Disclaimer: I don't own Godzilla. Otherwise I would've tried to make a Godzilla vs Gamera movie. Though, there'd be a strong emphasis on tried.
"Speech"
'Thought'
After the events of 1945, the people of Japan never wanted to believe that something horrible could ever happen on their mainland ever again. They were cursed by the attack of the first Godzilla after witnessing death and destruction on a massive scale.
But even those events could only compare to the destruction left in the wake of recent events.
Toshiro looked at the monitor in abstract horror. The coastline of Kinki was left scorched by the EMP bomb. Now he knew why the Chinese were willing to agree to such a dangerous weapon.
'They knew what it would do. And they were fine letting it hit Japan.' However, he was able to swallow and ignore that horror by the center point of the frame.
The bodies of Godzilla and Anguirus laid sprawled on the ground, unmoving. Not even their stomachs were expanding to show any signs of oxygen intake.
A promising sign of hope indeed but many felt uneasy. No doubt was cast that Godzilla was weak to artificial electricity, but he had already trumped their logic. It was even more risky considering that Angiurus was possibly more sturdy.
Everyone watching this scene could only hope. Prayers of peace by death were cast in silence; nobody dared to jinx luck and tactics.
Amidst all this silence, Toshiro Hatake looked at the decimated land of his country. The country that he knew had turned away from tyranny in hopes of peace, now forced to suffer again. He couldn't face the monitors at all. He allowed this to happen.
'I'm sorry.'
And then, Godzilla's face twitched.
His eyes opened and his mouth took in the scorched air. He slowly urged his massive body to lift up from the destroyed ground. With fully erect posture, the King bellowed a roar to the sky.
The soldiers hearing the roar interpreted it as a shout filled with rage, but Toshiro felt that Godzilla was mocking the effort.
To make matters even worse, the roar from Godzilla seemed to wake up Anguirus as well.
Godzilla didn't have any initial interest in inflicting injury upon Anguirus; he was busy roaring at any of the army within earshot.
Agitated by this, the quadruped mumbled before roaring to his opponent. The mocking of the army ceased, and Godzilla gave Anguirus attention. He also offered a chance of striking; the King had learned the honor of battle.
Anguirus took this opportunity and swung his tail around to attack. Godzilla took the blow and showed pain towards this.
In retaliation, Godzilla expended a large portion of his nuclear energy to blast his spiked foe. But said foe's armored hide proved to be efficient enough to endure the atomic breath.
Rage drove the monster king to kick his foe in the head to inflict damage, which was somewhat effective.
Both Kaiju slammed into each other again, struggling to overpower one another. However, unlike the last time, Godzilla and Anguirus didn't have nearly as much power.
It appeared that the EMP bomb actually wounded the monsters. Or, at the very least, it deprived them of a lot of energy.
A chance to attack again was well within grasp, but these Kaiju already defied expectation. Even if they were weakened, it was still a question if conventional weaponry could defeat them.
As the fires burned around the coastline, the people of the army wondered if they had any other choice than to simply accept this. Was there really any way that they could quell the threat known as Kaiju?
Chugoku Station, 2:28 AM,
Ichigo stared intently at the sample beneath the high-powered microscope. He had since isolated the cells in an effort to reproduce the reaction or create some kind of radiation.
His efforts didn't produce promising products. The most that the professor had managed to do was isolate the cells and animate them a little bit with some heat.
'They most certainly are animal cells. But why do they only react a little with this much heat?'
Ichigo's question had the obvious answer of nothing wanting to be cold, but he had put the cells in an oven and cranked the temperature to eight hundred degrees Celsius.
'At this rate, I'd have to dump the meteorite into Godzilla to get the cells to act up. Him or the sun.' He chuckled at his attempt of self humor.
Suddenly, Ichigo's joke didn't seem so innocent anymore. Ignoring the obvious connotation about Godzilla's curse upon humanity, there was some scientific inference in it.
Eight hundred degrees Celsius is as hot as lava. The cells would've had to come from an environment that was much hotter than what Earth normally provided if they were usually lively.
"But that can't be right, these meteorites were supposed to come from...the edge of our solar system."
Ichigo quickly confirmed the calculated trajectory from the command log and found that it was true. The meteorites came from outside the Milky Way and were slingshot by the Sun's gravity, impacting in Japan the week prior at 2:53 AM. The cells must've retained some heat from atmospheric re-entry earlier.
