerving and sadistic sneer at the Goddess's nervous state. Most would have cowered, but not Mothra. As if this creature's entrance didn't faze her in the slightest, Mothra stood tall, determined to get to the bottom of all this, her crystal eye's as hardened and as strong as diamonds.

"Gigan…" Mothra spoke lowly, never once letting her guard down, but her deadpan voice ensuring to the Titan that any fears or worries she once had, had all been expunged.

The unnerving sneer upon the spiked Titan's beak grew- that coupled with his confident posture, to anyone, it was clear he was treating everything like some sick game. But Mothra could tell. She could see, deep within his red eyes, that no matter how confident or powerful this Titan tried his best to appear, the unbridled hate, anger and- at most- irritation, was deep within him. She could tell from the spiteful growling he emitted despite his smile, that Gigan knew, as much as she had, that the power imbalance between the both of them wasn't in his favour.

"Mosura." Gigan spoke in a deep and foreboding tone, wickedly eyeing down Mothra as a means to intimidate her further. His voice was like that of grated steel- a voice that had made the Goddess physically cringe upon hearing it, something Gigan had noticed and enjoyed in, "I'd say it's a surprise to see you here, but you always somehow find a way to come crawling back to life."

His mocking and insulting tone irritated the Goddess even further, but still she remained calm and collected. She wouldn't stoop down towards his level, if he continued like this, then he had already lost this confrontation. "You know I have the power to sense the emotions and intent of any life form," Mothra spoke, her usual soft voice being so much harsher and grave than usual, it would have frightened even Godzilla. Looking right into the eyes of Gigan, she pushed back with a serious demeanour, "especially if it's one of evil and dark intent."

"So I can't make a single move without being questioned about it?" Gigan ridiculed further as he lumbered closer to the Goddess, taking every enjoyment at how Mothra's stare seemed to get more and more annoyed at him the more he spoke, "Not very kind of you, Goddess."

"Your insults mean nothing to me, so long as you aren't planning on causing more trouble for the King, like you have done recently." Mothra retorted back, her entire body remaining still and unfazed despite the decreasing distance between her and Gigan.

"Ah, so he's already told you about that." Gigan sneered, showing off his serrated teeth within his silver beak. However, it was clear his confident facade was starting to give way, as ominous growls escaped his mouth from the detest he felt at the mention of the King.

"So long as you stay far away from the humans, and keep your hooks all to yourself, then there will be no need for any bloodshed or fighting." Mothra proclaimed, knowing her words were true. Again, she would always have her guard up against Gigan- he was as unpredictable as he was tenacious and cruel. But, she would always strive for the peaceful option first, especially if it meant that the peace of the current time would be left undisturbed for that little longer.

"It's not my fault that I took the initiative to start attacking those humans." Gigan replied coyly, feigning innocence to purposefully anger the Goddess even more, "With the amount of them around, I thought they were taking over the earth. In fact, I was doing the earth a favour!"

"I'm just shocked that so-called King has let the humans run rampant for so long."

At once, her claws dug deeper into the sand and her shimmering wings pulsated an angered red, as furious as her eyes. "That 'so-called King' has been a better King than most, and continues to be better." Mothra declared, further angered by Gigan's disrespect of the King. He could insult and mock her for all it was worth- she didn't care. But doing the same onto the King of the Monsters was something the Goddess couldn't stand for. Her loyalty for her King, her partner and her friend clear as days as her wings shined brightly

"I should have known you would be so quick to defend him." Gigan snarled, the smile on his beak replaced with a bitter scowl, irritated by the Goddess's defiance, "You were always his prideless, little pet."

"Enough of this!" Mothra shrilled loudly, her wings flapping harshly, slightly blowing back Gigan and the trees behind him with their strength, "this is getting us nowhere."

There was no point of staying any longer. She couldn't waste her time with Gigan's meaningless words. Though the evil she sensed was strong, it seemed the spiked Titan had only come back from his hiatus from the world, and wasn't planning on doing anything that would upset the balance of the natural order- or any innocent lives, like he had done before. Finished, Mothra turned her back away from Gigan, and prepared to leave. With her face no longer facing him, the clear obnoxiousness and arrogance of Gigan quickly melted into one of spitefulness and wrath. His hooks tightened around his arms as his whole body tensed, the quite snarls at the back of his throat now transforming into hateful growls.

"If you're leaving so soon, then why did you find it necessary to come here, Mosura?" Gigan called out mockingly, just before Mothra could leave the island. He wasn't going to let her off that easily, not until he could see her spirit break, "Are you that afraid of me simply because I've risen once again?"

Gigan once again wore that cruel sneer upon his face, as he watched Mothra slowly put down her wings and stand still, her claws just touching the cold water beneath her. So it seemed she had some pride after all, Gigan had thought to himself. And he scraped his hooks against each other, sadistically waiting for the time he would break down her pride all by himself.

"Afraid?" Mothra repeated, still with her head down and away from Gigan. But the sneer Gigan had put on was instantly ripped from his arrogant face. For when Mothra had turned right back around to face him, each part of her body was strengthened to its maximum, and retained a frightening amount of calmness. But what really set it all apart were her eyes. Gigan noticed her eyes didn't just have a fire within them. No, it was much more than that. It was as if it had encompassed the entire spirit of the earth, with an overwhelming intensity that caused Gigan to feel something he never wanted to feel from Mothra.

For a moment, he was frightened of her. And in that moment, his pride shattered as Mothra's pride blazed.

"No. I've come here to warn you, Gigan, like I have done in the past." Mothra proclaimed, getting closer to Gigan, noticing how his breathing had become erratic and how he had started to back away slightly, "Do not make any rash decisions- especially in this time of peace- or you will have to face the King's judgement."

"…As well as mine." Mothra finished, not a hint of weakness nor regret in her voice.

"Oh, but Mosura," Gigan growled through clenched teeth, trying his best to keep his cocky smile on his beak, "I won't be able to resist it."

Seeing her confusion and shock at his statement, Gigan's smile only grew wider. He had a feeling she knew. He was sure, if nothing else had swayed her to uncertainty and worry, this will, "After all, with the changing world, you can sense that this peace will not last much longer."

