Chapter 4: Diplomacy headache

Off the coast of Chiba Prefecture, Japan

April 5th, 2019, 10:18 AM

The ocean was his home, his realm and one true domain, a place he can feel peace and content in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle pace of the ultra modern world of Tokyo. Whenever Kiryu felt the burden of protecting a species which he loathed bear down on his back, he retreated to the ocean or a walk in the mountains just to feel the wind or ocean currents on his armor plates and mounted sensors. Just a day earlier, his little secret with the Japanese government went out of the bag, which means he is no longer playing the mindless machine role. Whatever pretenses they had had about his self awareness were decimated in a minute with the uttering of a single word.

Kiryu felt tenses, there was no denying that this day would come, and yet, there was preparation for what comes after. Everything he can do from now on for the foreseeable future will be reactions until his dance has been choreographed by himself to the world. For now, he has other concerns, MechaGirain, his friend was in a distant land and he need to keep an eye out for her. There was nothing he could do on his own, for his jurisdiction is tied to Japan and his fate is yet to be decided, but there is one who can exert his influence outside. By swimming around in the ocean, he acted as a makeshift beacon to lure in Godzilla, his sonar scope was switched on to keep track of the Leviathan.

His presence consequently attracted Godzilla, the King of Monsters swam towards his metallic counterpart, cutting across the ocean's current like a hot knife through butter. Kiryu's sonar scope soon display the silhouette of Godzilla as a massive blip heading straight for him. Although he was unarmed, he knew Godzilla wouldn't hurt him, not now and not ever will. He let the King of Monsters came to him, tackle him up front even. Godzilla held him in a tight clutch, gripping his muscular arms and bury his head into Kiryu's chest and felt the smoothness of his counterpart's metallic shell. "I'm glad to see you again, too." Kiryu said in a growl, its melody and rhythm was the equivalent of a speech to Godzilla. The feeling was mutual to Godzilla who stare into the eyes of his old friend tenderly, he muzzled Kiryu with gentle strokes and rubs by his snouts.

For Kiryu, who felt the sensual affection Godzilla was giving him, his ills for the day was washed away with most haste. "What brings you here my mate? I'm sure it is more than just an ill with the humans." The Saurian purred softly, conversely, Kiryu didn't hide the fact what was on his mind and proceed to spill the beans. "Perhaps you would remember Girain, a guest and a friend for the past few months. She has been taken by the humans to the Eastern edge of this ocean. And I can not follow her to keep a watchful eye, however, you can." It was a risky favor Kiryu pulled on Godzilla, and he knew it. But it was not something Godzilla back out of, for the past months, his wounds have healed and he was itching for battles. Moreover, he still owes Kiryu after the Cyborg Dinosaur rescue his organic counterpart from imprisonment, naturally, he knew what would come to him, "No need to say more, I shall travel to the land of the East and keep an eye on her. You can count on me, mate."

Contented and relieved with Godzilla's assurance, Kiryu patted Godzilla on his left shoulder; but at the same time, he was fearful of Godzilla's well being. Should anything happened to Godzilla, he doesn't know what to do. "Good luck Godzilla, and return safely." Said Kiryu in a rumble, the two seized each other with their arms, holding themselves tightly, they wrapped their tails around one another like a hair lock strand, both Kiryu and Godzilla muzzled one another, rubbing and feeling their snouts against one another, before the two broke away, Godzilla gripped Kiryu's neck with his hands, pulling him in for a passionate kiss on the lips. His tongue lashed into Kiryu's mouth, licking and feeling Kiryu's maw interior, this action consequently sent tingling sensations surge throughout Kiryu's body.

Godzilla soon broke out and swam away to America, leaving Kiryu to resurface and return to his human comrades in the JXSDF. For now, there is much for Kiryu to handle at home, the first thing he expected whence he came back to his hangar would be a press conference, news agencies from all across the world will come down on his neck and squeeze a news worthy interview. Perhaps the worst scenario he could imagine for the time being is the news reporters get a chance for a face-to-face interview with him. One can simply say, "Oh, I can imagine it now." with him being taken out of his hangar and facing a crowd of news reporter and their news choppers circling around him. Thankfully it will come later for the press still have to wade through their countless press conferences with the Japanese Government before getting to the juicy part of the matter.

Thinking over the matter once again, Godzilla has a very limited understanding of the human world, and no realistic scenario could have him fit into the interiors of the Marines Base in San Francisco and learn the more shadowy behind the scene dealings and intricate webs of human interactions. To deal with a man, one would need another man, and Kiryu has just one in spade for America. He subsequently dialed the number of 555-6579 with an attached name on it that said "Tiberius". The call was received by a middle aged American in his 50s, his hair has greyed greatly, his beard display the beating of the ages on him with silver, white and grey mixed into his chin. His brown eyes gazed at his cell phone with delight, his caller has been in communication for 12 years and they forged a rather unique working relationship. He pressed the reply button and engage himself in the phone exchange.

"How is America treating you Tiberius?" Said Kiryu on the other end of the phone line. "Peachy, I just saw the news about you in Japan, stirred quite a hornet's nest down there, didn't you?" Kiryu let out a chuckle, sounding almost embarrassed in his synthesized mechanical tone, "Trust me, agent Warner it's a lot less complicated than you think." The CIA agent scoffed at his defense and proceed to jump into the meat of the call. "You got a problem that needs my attention? As a matter fact, I still haven't been able to get my hands on your DNA sample and bring it to the Japanese embassy where my counterpart is waiting." Disappointing as it may sound, Kiryu didn't mind the SitRep, not for now.

"I know that. Listen closely, my counterpart has been taken to America for the Marines to adopt as the new weapon for them to mess around with. I suspect that Raven PMC, the subject of your investigation in America. Can you get down to San Francisco for a nice stroll in the sun of the bay for me?" Castavin giggled at the request but took it anyway for the leads alone. "At least I know where to look, I'll tag him and bag him for you. Gotta go now to pack my bags, call you when I'm there." The phone was hung up with a beep and the conversation was subsequently over, Kiryu now felt a little bit more confidence in his plan, since he had to put two assets into the play. Their efforts would help further assured her safety and his reclamation of the stolen DNA. For now, he has free hand to deal with the public reaction at home. And he expects them to throw the worst they have at him.