All of these facts culminated in the scientist's head to create a maelstrom of confusion. So much so that Godzilla as a threat was much easier to ignore then.
In addition to the temporary bliss from ignorance, the discovery also yielded an new question.
Just what did these meteoroids come from? Was there an even bigger asteroid that they originated from?
Suddenly, a small flicker of violet emerged from the samples. It wasn't a brilliant shine, but it was enough to grab Ichigo's attention.
"What? Why is it brightening now?"
Those questions were soon to be answered. It would start above the atmosphere.
The same ominous purple light that had hovered above the planet expanded. It opened a wormhole that connected to the empty space that was relatively close to the sun.
Not only did the portal manifest a pathway between Earth and the sun, it also released a Kaiju-sized meteorite unto the planet. To add more suffering, it was heading towards Japan.
On the surface of the planet, Godzilla and Anguirus had yet to cease their struggle.
Godzilla, having run out of ideas to fight, gripped is opponent's head and began to beat it with his clawed fists. This effort failed to prove useful.
Anguirus retaliated with several swipes towards the chest. He was unhanded and stumbled back. Roars erupted from the two with their distance.
But suddenly, they stopped.
They shared the same expression of confusion and glanced towards the sky. Somehow, the Earth Kaiju could sense that the meteorite was aimed directly at them. The dark sky was starting to light up as it quickly approached them.
Narrowing his eyes with anger, Godzilla regretted that he only had one solution to the problem presented before him. All of his energy was summoned forth, and he blasted his atomic breath into the descending meteorite.
Its fall was hindered, but it continued onwards into the province. A massive explosion accompanied the meteor as it crashed between Godzilla and Anguirus. The Kaiju were engulfed by destruction yet again.
The impact and smoke lasted for a few minutes before slowly dissipating. Another one would surely cause several natural disasters for Japan.
What stood in the center of all the destruction was another new Kaiju, but this newcomer was very different.
It stood on four stalky limbs, the armored back had a large singular horn facing downwards, and its head looked like a hollow serrated knife with a red sphere. Obviously, this creature was alien.
"Another one?" Questioned Toshiro with surprise. This simply wasn't the day to be leading the forces against giant monsters.
Unlike Godzilla had done upon his arrival, this new monster seemed more intent on analyzing the area around it. The red sphere in the head blinked three times as it scanned the surrounding environment. The crashing waves, the scorched sand, and two monsters who were weakened from the blast.
Immediately, it took great interest in Godzilla and Anguirus.
The King of Monsters, now weary and beaten, glared at the newcomer on the scene. It can't be said that the latter reciprocated the manner.
Godzilla summoned his rage for another roar meant for intimidation. It was in vain, though, as his usual battle cry softened into a weeze of pain.
Attempting didn't come without any response. The alien Kaiju hummed before roaring deeply. To make itself even more extravagant, the Kaiju's back-horn lifted up and let a rainbow pour out. It dazzled until forming into insect wings of solid light.
Toshiro watched this display with awe and question. To him this looked like the monsters were communicating with each other. For all he knew, they were conspiring to attack Hong Kong together.
It would be an outright lie if he said that he wasn't trying to figure out if they could kill the alien along with Godzilla.
'Godzilla and Anguirus are weakened. But how tough is this new guy?'
Chugoku Station,
Ichigo scrambled to figure out just what was going on. The samples that he had been given now started to glow in a manner of blinking and not just in a random pattern; every cut of the meteorite dimmed and lit up at the same time. Being reminded of traffic lights was irritating, to say the least.
This even followed so closely after the inference of radiation that he was almost convinced that there was some sort of plot convenience.
"Professor Yamamoto!" Ichigo saw that one of the other scientists of the Chugoku station had arrived. He was out of breath and holding onto the door frame.
"Good to have some extra help around. Help me figure out what this is!" Demanded Ichigo with stress pulling his voice.
"Forget that, you need to see this! Another Kaiju has appeared!"
Amidst all of the light from the rocks was silence. Ichigo hoped that sleep deprivation had gotten to him. Nobody wanted to believe that in twenty four hours three Kaiju had all shown up to Japan.
"...What?"
"Another Kaiju has appeared with Godzilla and Anguirus. It arrived in a giant meteorite."