"You sense the rising of more of our kind." Gigan powerfully declared, noting how Mothra's wings and furred antennae had started to fall, "You know it's not a coincidence that so many of us from the Olden Days are awakening now."

"Including your significant other."

For the first time in eleven months she had been reborn and living in the world, Mothra gave an angered and loud shrill. For all this time, she had tried her best to control the brewing anger that swelled deep within her, but it had reached its breaking point- and Mothra hated that.

"If you are implying something, Gigan, then you should better say it this instance." Mothra spoke through a clenched beak and resentful eyes, quickly collecting herself, "Remember, I have shown you mercy in the past, do not make me regret that decision."

"Don't feign ignorance now, Mosura." Gigan replied, equally angered by the mention of the humiliation he had suffered by her claws in the past, "Above all, you are the one who can sense his presence the most."

"You will find it best not to push me past my patience, Gigan." Mothra said softly, but her voice becoming the most frightening and unnerving it had ever been since a long, long time ago.

"But I thought family meant everything to you?" the spiked Titan replied, his snarls moulding into sick chuckles that formed under his breathe, her anger so comical to him, "May I ask why such a thing would test your patience?"

Soon, Gigan's voice became soft as well, but the sinister sadism within him punctuating ever word that came out of his horrid mouth, "I wonder what Battra would think of this when he returns."

Instantly, Mothra raised her entire body as her once soft face contorted to that of ominous animosity- abnormally bordering close to downright hatred, "After all you have done, after all the atrocities you have committed and cruelty you have inflicted upon others, it would be wise of you not to tarnish my brother's name by speaking it!" Mothra hissed bitterly, trying her best to not growl as she spoke- but growling nonetheless.

For a moment, Gigan became silent and still, taking in everything she had said to him since the start of their confrontation, her words echoing infinitely within his darkened mind. But the silence was cut through, sharp and quickly, as Mothra's body tensed at the sound of the resonating chuckles of Gigan. His chuckling soon coming forth from the back of his throat and outwards loudly to echo across the island. His laughing soon becoming a horrific and dangerous cackling, his arms extending his hooks outwards as if Gigan's whole body was controlled by this maniacal laughter, a sight that had caused even Mothra to slightly shy away from it.

"What is so funny, Gigan?" Mothra questioned in a darkened manner, she herself far from amused by whatever had caused Gigan to lose control like that.

"How hypocritical of the good and just Mosura!" Gigan cried out, still cackling that grating laugh through his words, "You go and defend him despite knowing he has killed so much- no- as much as your precious King! I wouldn't have thought the perfect Goddess would have such double standards!"

"Take heed within your words, Gigan." Mothra spoke slowly in a deep and quiet voice, never once taking her eyes away from Gigan's that glowed red, "You should already know Gojira is as much as your King as he is mine."

"No, no, no…" Gigan muttered to himself, erratically shaking his spiked head, almost as if he was in a crazed, trance like state of madness, "Don't lie to me, Mosura. Gojira isn't just your King, is he? I know you don't want Gojira to be just your King."

Upon hearing his words, Mothra's straight-faced stare quickly turned into one of shock and worry, her whole heart tensing within her so much so that her raised limbs had to hold themselves against her chest. He couldn't be possibly referring to… If he was, then how obvious was it for the time she had lived collectively upon the earth? How many knew about the one secret she had been keeping to herself? In that moment, she just couldn't take it anymore- and she started fall into doubt and anxiousness.

"You want more than that. How selfish of you." Gigan scorned with a fiendish smile- a smile that had quickly left his face as he stopped mere feat away from the Goddess, looking down at her with an expression strewn with revulsion, "And how disgusting."

"Mere words from someone of your standard will do nothing to me." Mothra announced, her will unwavering and impenetrable. Quickly, she swallowed a shaky breathe that had been caught in her throat, and loosened her aching heart. Under no circumstances would she fall to him, "All that matters is that you keep to yourself and not make an enemy out of the King"

"My feelings; your cowardly display of intimidation and manipulation mean nothing now, Gigan." Mothra shrilled loudly, her words so sure of themselves that it left Gigan in momentary shock, "For I know you are no longer a threat."

"…What?" Gigan growled through grated teeth, slighting raising his sharp hooks in complete and utter vexation. Not a threat? He was- at this current time- their greatest. How dare a lowly insect like her even consider such a thing. For every second Mothra held onto those words, with an unmoving expression, Gigan's fury burned.

"Are allies are plentiful now- from both our kind and the humans alike- whilst you have none." the Goddess spoke, her low tone conveying factuality and sureness, "They were all defeated a millennia ago."

"Better not be so confident, Mosura." Gigan warned, bitterly snarling at the Goddess as his great feet anxiously twisting themselves deeper into the warm sand.

"And why shouldn't I be?" Mothra challenged, her glowing wings overwhelming the sense of darkness upon the island, "The world has change so much now where we finally have the chance to live in peace. I know in my heart that evildoers can never over power this peace so long as the goodness in the hearts of anyonewould continue to fight for it."

"You're no longer a threat to the world, Gigan." Mothra proclaimed clearly, wanting the very earth to hear what she had to say was true, "Not to the King, and not to me, either."

At an instance, after those words dug into the hardened heart of Gigan, Mothra turned away from him. Humiliated by her. Overpowered by her. Shown mercy by her. Such things had insulted Gigan not just today, but many a time in the past. It tortured him, knowing how much stronger she was than him. It brought him way past the limit. He snarled savagely, his red eyes darkening from his tilted head as his heart that had long been closed of to anything and consumed with evil, snapped. Not a threat? Maybe the Goddess needed a reminder.

Quickly, with a savage force, Gigan had charged at Mothra, and swung his claw downwards, forcefully trying to rip straight through the Goddess's own flesh, with no remorse. Almost as if expecting this, Mothra hastily flapped her great wings and weaved through the air in order to avoid the attack. But, despite her guard never once being let down, she couldn't hide the utter shock and horror adorning her face at the realisation Gigan had attacked her- with the intent to kill.

