The big event that I've been giddy to write is now… going to have to wait 'till next chapter. MWAHAHA!!!

Godzilla is © Toho

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A PLAN FOR DESTRUCTION

"I can only assume that you know what you're doing by now?" The figure demanded coldly, his arms folded as faded eyes glared out from under snow-white hair.

"Relax," Ogata's voice answered sharply, but it was somehow… different. As if three people were talking at once. "I know what I'm doing, so: What's the plan?"

"We draw the boy out," The figure answered him coldly. "And if you so desire… your little friends can take care of his friends. Just remember this…"

He walked forward, looking Ogata dead in the eyes.

"The boy has to die. Dead. Deceased. He must go down and not come back up."

"Why's it so important to you?" Ogata asked sharply. "I'll kill him dead, no problem, but why are you bothered?"

"I am 'bothered' because of the reason you and your friends were so very far from being a match for him. But what you need, you now possess in entirety. He doesn't. And we cannot let him. Now: Kill him."

Ogata nodded slowly.

"He's deceased," He promised with a wicked grin. "And I think my boys would definitely enjoy some… payback. Especially on the girl, if you know what I mean."

The man's eyes flashed dark red. His hand curled into a fist, pure-white bone emerging from beneath the skin to coat his knuckles.

"I'm not interested in whatever perverted little pastimes you have in mind," He said icily. "Just do what I've told you."

He turned away, walking back towards the shadows.

"Remember," He nodded, "This is the beginning. What happens next can all be shaped by this day. If we get this right, there will be nothing to stop what I have planned. But for that, the boy has to die."

He stopped, facing away from Ogata.

"He can't come back now," He whispered quietly. "Not when I'm so very close…"

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Takuya stirred slowly, extending his hands to rest them on the sand… sand?

He sat up groggily, looking around. He was on a beach. Yes, definitely, a beach.

But everything looked somehow… grey. The sea remained eerily calm, and the sky was monotonous and overcast; a long, light-grey cloud stretching from one horizon to the other.

The tropical jungle that stood behind him swayed in a gentle breeze, the dark-green palm leaves rising and falling in the wind.

The scents in this place were somehow… familiar. It was calm, relaxed… and oddly, he felt at home here.

So where was 'here'?

"Hello?" He called out, looking from the jungle to the calm sea, "Akira? Akane?"

As if in response to his voice, away from the shore, the water suddenly shifted. It began to roll, frothing and churning as a shape of white surf formed, the waves beginning to part as something massive rose up.

Everything past the shoreline suddenly started to blur, thick, ropy streams of fog rolling in to encircle Takuya, obscuring the massive thing that rose from the water.

He could barely make out the shape of the immense, jagged fins, the shape of maple leaves, as they rose, the water cascading down as the huge shape rose up beneath them.

"Holy… Hell…" Takuya breathed, watching the enormous shape as it reared up. A lean, muscular body followed the spinal plates, bulges of thick, scale-covered muscles forming an immense barrel-chest. The creature was built like a prizefighter, well-developed arms kept close to its chest like a boxer, as it stood waist-deep in the water. A long, powerful tail rolled in the water behind it.

Its face, resembling a scaly puma at the snout, bore the impression of mammalian cunning, with tiny ears jutting out from the sides of its head, small spikes ran down the sides of its head looking almost like spiky hair, and blazing orange eyes that burned right through the fog.

Eyes that matched his own.

And then, it spoke, in a deep, rumbling voice that sounded like a crash of thunder mixed with the growl of a furious beast.

"Youngling…" Godzilla rumbled, "We must speak."

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Yeah, this was short, but I think that's a pretty good place for a nice cliffy, and the impact of Godzilla himself finally turning up should suffice.

Heh, 'Youngling'. For some reason I like that. Got it from 'star wars', but I think it shows Godzilla's mix of instinct and intelligence rather nicely.

Anyway, all reviews welcome.