As requested by Kendall, a oneshot fic on the past of G-Force's resident highly-dangerous secret agent.
This fic does raise some issues that some people may not like. Doesn't show, discusses, but what's discussed here is why this story is rated M.
Godzilla is © Toho.
Kaiju Wars, if I get this right, is © Me.
AN UNCOMFORTABLE DISCUSSION
Miki skimmed another stone across the water in front of G-Force HQ, the resting Godzilla's orange eye turning lazily to follow it. She'd just been on the receiving end of a stern lecture from Osaki and Miyuki after some jackass in a music store had decided to try and grope her. After she told him to go away, he'd called her a frankly indescribable series of names. Now, his motorcycle was 'mysteriously' flattened inside a very large footprint.
Well, what was the point of having her own giant monster if she wasn't going to have some fun once in a while?
She looked up at the approaching figure behind her before throwing another stone across the water.
"I guess you're mad at me too?" She shrugged.
"It was rather childish," Akane nodded as she sat down next to her. "But he did deserve it."
This honestly took Miki by surprise.
"Never seen that side of you before," She commented. "What gives?"
"Some people need to be put in their place," Akane shrugged. "In my honest opinion, it wouldn't have hurt if you'd done more to the guy."
"Akira's an ass," Miki replied simply, "I get a lot of crap from him."
"Want me to do anything about it?" Akane offered. Another surprise, as evidenced by Miki's expression. "Just offering."
"…Are you feeling OK?" Miki checked.
Akane just nodded and looked over to Godzilla.
"You really shouldn't have brought him out in the open, though," She said, changing the subject, "Even if it was near the bay. Just be glad there weren't many witnesses and we explained it all to the Colonel… who, by the way, is spitting fire himself at the minute."
"You really don't like Godzilla, do you?" Miki asked.
Akane nodded.
"So why work with G-Force? Or did you just get assigned here?"
"I volunteered," Akane admitted, "I suppose I felt responsible after the incident with the Red Bamboo."
"Can I ask you something?" Miki asked, receiving another nod as confirmation.
"How'd you get to be a secret agent?" Miki inquired curiously.
"Ironic," Akane sighed, "Considering what we were just talking about." Noting Miki's confused glance, she elaborated: "I might as well tell you…"
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18 years ago
"Congratulations, kiddo," The 35-year-old man with dark-brown hair smiled down at the little girl walking alongside him. His daughter, 7 years old, had her similarly-coloured hair tied in pigtails and was holding a basketball.
"Didja see me, daddy?" The girl asked excitedly.
"Sure did, kid," The man smiled as he picked the little girl up for a piggy-back ride. "Wait 'till we tell your mom!"
"D'you think I could play basketball when I grow up?" The child asked innocently.
"Akane," Her father replied proudly, "Try hard enough, and you can do anything you want…"
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"My father was in the army," Akane explained. "I suppose the apple didn't fall that far from the tree."
"So you became an agent because of your dad?"
"Not exactly…" Akane replied, as if steeling herself up. "I told myself that for a long time, but… the real cause for it was a long time later."
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9 years ago
"Dammit…" a gorgeous, 17-year-old girl in a pink top and denim shorts muttered as she picked up the books she'd just dropped, late enough to class as it was. Finally, she grabbed them all, except…
The physics textbook was suddenly handed to her, and she looked up to see a boy just slightly older than her, gelled black hair framing his face.
"Hi," he smiled as he handed the book to the surprised girl.
"Thanks," Akane smiled, "Sorry."
"For what?" The boy chuckled, "You new here?"
"Yeah," Akane smiled, "I'm Akane."
"Goro," The boy introduced himself, "You heading to old man Tanaka's class?"
"Yeah," Akane nodded.
"Same here," Goro smiled back, "C'mon, I'll show you where it is."
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"It seems stupid now, but that was my first crush," Akane explained, "Goro was everything I was looking for back then: Cute, charming, kind… at least I thought so."
"So what happened?" Miki quizzed curiously.
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9 years ago
Akane shifted comfortably on the bed, Goro lying on top of her, their hands gliding softly over each others' bodies as they kissed softly… until Akane checked her watch.
"Crud," Akane gasped as she stood up, "Sorry, babe, gotta go. I've got a massive geometry test tomorrow, and I'm so not ready…"
She stopped abruptly, something uncertain causing a swell of fear in her as Goro caught her wrist.