Roaring with an unbridled spitefulness- his roar like that of an ear-shattering shriek of madness- Gigan carried on with his barrage. He swung at Mothra wildly and desperately tried to claw at her small frame, this brutal fighting style being one Mothra had had to face multiple times in the past- and every time she would do so, she was reminded of how much she despised it. Blinded by his own wrath, Gigan relentless continued with his onslaught, his hooks continuing to swing wildly as his rage growed even greater with every passing second the Goddess continued to twirl through the air and seamlessly dodge his hooks. When it seemed his arms had failed in their attempt to strike the Goddess, Gigan desperately lunged forth with his metallic beak wide open, ready to taste Mothra's very blood. But Mothra was all too quick, and saw the action at once. Quickly, she flapped her wings to further distance herself away from him, and spat out her soft silk from her mouth, trapping Gigan's beak tightly together. He recoiled back in a mixture of surprise and irritation, already clawing at the silk in his mouth with his hook's. Distracted, Mothra closed in and twirled through the air, landing a striking hit atop Gigan's head with her scythe-like claws, cutting through the hardened scales of his body- drawing first blood.

Gigan immediately stumbled back in pain, letting out his high-pitch shriek as he did his best to sturdy himself. Turning his head erratically, his enraged eye's finally landed back onto Mothra's form, noticing how she had returned to the beach, her expression bewildered and sickened by his outburst. Gigan could feel his teeth shatter against his clenching of his beak, his rage overpowering the pain he felt against his head. She actually landed a blow against him! And that fact would continue to haunt him until he got his own back. For as skilled and powerful Mothra was, there was one unmistakable fact.

Once strike from his claws would end it.

"Stop this at once Gigan, if you value your own life!" Mothra cried out, her whole body shivering and shaking, as it tried its best to recuperate Mothra with all the air she had lost, making the Goddess give audible pants of exhaustion- as well as terror.

"Is that a threat? As if you'd actually kill me, Mosura." Gigan goaded, finally able to get past his growling and speak words, his entire body lowered in an exasperated but cautious way, still nowhere near finished.

Mothra shook her furred head in dismay, trying desperately to end this conflict as soon as possible. She knew Gigan- and what he was capable of- but still, she wanted him to see reason, "You know what the King would do should any harm come upon me." Mothra cried, begging to bring all this fighting to an end.

"Yes." Gigan answered back, bringing his panting to a halt, looking coldly at the Goddess, "And he'd take his rage out on the entire world. He'd do what he does best; what he was born to do."

He raised himself back up again, Mothra mirroring his actions and taking flight, disheartened she couldn't stop this madness, "Destroy and kill!" Gigan cried out, already preparing a battle stance for another round of pain and violence.

"I will never let that happen to him!" Mothra declared, as her wings burned a mixture of her determined blue as well as enraged red.

Gigan once again charged at Mothra- and just like before- Mothra narrowly avoided the strike of his hooks, bringing down her raised claws and striking fiercely at the extended arm of Gigan, causing the spiked Titan to reel his arm back in agony and counter with his other hook, not wanting to alleviate Mothra from their battle for even just a second. Still, Mothra flapped her great wings to position herself away from him, narrowing her crystal eyes and reading Gigan's every move.

"You say I have no allies, and yet there are many others back in the Birthplace that share my ideals." Gigan cried once again, his mind clouded with so much outrage even he could barely hear himself talk, "That Gods like us should rightfully claim the earth for our own, without those worthless pests taking up space!"

Gigan snapped at Mothra with his beak again, so close to tasting her blood and flesh but ultimately being swatted away by Mothra's sharp claws after she avoided his attack again. Mothra, catching on hear breathe with widened eyes, backed away at Gigan's words. She couldn't continue fighting- she didn't want to. But she knew she couldn't just fly away and leave Gigan to his own devices. She had to stop his rampage right here; right now. In any case, if she were to fly away, it would only prove him right.

"You say I'm not a threat, but you and your King know about the many others who despise you." Gigan carried on, straight after he collected himself from Mothra's attack, "Who hate you for softening the King's heart and manipulating him to spare the lives that need to be destroyed."

For a second, Mothra hesitated and found herself in world of uncertainty and guilt. Had her kindness really deterred Godzilla from his duty as King? Was it really her fault that the companionship and love she shared with him had been all but a detriment to everything? She didn't have time to answer her questions, as the back of Gigan's hook harshly collided with her body, powerfully. Mothra shrieked in pain, before falling from the air and landing back down to earth. Slowly, she got back up, but struggled to keep her forelimbs strong and balanced, as well as kept her head down in exhaustion and pain.

"You say you live in peace, but what about Battra's rising, o wise Goddess?" Gigan cackled, evilly, relishing in the pain he was bringing upon Mothra, enjoying every second Mothra's weak body struggled to remain standing. At the mention of Battra's name, Mothra struggled to calm her breathing, the noise of her heart beating in her mind not helping her in the slightest, only muffling Gigan's words, "The world chooses when both of you will return to the earth. And the fact has never changed that, whenever the two of you would exist at the same time, inevitable chaos would soon follow."

Mothra, weak both mentally and physically, further lowered her shaking head. Inevitable chaos. Inevitability, that the world will be thrown into another round of darkness and destruction. Was it truly inevitable? Why? Why cannot the world remain at peace? Why couldn't she live a peaceful life with those who she cherished and loved the most? She didn't want to continue fighting for it; she didn't want to continue fighting.

But she must, for she was the Goddess and Guardian of life.

She will put a stop this endless fighting. Inevitability be damned, if chaos would once again stir from the peace, it just meant she wasn't fighting as hard as she should be. She hated the violence, the bloodshed, but it wouldn't stop her from fighting for everything she held dear. If it meant she would have to endure so much pain and suffering- if it meant she would have to sacrifice her life to maintain the peace- then she would gladly accept all of this. She will fight, for what is right and good within the world. With a soft growl, she pushed herself up from the sand, and with a loud shrill, she prepared herself, ready to take on Gigan, who had already prepared his hook to strike at her.

