Me again, with a third one shot in this thread. Stepping away from humour, this is a more… what to call it… emotional?… ficlet. After a few people over time have mentioned a MikixGodzilla, I weighed the options, and decided on this:

My question to you all is: Does this suggest a romantic MikixGodzilla pairing? I'll not say what my intentions were, because I honestly have none for this fic. It's purely something where you can make up your own mind.

This is set after KW Episode 5, "Trash of the Titans". Enjoy.

Godzilla is © Toho

LOYALTY

Miki flicked off the lamp, collapsing backwards into bed and pulling the sheets up over herself. Since returning from the oil refinery, she had been overcome with a strange exhaustion; an odd mix of relief and something rather different… more likely than not, she was feeling just a little smug, and rightly so: She'd developed a great enjoyment for putting Katagiri in his place. After Godzilla had defeated Hedorah after two failed attempts by Katagiri, how could she not have enjoyed the look on his face when Godzilla stood over Hedorah's remains.

The relief, of course, was simple in its cause: The extinction of the human species had been narrowly averted.

And the one who did it was Godzilla.

He'd done what mankind's weapons had failed to do; like some huge saurian hero, he had charged in at the last moment, defeating a vile monster that was a threat to all mankind. He had been beaten, smothered, burned, choked and maimed, but he won.

But Miki didn't want to think about it.

Godzilla had won, he'd saved them all, he'd survived. But there was still that nagging little voice in the back of her head that asked: "What if he didn't?"

What then? What if he'd died, and there had been nothing left that could have stopped Hedorah? Would Mothra have anyway of so much as hurting it?

What if she'd lost her Goji?

He always seemed so… invincible. He'd shrugged off missiles, defeated mutants and monsters and armies. He'd been knocked around a little, tranquilised, but never really wounded. Not until now.

Suddenly, fighting that wretched blob, he'd been half-coated in blood, burned down to the bone and almost killed.

Yet somehow he didn't give up. In the middle of such unimaginable pain, he'd kept fighting.

She could ask any of the others, but she knew the answer she'd get: Territorialism. Self-defence.

But deep down, she, and all the others, knew why. She knew the reason Godzilla did not, had never, and would never back down.

It was because of her. He appeared when Hedorah, or anything else, threatened her. The one time she'd really been injured, back when the link was new to them both… which somehow seemed like such a long time ago now… he'd incinerated those who meant her harm. Anything that attacked or threatened her would answer to him.

He would obey her, and only her. She was the object of his single greatest loyalty.

So why? Because she'd been there when he hatched?

But was she just there when he hatched… or had he hatched for her?

She kept thinking about what the Cosmos had told her; about what might have happened if she had never become connected to Godzilla in the way that she was now. So was that it? Destiny? Had this always been intended by… by what? Fate? What else could it be?

Suddenly, Miki felt it again; that same presence gently pressing against the back of her mind.

That very day, Godzilla had been fighting savagely, up until the bigger end, consumed with anger and fury. So how could the mind of that same creature feel so gentle, so warm and caring?

She might never know that, but the sensation of love flowing from the link into her mind, wiping away all concern and worry, told her all she needed to know.

Perhaps she never would know what sort of cosmic chance brought them together, or lent her the power that created the link, but there was something she did know:

Godzilla would protect her. He would always protect her, as long as there was a single breath left in his body.

He would destroy anything that threatened her. Tear down anything that kept them apart. Do whatever it took to keep her safe.

He would climb to the top of the smallest mountain for her. He would swim to the bottom of the darkest sea. He would willingly fight his way to hell and back for her.

If it would keep her safe, forever, he would fight to his last drop of blood against the gods themselves.

And always, always for her.

Miki curled up in her bed, a contented sigh escaping her as her eyes drifted shut, allowing herself to slip into the familiar warmth of sleep, always under the watchful, loving eye of her carer, her brother, her best friend, her son and everything in between…

Her Godzilla.

Never write down ideas for fanfics at 11pm. Otherwise you come up with overly emotional junk like this.

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All reviews welcome!