"Wait…" He insisted, "Akane, I… I really want to…"
"Good things come to those who wait," Akane winked, "Soon, honey. I promise…"
Before she could react, however, Goro had suddenly pulled her onto the bed.
"C'mon, Goro, seriously," She snapped, somehow knowing without knowing what danger she was in.
"I want to…" Goro breathed into her ear as he positioned himself on top of her, his hand moving down her body.
"Let me go!" Akane shouted, truthfully more afraid than she was angry.
"Shh…" Goro whispered as he trapped her beneath his lust-filled body.
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"You mean…" Miki stammered, curiosity replaced with shock.
"He raped me," Akane answered distantly, her eyes glossing over in the first real show of emotion, however small, Miki had ever seen in her.
"God…" Miki whispered, "I'm so sorry…"
"It's OK," Akane insisted, "But it wasn't back then."
"I know," Miki answered, "I know what it's like…"
Akane sighed sadly, putting an arm round the younger girl.
"I read your file," She said softly. "About…" She stopped, hesitant to finish the sentence.
"About what my Dad did to me when I was a kid," Miki finished for her.
"Then you know what it's like," Akane continued, "Having someone climb inside you that you don't want there… how much you hate the person who did it to you…" She paused, "I can stop if you want, Miki…"
"It's alright," Miki replied. So she continued.
"In a selfish moment, he stole my life from me… so I wanted to take his from him."
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9 years ago
It was time.
Akane had spent night after gruelling night in the gym, on weights, punching bags and gymnastic equipment.
Night after night, she'd justified it to herself.
Now, as she waited outside Goro's home, her hands taped over to hide her fingerprints and the wire tight between her hands, she was ready.
She was going to kill her attacker. She didn't care what happened to her afterwards. All she cared about was making him pay.
Then, suddenly, she shot back, hiding herself in the bushes as the police car came to a stop in front of the house, and a stern-faced, tall police officer stepped out, walking up to the door.
"Mrs. Ibuki…" Akane didn't hear much of what he said after that… but she could make out the words 'your son' and 'traffic accident'."
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"I never got my chance," Akane confessed guiltily. "I didn't feel vindicated, or satisfied… in fact, I was angry. I felt like a loaded gun, but now I didn't have a target. So I joined the army. A few years later, I impressed the top brass enough to be assigned to special ops."
Miki looked up with new founding understanding at G-Force's most recent member.
"I'm sorry," Miki repeated honestly, noticing suddenly how cold the night seemed to have become.
"So am I," Akane replied, "For what your father did to you, for not reporting what happened to me… for a lot of things, I suppose."
The two of them sat silently for a few seconds, the only sound being the lapping of the waves and the dozing Godzilla's snoring breaths.
"I'd better go in," Akane finally said as she stood up, walking quickly away, "I've got a report to fill out on the incident with Manda." She paused in mid-step, turning around. "And… than you, Miki. For listening."
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The morning sun shone brilliantly down onto the small natural bay, Godzilla lazily swimming around to catch a mouthful of fish as Akane, clad in jogging shorts and a sports bra, stepped out onto the paved area in front of the now-disused barracks, just about to start her usual morning run.
That was when she noticed the bottomless net fixed onto one of the walls, the shape of a basketball court drawn in chalk in front of her, and Miki smiling and dribbling a basketball.
"Thought you might like a game," Miki smiled warmly.
Akane looked back from the hoop to Miki, and couldn't help but smile.
"You don't stand a chance," the agent smirked.
"Prove it," Miki beamed, passing the ball.
"Don't blink," Akane smiled as she dribbled the basketball, both of them sharing a laugh before beginning the game.
Wow, that was a pretty long one. Four whole pages which may as well not have featured Godzilla at all. Well I'll be damned.
Inspired by a story in a Spider-Man comic that I figured fit Akane, as I wanted to give her something unpleasant in her past that didn't involve Godzilla (due to Godzilla not being around back then). A little revelation about both her and Miki, proving that I'm not going entirely easy on this incarnation of our resident telepath. Miki's experiences in particular will come up later in Kaiju Wars. Hope that was acceptable for your request, Kendall!
All reviews welcome!