"Then I will do what I have always done!" Mothra shouted out loudly, getting the strength to take flight and avoid Gigan's strike, leaving his hook buried deep into the sand.

So close to his unprotected arms, Mothra spun herself within the air and extended her stinger from her abdomen, forcefully making it push past the rough scales of Gigan and into his flesh. Screeching in immense pain, Gigan instinctively recoiled away, feeling her stinger burn deep within his flesh. Not wanting to waste any time, Mothra quickly escaped from his body, just avoiding a hook that had quickly swung at her.

"For when the world changes into darkness, I will be there to bring it back into the light!" Mothra blazoned back to the struggling Gigan, moving a great deals away from the spiked Titan, but straightening her stern eyes as she prepared to end this insane bout, "I will change the world by fighting to maintain the peace I hold so dear to my heart!"

Seeing her in the distance, unwavering with her desire to attack, Gigan tried desperately to ready his massive form and counter with an attack of his own. But the venom that coursed through his veins made his entire body freeze, making it impossible to even raise his great arms- and so he looked at Mothra within the distance, with fear and desperation. Quickly, Mothra closed the gap between them, twirling through the air to gain more momentum for her strike. And once she was right close to him, Mothra brought down her honed claws with a frightening amount of strength upon the chest of Gigan, narrowly missing the metallic spines that jutted out of his chest, and causing the cruel Titan to fall upon his back and collapse onto the sand- defeated.

"By my own claws!" Mothra screeched, standing victoriously atop Gigan's chest, her head so close to his but not shying away in the slightest. At an instant, Gigan tried to rise and continue fighting, but with his body pinned down and Mothra's stinger pressed tightly against the side of his chest- as well as her venom still rendering his mobility useless- Gigan could only snarl and grit his teeth at the unwavering Goddess that stood, determined, in front of him.

"Yield." Mothra said softly, her face so dark and fierce one wouldn't even recognise her as the kind and innocent Goddess she usually was. And after some time of struggling, Gigan finally gave in. With a snarl, he quickly turned his head away from Mothra's intense stare, and allowed it to collapse onto the sand. He had been beaten- by her, no less.

"You're arrogance and pride has always been your downfall." Mothra stated indisputably, harshly pushing herself off from Gigan's chest and standing atop of the sand. At once, Gigan tried his best to do the same, but found he could only raise the top part of his body. With a dire expression, Mothra continued in a low tone, "The King will hear about this, Gigan."

Satisfied her warning had been thoroughly contemplated by the spiked Titan, Mothra turned away to face the ocean, limping towards it whilst raising her twitching wings that had its light soon diminished in an exhausted manner. So tired was the Goddess, that her mind became cloudy and incomprehensible, her only desire being to return to her King, and leave Gigan be- for now.

"Oh, the King will hear about this." Gigan whispered lowly, baring his teeth as she watched Mothra humiliate him once again, by sparing his life.

"And it will break his heart."

The killing intent sparked once again, Mothra's wings flaring that alarming red colour as she flapped her wings to go into the air. But with her exhausted mind, with her inner turmoil and conflicting heart over what had been said and done, Mothra sensed it too late. A pain, burning and sharp, pierced through Mothra's wing, and tore right through the beautiful patterns that had been embedded onto them. Before she could even let out a screech of pain- before she could even comprehend what had just happened- Gigan's claws forcefully brought back Mothra, slamming her into the sand with such power, her own blood escaped from her mouth as she gasped for air. Unable to stand right back up, Gigan's foot came crashing down onto her body- making Mothra struggle further to take in some air. Finally, after getting over the initial shock and pain, Mothra was able to realise the situation she was put in. Pinned under Gigan's weighty foot, Mothra did her best to stab and slash at the crushing thing, drilling her eye's furiously into Gigan's massive form standing atop of her.

"You're kindness has always been your greatest weakness- as well as the most infuriating part of you." Gigan breathed out coldly, twisting his foot sadistically, applying more pressure to the weakened Goddess, making her cry out violently in pain, "If it wasn't for you, Gojira would actually do the things the King must do and destroy the insignificant lives that are littered across the earth."

Gigan dug his foot deeper into Mothra, wanting to continue on with this torment, but struggling to not end it all too soon, as his rage screamed at him to bring her life to an end. "If it wasn't for you, then we'd actually actually be 'at peace' with the entirety of the world- all just to ourselves!" Gigan screamed, infuriated beyond belief not just because Mothra had nearly overpowered him like that, but that she'd betray her own kind in favour of protecting those meaningless, weak other lives that had taken the world for granted and fed off the world as if they were parasites.

The spiked Titan then slightly raised his foot, only to harshly bring it back down onto Mothra, causing her to cough more of her blood as well as scream in immense pain. But then the scream became silent, and her claws became still. Thinking her dead- annoyed she had been killed so soon and baring his teeth in a distasteful manner- Gigan alleviated some pressure from his foot, ready to walk away and leave her all by herself.

"T-That's not peace." a weak voice call from beneath him.

Gigan looked back down in surprise, and was greeted by Mothra's shining light still pulsating as strong as ever from beneath his foot. She was barely clinging on to life, she was so weak and exhausted, but the spirit of the earth still burned brightly in her eyes. And it caused Gigan to cower away from its burning intensity.

"All life deserves it." Mothra said in a quiet yet powerful voice, "Peace is achieved from the love and respect formed between all life on earth, not from the death of others."

That was enough. Such words; such beliefs may be true in an ideal world, but not the one they lived in. What a waste of final words. Gigan came in close to Mothra, leaning his entire body close to hers, and raising his hook right next to her head. Quickly, he pressed his weapon into her face, slashing away at her flesh, leaving a line of blood to stain the white fur on her head as she cried out in pain.

"Then you will die with them."

No more anger, no more coyness, no more mockery, no more irritation filled Gigan's voice. What mattered was action- action he would gladly take up on for the benefit of himself and the entire Titan species. Seeing him raise his hook high, Mothra still looked on towards him, unafraid and unmoving even at death's door. All she could do was stick to her beliefs and ideals, beliefs and ideals she had always taught to the King and to others. Quickly, she shut her eye's and clenched her beak as Gigan's hook came downwards.