Ichigo's line of sight slowly shifted towards the samples. There was no way that this was simply a coincidence or plot convenience.
The beach, which was once erupting with the brawl of equal opponents, was now a place of shaming. Godzilla fought hard to establish revenge upon this newcomer only to fail as his strength had failed him.
The alien gouged its stalk-like legs into Godzilla's body over and over again. It added more pain by piercing Godzilla's skin with its knife-like head. Interest had morphed into bloodlust.
Anguirus watched this fight with frustration in mind. By no means did he consider Godzilla an ally; if anything, he wanted to personally kill the King of the Monsters. But allowing somebody else to have a chance at it was infuriating.
Summoning all of his strength, the quadruped Kaiju forced himself off the ground. He charged forward and hopped onto the alien's backside.
His mouth was large than Godzilla's, so it naturally had the advantage of inflicting more damage.
Anguirus had succeeded in gaining ground as the alien slowly moved off and away from Godzilla. It made every effort to shake off its new nuisance, shrieking as it did so.
After being freed from his prison of edge and pain, Godzilla leapt into the battle. Just like Anguirus, he didn't care what would happen to the other Earth Kaiju. There wasn't even any concern over his own health.
He just wanted to make sure that it was in stone that he was the King.
Godzilla charged forward, grasping onto the side of the alien. He began to senselessly beat its torso with only his fists.
Although both of them shared a common enemy, the reptilian Kaiju's didn't have the same method of defeating said enemy. This dissonance of coordination led to both of them ramming into each other.
Anguirus slipped down his opponent's backside and landed into Godzilla.
The alien Kaiju took this opportunity to gain some distance; it didn't expect that both of its opponents had enough energy to fight.
Roars of annoyance and anger circled around the reptilian monsters; they would probably attempt to kill each other again. Such a strange social interaction was closely spectated.
Turning its knife head like a bird, the alien appeared to be analyzing its opponents more closely. It could even appear as attraction.
Godzilla, however, wasn't flattered in the least. He pushed his head away from Anguirus to get back up. A weak, blue ray emerged from the King's maw, his last attempt to finish this fight.
But this attempt was met with failure. The rainbow wings around the alien converged in a new shape and caught the incoming attack.
Anguirus, desperate to continue fighting, stood up and maneuvered around Godzilla. All that desperation and willpower was swiftly crushed by the redirected attack that crashed into his face.
Burned and exhausted, the armored Kaiju collapsed onto the beach. His consciousness slowly slipped away as his jaw lay wide open.
Although Godzilla had plans of murdering Anguirus, he couldn't ignore what disgust he felt. That way of fighting was arguably cheap.
In truth, this fight was cheap towards him.
Some satisfaction started to gleam off of the alien Kaiju when it slowly walked towards Godzilla.
The King had only enough energy to keep him conscious; he had expelled too much in his atomic breath. His body began to crouch from the lack of energy. Now he seemed like an appeasing offering. An offering that the alien gladly took advantage of.
Scales were pierced by the front legs, and they hooked into Godzilla's flesh. All he could do was scream in agony as he felt his insides being yanked at. However, this was only the first step.
Light poured out of the alien's back again, it set its hind legs into Godzilla, and both of them were lifted off of the ground.
Pain flared in every corner of Godzilla's mind. Keeping hold of his own consciousness was now a struggle in of itself.
He pushed his clawed hand forward to fight back against this menace, but it suddenly began to move away from him as did the hooks in his skin. The senses of pain and sight were driven out by air ringing in his ears and the eventual feeling of water thrashing all around his body.
And then, everything began to fade away for Godzilla. The same deep black as those empty holes began to consume him.
Chugoku Station,
Without the presence of his father, Isshin had become very worried. Love for his mother wasn't lacking in any sort of manner; he just felt far safer when his father wasn't working.
At the insistence of his mother and demographic standards, he did some drawing to calm him and pass the time.
Suddenly, a jolt passed through the little boy; the tip of his pencil snapped against the paper. It felt like dread and blackness encircled his very being. There was only one explanation that offered itself to him.
'...That shouldn't have happened...'
Thanks for reading this chapter. Ok, I can clearly state that I am back on top of this project now. I promise to work much closer as Day of the Delta has received its proper praise. Keep your eyes out for the next installment of this fanfiction (hopefully coming soon).