And called his name.

Gojira!

That familiar roar- savage, wrathful, powerful and intense- that roar of pure, animalistic rage she had only heard a few times in her many years of existence, came from close by. It vibrated across the entire island- maybe even the entire world- and collided head on with the surprised, but mostly fear-stricken, Gigan. It came without any warning- like rising waves within the ocean- and drowned Gigan with all of its fury, pushing the spiked Titan off of Mothra and away from her. Before Gigan could even fight back, a strike to his face clawed painfully at him, visibly scarring his face with a deranged claw mark as Gigan screeched in torment. Not a moment too soon, the creature's claw struck Gigan's abdomen, digging deep into his flesh and tearing away any of the protective scales. Then, the creature lunged at him, aiming for Gigan's neck and instantly hitting his mark, sinking its teeth into its side, crushing any of the flesh that stood in-between the creature's jaw.

Mothra could tell, this battle was an extremely one-sided one. Finally realising he should fight back, Gigan impaled the creature's thick hide with his hooks, causing the creature to let go of his bite on his neck, and fall closer to the ground. But the creature quickly stopped himself from falling entirely, and quickly balanced his massive form onto his arms. Like an untamed beast, the creature continued his rush at Gigan, crawling animalistically on all fours, only raising its entire body to savagely claw at Gigan's chest, ripping through the spiked Titan's flesh and tearing him apart fiercely, without any remorse nor any control to hold back its rage and overwhelming strength.

Even so, Gigan wasn't the creature's priority right now, he could come back to him later. Rising himself from down on all fours, Godzilla stood tall and menacing, witnessing how Gigan's beaten, clawed-up and bloodied body was struggling to take air in. Yes, he wasn't the priority, the King couldn't give two damns about him- at least, not when someone else was in dire need. Taking control of his breathing, forcefully lowering his adrenaline levels and his anger, by taking in deep and slow breaths, Godzilla turned around. And his wrathful state soon fell as he looked upon Mothra's weak form in close to him.

"Mosura." Godzilla breathed out heavily, leaning his whole body downwards, as close as he could to her, his arms shaking as he tried to grasp her body, unsure of what to to do.

"You heard my call…" Mothra smiled weakly, turning her head to look directly into his eyes, calming the blazing, intense blue glow emanating from his dorsal plates.

"The connection… I-I could feel you." Godzilla spoke slowly, his worried expression already starting to form a soft and tiny smile upon his face, extremely relived her pain and suffering didn't lead to anything severe.

The Goddess could only offer up a small smile back to the King, her words dying in her mouth from the tiredness she felt. But the King suddenly gave a pained and loud roar, as he recoiled back in pain and sprung back, raising himself in agony, feeling Gigan's hook pierce through his neck and cruelly twist itself within his flesh. Horrified, Mothra's smile dropped instantly as she turned herself around and did her best to stand. But any attempt proved futile, as her limbs quickly gave into the pain, making her body collapse harshly back onto the sand as she cried out in worry, desperately wanting to help her King.

Godzilla struggled against Gigan, desperately trying to turn himself around to strike at the cowardly Titan who stayed firmly behind the King, still digging his hooks ever deeper into Godzilla's flesh, screeching wickedly as he did so. But by now, the King had all but had enough of everything. All this pain, violence and distress Gigan had put onto his Mosura, would all be vanquished in an instant, all be paid back by Gigan. Roughly, Godzilla grabbed onto Gigan's hook that pierced the side of his neck. Crutching downwards, the King roared fiercely as he used all of his strength to throw Gigan over his shoulder, in doing so, cutting up more of Gigan's flesh as he scrapped against the dorsal plates of the King, and collided with the beach a distance away from the King and Mothra. Being in so much pain, Godzilla fell to the ground as well, but supported himself with his great forearms, once again returning to stand on all fours. And when Gigan finally was able to rise, his red eyes became wide with shock as he saw the King's massive form stand on all fours above the weak Mothra, covering her whole body with his own, his tail protecting her small body, and his eyes dead set on him, burning blue with wrath, vibrating the air with his deep, animalistic growls.

"You shouldn't be protecting her, Gojira!" Gigan screeched, clutching his many wounds with his arms, backing away slowly towards the ocean, "You valuing a single life over the many others that want to reclaim earth as our rightful own for ourselves, just shows how much you've failed as a King!"

"Which is why Ghidorah will forever be a greater King than you can ever hope to be!"

Enough was enough. The air vibrated around the King's glowing form. The harsh blue began to climb up, from the tip of his tail to the top of his broad neck. The fire inside his stomach coursed through his entire body, and wisps of blue flame once again escaped his jaw. Unable to do anything, Gigan watched in horror as Godzilla's roar shattered his ears, and his atomic breathe blazed forward, quickly colliding with Gigan and burning the deep wounds upon his chest, pushing him far into the deep ocean, where Gigan's screams of pain were silenced by the encompassing waters he sank into.

"Goji…" Mothra whispered from beneath Godzilla, with barely any strength left.

Once the blue flames died down, Godzilla began to cough harshly, causing his own blood to distastefully escape from his throat, and his claw to grasp firmly at the wound upon his neck. Giving a shrill of concern, Mothra started to rise herself, but was stopped quickly by the King's urgent and deep voice, his body still covering her own.

"Don't." the King commanded with great certainty as well as comfort, "You can rest now, Mosura."

"I'm going to take you home."

Once they had reached their island, Godzilla had carefully moved the resting Mothra from atop his back she rested upon on their travel back home, and into his arms. Stepping onto the beach, Godzilla gently walked towards their cave, trying his best to keep her comfortable, but wincing at her weak form laying against his chest. With the way she rested against him tightly within his grasp. With the way she was left bleeding and weak. With the way she was brought to this because of the hook's of the Titan; and the King's own failure to protect her. It became all too familiar.

"Gojira, I need to tell you something." Mothra spoke up once they had entered the cave, urgently wanting to warm him about what she had learnt during the fight.

"Not yet." Godzilla said again, his voice almost expressionless despite the hints of sorrow and worry, as he began to lower himself to the cave floor, "Once we're finished, then you can tell me."

"But-"

"No." Godzilla interrupted, looking back at her whilst on his knees, his serious expression commanding her to do as he says. But his golden eyes softened to their usual softness when he realised how tense he was making the situation, and soothed his voice as he tightened his grip around her, "Please, I beg, save your breathe."

Once Mothra had quietened down, Godzilla allowed his body to finally collapse onto the ground, taking care he was doing so as slowly, gently and comfortably as he could. With his dorsal plates digging into the cave floor, Godzilla positioned Mothra so as she was as comfortable as she could have been on his chest, tensing his arms slightly when he dubbed whichever way he positioned her as not comfortable enough. Finally, he removed his arms from her, allowing her wings to fall to their sides and drape across the sides of his body, offering up a small smile to her when she smiled at him, content and grateful.

"Are you comfortable?" the King asked softly, the anxiousness in his eyes so apparent to her.

"Yes." Mothra replied, proving to him she was telling the truth as she began to sink all her weight against his chest.

After Godzilla had given her a small nod of approval, Mothra began to rise her wings from their resting positions. There she began to slowly move down the King's chest, and in doing so, gradually covered the top area of Godzilla's body with her wings- something the King was extremely surprised and unhappy about.

"Stop." the King ordered, gently pushing her wings away from his body and back down to their resting positions.

"Goji?" Mothra asked, confused at his sudden denial of her advances- making her question if she was doing anything wrong or upsetting to the King, with a shocked and saddened expression upon her face. He would never deny her, why would he do so now?

"What are you doing, Mosu?" Godzilla questioned, putting his claws gently to the side of her body, and caressing her endearing fur as to show his denial wasn't one of negativity.

"Tending to your wounds, of course." Mothra answered in a surprised manner, confused why the King seemingly needed to ask about this.

"No." Godzilla answered back quickly, denying her yet again, "Focus on yourself first."

"But your injuries are so much more severe than mine." Mothra quickly countered, her antennae furrowing in displeasure at the fact that Godzilla wasn't seeing reason.

"But I can take it better than you." Godzilla replied, peeling his eye's away from her in a guilt-like manner, hurtful he was stating to upset her, but knowing it was for the better.

At once, Mothra puffed out her cheeks and gave off an irritable sigh, returning to raise her wings over Godzilla's body, "Gojira, I can't tend to my own wounds first knowing someone else is more in need-"

Godzilla quickly raised his head from its resting position, and tightly grasped her wings, stopping them from moving any further, "Mosura, as your King, I order you to heal your wounds first, before mine." he said with sheer authority, slightly raising his voice in response to her constant defiance.

The cave became extremely quiet after that, the air so tense that the sounds of their collective breathing effortlessly cut through it. Mothra, shocked and keeping her beak closed, slightly started to shy away from him, taking her eyes from him and instead looks towards the rough scales on his chest.

"S-Sorry," the King finally said, after a while of silence, internally berating himself for saying something so stupid, "I shouldn't have said that."

Gently, he pushed against Mothra's back, urging her to come closer to his head, caressing his claws gently against the entirety of her body as a means to really apologise. Slowly, she followed his advances, moving upwards, towards the snout of the King, slightly tucking in her wings and draping them around her body.

"Fine." Mothra said lowly, still not looking at the King, making his heart tense up and his already sad expression become even more lowly.

Soon enough, Mothra's tattered wings began to glow a serene and gentle blue. And from that blue, wisps of an elegant blue energy- like that of a gentle, flowing stream- began to come forth from her wings and dance upon her body. Godzilla kept his eyes fixated on the mystical act, relishing in the blue aura's serene warmth and comfort, and noticing how it had began to string together the gaping tear within one of Mothra's wings, as if sewing and joining it together. But Mothra began too move closer to the King's head, much to his confusion. He tried to keep her still with his claws, but Mothra simply brushed past them, finishing near to Godzilla's neck. There, as gracefully as ever, she leant downwards close to the gaping wound that was left exposed, and began to lick the blood off of him with her slender tongue. Before Godzilla could object, he quickly shut his eyes and bared his teeth, wincing at the pain and giving off soft growls. Growls that were soon calmed by Mothra's gentle voice softly shushing him as her limbs caressed his neck in a comforting manner. Once she knew he was fine, she continued to lick his wound, often cringing at the taste of his blood.

"What are you doing?" Godzilla quickly asked, questioning her more on why she was doing it, rather than the act itself.

"If I must heal my own wounds first, then I will tend to your wounds in a different manner." Mothra simply stated, not once stopping her tending to his wounds, even as she talked to him. In fact, she took an even greater amount of care and precision once some of the blood had been cleaned off, and the open flesh began to be more prominent and noticeable.

"Mosura, don't do this. I know how much you hate it." Godzilla hastily said, bringing both his claws to hold onto the Goddess, gesturing her to stop.

For a moment, Mothra raised her head away from the wound, and Godzilla gave out a sigh in relief. But she turned her head to face his once again, determined to not be stopped- especially if it meant helping others, "I hate the blood, not the act of healing your injuries." she quietly yet defiantly spoke back to him, returning her head back to his wounds before she could see the shocked expression on the King's face.

But, there was no point in arguing now. Once she had made it clear to him she wasn't going to be convinced otherwise, Godzilla made it easier for Mothra by resting his head against the cave floor, now ignoring the pain upon his wound and instead focusing on the comforting act of Mothra's warms tongue diligently tending to him. After a while, Mothra felt the warmness from her healing powers start to slightly diminish, as did the blue aura and the intensity of the light in her wings, signalling to the both of them, she was starting to heal and recover. Content with her current strength, Mothra moved away from the King's now cleaned-up wound and faced his head.

"I need to tell you something, Gojira, urgently." Mothra whispered within the silence, hurriedly speaking through her sentence, which caused her to slightly take in a gasp of air, her not being at full strength yet.

"Have you gotten your strength back?" Godzilla questioned- or really- demanded. To him, anything could wait, what mattered was her well being. And after Mothra sheepishly turned her head away, and continued to relish in the warmness for just a little bit longer, did she turn back to the King and gave him a light nod of reassurance, answering his question.

"Okay, tell me." the King spoke, straitening his broad neck to fully immerse himself to what Mothra had to say.

For a while, Mothra stayed silent, choosing her next words carefully as to not upset the King even further. But with the way his eyes lost that shine of gold slightly, and how he had to take in heavy breaths, Mothra knew Godzilla had an idea of what she would have to say

"…I sense Battra will rise soon." Mothra said, staring strongly into his eyes, not holding a single thing back from his despite slightly stumbling through her words, given her accelerated heartbeat, "…As well as many enemies from both the Olden Days and of this new era, given what Gigan had told me."

She could feel his entire body tense at her revelation, as well as hear his heart start to beat at an increased pace. Maybe, it wouldn't have been as bad if only more Titan's were starting to brew and awaken. But Battra? He and the King- despite being Mothra's brother- definitely did not have a stable or steady relationship with one another- made worse by Mothra's constant promise of forever remaining by Godzilla's side, and Godzilla promising to do the same for her. For what was to come in the future, all the King could do was sigh a heavy breathe, with a dark and ominous expression.

"…Goji?" Mothra called, not wanting to be left in this ominous silence and looking up to his face, disheartened.

Finally, the King gave of some signs of life after a while of quiet, and shook his great head in despair and frustration. "We should have expected this." Godzilla said quietly, a sombre shaking within his voice ever present to Mothra, making her heart break, "We never could live in peace. Try as we might, something like this… it could never really last."

But then, once his sombre words finished, the King felt a wetness on his shoulder, and sounds of despair so close to him. Raising his head, Godzilla's heart tensed as he turned to realise the faithful and collected Mothra had started to break down into tears. She couldn't bare to feel this way; she couldn't bare to see him in such sadness after he had fought so hard for the sake of both of them, and the world. She tried her best to stay strong for him, but like before, couldn't help but cry against him.

"I…" Mothra whispered, her words muffled by her tears and sorrow, "I am so sorry, Gojira."

Finally realising he should comfort her instead of just watching in shock, the King immediately brought his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. Doing his best to comfort her cries, Godzilla silently cursed to himself in a tongue long forgotten to the world- only known to them- and chastised himself for falling into his own despair and, as consequence, making Mothra cry because of it. Immediately, he wanted to take it all back, her crying stinging his heart the more she continued.

"N-No, don't be!" Godzilla said, trying his best to comfort her, his voice showing the greatest amount of emotion ever since they had returned home, "This isn't your fault, nowhere close to it. You have nothing to apologise for."

"But what else can I do?" Mothra whimpered, burying her head into his neck, trembling against his body as her tears wet the scales of the King, "No matter how much we try to maintain the peace, chaos always seems to rise once again."

"What more can I do, Gojira?"

"Y-You can…" Godzilla hesitated, unsure of what to say. Comfort- especially offering reassuring words- wasn't his strong suite. It was always hers, and it pained him knowing he could never comfort her as much as she always did. But it didn't mean he wouldn't try his best. Gently, he pried her head away from his neck, and tilted it so that she was facing him. Giving a soft small, he pulled her in closer and gently brushed his claw against the fur upon her head, smiling warmly as he brushed her tears away.

"You can just stay here with me, right in my arms." the King offered, knowing it wasn't much, but knowing they didn't need much if they were together, "If you do so, we can get through all of this, like we have always done."and brought her head to rest

Her tears had stopped their flowing, as her face was dried by the brushing of the King's claw around them. Slowly, she sank back down into his warmth, taking up his offer of staying with him, and brought her head to rest against the crook of his neck, her limbs tightening around his neck as well. Glad she accepted his offer, Godzilla leant his head back down and once again focused on the warm feeling from Mothra's enchanting aura that still worked its power on her wounds. The silence was now comforting, instead of tense, as the King looked back at Mothra's resting form, content at her relaxation and calmed demeanour. But quietly, so soft to the point where you would have to be as close as Godzilla was to her to understand what she was saying, Mothra spoke again and broke the silence.

Me o tojite omoidasu

Sugisari shi ano koro no

Godzilla perked his head up again, surprised at the fact that Mothra had not only started singing, but had started singing an entirely new song in the human language he had first learnt. He was about to stop her, for fear she would only strain herself more, but with the way her quiet voice seemed so beautiful and elegant, he couldn't bring himself to it.

Modorenai kaerenai

Hirogatta fukai yami

"...Mosu?" Godzilla whispered, understanding each one of her words so clearly, his heart began to tighten from both her singing and her expression.

Mothra began to shake once again, trembling within his arms as her grip against his neck tightened around him. "I don't want all of this to end." Mothra sobbed, shying away from the King's heartbroken eyes, "I want us to stay like how we've been for almost a year now."

"I can't stand the thought that, whenever the peace is destroyed, you would have to continue fighting." Mothra exclaimed, clinging onto the King's scales as Godzilla caressed her fur with pity and sorrow, "I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt, for the sake of me."

"Gojira…" Mothra spoke, turning her head to face his, her wide, blue eyes shining even brighter from the tears within them, "I would gladly die for you a hundred times over if it meant that you could live a peaceful life- one that won't be interrupted by chaos and destruction. After all the fighting and suffering you have had to endure, you deserve it the most."

"Don't you say that." Godzilla said loudly, instantly snapping Mothra out of her despaired state and into one of surprise. Quickly, Godzilla sat up straight, holding Mothra even tighter against him, his eyes commanding her to not look away from him, "Don't you dare say that, Mosura! I may be King, but what kind of King would I be if I didn't view those I rule over as my equals?"

Softly, Godzilla laid both of his claws at the side of Mothra's head, making her bring her claws up to touch the sides of the King's claws. Once again, she was reminded of how endearing the King looked to her, and how what she had said would never stand by with the King- because of how much she meant to him.

"To the world, your life is just as precious as mine," Godzilla expressed comfortingly, relishing in the feel of her soft fur against the palm of his claws, as well as her gentle touch of her forelimbs, "And to me, your life is more precious than mine."

Mothra moved in closer to him, enchanted by his strength and shining eyes. "Mosu, don't die for the people you love," Godzilla declared softly, bringing her even closer to him, "instead, live for them."

Afterwards, his claws slowly dropped back down to Mothra's sides as he lowered his head, making it to touch her own in a gentle way. "In any case," the King whispered deeply, closing his eyes as he pressed harder into her warmth, "I could never live a peacefully life without you."

Mothra caught on her breathe upon hearing Godzilla's words, struggling to breathe not from her wounds, but from his emotionally declaration and her own sheepishness. With a new found confidence, with the one she loved and had fallen in love with so close to her, she continued on with her new song- more powerful and heartfelt than before.

Modorenai kaerenai

Hirogatta fukai yami

Together, the King and the Goddess pressed closer to one another, neither wanting to pull away nor leave the other's touch, even for just a second.

Nakitaku naru yōna

yasashii oto

Mothra's aura became strong once again, this time fuelled by her blazing heart and desire, rather than its healing energy. And the aura danced around the two, filling the cave with a homely, blue light.

Donnani kurushikute mo

Mae e mae e susume zetsubō tachi

Godzilla's own blue began to dance with Mothra's aura, intensifying this heavenly light from the brightness of his serene dorsal plates.

Ushinatte mo ushinatte mo ikiteiku shika nai

For a moment, both could feel the other's emotions, brought about by the mental connection that shone brightly through Mothra's aura. They could feel the sadness of it all; the longing for peace within the world. But, also, the happiness and content they felt within this moment, and many other moments they shared in their life together.

Donnani uchinomesarete mo mamoru mono ga aru

Mothra placed her forelimb by the side of Godzilla's face, brushing it gently against his head and coming closer to his snout. She felt tired due to the energy she had expended from her healing as well as her battle- as if she was unaware of what she was doing- but still, she came in closer to Godzilla's head, stopping just before his snout, not realising his surprised and confused expression.

Mamoru mono ga aru

Mothra whispered, ever so softly, before closing the gap between her and the King, gently planting her beak against his maw.

The act only lasted a mere second, the King could barely even feel her touch her own beak against his mouth. But it had happened nonetheless, there was no mistaking what Mothra had done.

"…Mosura?" the King called out softly, still staring into her eyes, trying to find a single answer.

But, as quickly as the act had been done, Mothra's eyes closed and her whole body collapsed gently upon the King's chest. With her tired-out state, her blue aura ceased its dance and dissipated into the winds, as well as the bright, blue glow Godzilla had before slowly mould into a pink colour. Quickly, he snapped out of his aloof state and checked on her, relieved to find Mothra had just began to sleep, immensely tired, but with a warm smile upon her beak.

Gently position her so that she was sleeping comfortably against his chest, Godzilla returned to lie back down onto the cave floor and rest the back of his head against it. Unable to sleep just yet, the King brought his mind back onto what exactly Mothra had just done. Maybe she didn't mean it, Godzilla had thought to himself as he rubbed against Mothra's fur, after all, she was essential half asleep by the time she had done it. But to connect with the other like that, it was something Kaiju mates would often do to seal their bond as mates and lovers. The King had always pressed his snout onto Mothra's head to comfort her like that, but never against her own beak. But it wasn't like Godzilla was insulted or angered by it. Definitely not, it was a… nice feeling to him.

This was all so confusing, and he didn't need more confusion after all that had happened today!

Exhaling a large amount of air into his body, then breathing that air slowly back into the world, Godzilla's eyes moved back onto Mothra's sleeping form, softening their gold at the sight of her so at peace after what had happened. That song- it was new and surprising to him- but felt more personal to him as well, as if the song was about his and Mothra's life together. Their words comforted his heart and stayed within his mind. Looking out into the setting sun, Godzilla closed his eyes as he began to fall back asleep, vowing to do what Mothra had sung about in her song.

Mamoru mono ga aru Godzilla thought to himself, looking towards his resting partner and clutching Mothra tighter, before he fell asleep.


So… yeah! If you recognised the song Mothra was singing, then you must be a Demon Slayer fan, because that was none other than Kamado Tanjiro no Uta!

Now, bare with me please! I know it seems 'weird' to include an already exciting song in this, but reading up on the English translation of the song's lyrics made me realise the song works REALLY well in the context of Goji's and Mosu's life!

As for how Mothra was able to know the song… OK, REALLY bare with me now!

So, back in 2019, Mothra looked into the mind of Madison and saw through her entire memories.

Being the apparent anime-lover Madison this in this story's canon, Madison knew of the Kamado Tanjiro no Uta song, and so Mothra was able to memorise exactly how the song went as well as well as all the japanese lyrics.

Also, instead of the massive crescendo in the song, I'd image Mothra was singing it as like a sort of lullaby, so, if you want to play some musics during that scene, here's a really good, relaxing piano cover of the song you can play: watch?v=ijGkZPocPvc

If you're confused, just ask in the comments why I think the song works and I'll literally dissect it, line by land, and relate it to the context of the story!

Oh, and side-note, the phrase mamoru mono ga aru (I think) translates to 'There is something you will have to protect.'

Also, just to add more to the anime-y feel I had going on with this chapter (what with the massive fights, character bonding and 'fighting for you friends!' sort of thing), I even thought I've respective theme's for the character's you can play during the fight scenes! (yes, I know they all have their own themes in Godzilla: KOTM, but I was thinking more of 'anime-battle' themes that tend to play whenever that character is winning.

Godzilla: Gogeta's theme (DBZ: Fusion Reborn OST)

Mothra: Bundle (Demon Slayer OST)

Rodan: Natsu's theme (Fairy Tail OST)

As for Gigam (and Battra), I haven't thought of themes for them yet. And I'll tell you all the themes I think would fit Anguirus and King Ghidorah once they become more relevant in future stories.

Again, if you're unsure why I chose these themes, the just ask in the comments! (I'm no music expert/analyser, but I can explain why own little thoughts for them)

Anyway, I think that's enough! I really hope you all enjoyed, this chapter really took a lot out of me :P

And again, thanks for all of your support!