Another request from Kendell, which is hereby posted in honour of the fact that, 53 years ago yesterday, the original Gojira was released in Japan. I'd have done this on the day, but I just didn't have the time. A little something from the Kaiju Wars version of Godzilla's point of view.

Godzilla is © Toho.

STRANGE LITTLE CREATURES

The enormous shape drifted atop the water, a muscular tail rolling in the waves behind four well-developed limbs, a lean and muscular body covered in charcoal grey scales and framed with jagged spikes lying idly as the reptilian head dozed in the sun as Godzilla was so fond of doing. It seemed almost too big to be real: 180 feet from head to toe, 270 feet to the tip of its tail, and 90 feet wide at the hips.

Having spent most of the morning chasing fish and gnawing on his favoured chew toy (an old, mangled chopper), and he was now simply sunning himself, tolerating the presence of a few seagulls as they plucked a number of sea lice from the folds of his scales.

The only thing keeping him from complete relaxation was the irritation he was sensing from Miki as she sat perched on the edge of one of those wooden structures that extended a small way into the water… 'piers', he believed they were called.

Apparently, one of the other humans had been doing something she disagreed with, though it evidently wasn't a threat; if it was, he would have sensed so and either incinerated it or beaten it to a mushy pulp by now.

Why were these humans always trying to come up with other ways of fixing problems when his way was so much quicker and simpler? Smashing the problem worked every time. If it didn't work, that just meant it needed to be smashed harder.

So which one had annoyed her? Probably the one with the red, spiky head. He seemed to annoy her, and the other humans, from time to time. He wasn't a threat, though.

The fact was, Godzilla didn't even know what those other humans were called. He knew which one was which, but not their names; the 'language' through which the link allowed Godzilla and Miki to communicate was different to the way humans talked to each other, based on sensation and emotions instead of constructs of sound.

There were six of them, he recalled, and an additional seventh and eighth that would be there from time to time.

A pack, it would seem, on which he was on the edges by grace of his connection with Miki.

First was Miki, obviously, and it was because of her that Godzilla was there. For Miki was his kin, and so long as he could help it (and he could help a lot of things), he would allow no harm to come to her. His first, greatest and only loyalty was to her. Anything that threatened her would answer to him.

Then there was the flame-headed one, whom Miki seemed to regard with humour and occasional irritation, as was the case right now. It seemed she found him funny, with the way he seemed to make everything funny to her, even monsters. How strange.

Next was the male, the eldest male normally there unless Godzilla was mistaken. Again, he wasn't sure of this one's name, but he seemed to be the leader of this pack; their alpha male. Were Godzilla a part of this pack, he suspected that position would be his, but he bore no ill will towards this human. He seemed to be able to lead them well in a crisis, and they listened to him. Miki, he could tell, looked up to this one. Perhaps this one was Miki's parent?

Along with this one was a female of roughly the same age, who if anyone seemed to fit the role of a mother towards Miki. She had been there longest of the females in this pack other than Miki, so it was probably safe to assume that she was the male's mate. She was often around Godzilla, inspected him in order to, as he understood from Miki, learn about him. Perhaps because he was different to, and much bigger than, them? In any case, if this female and the other male seemed to care for Miki as parents would, then maybe the others were her siblings?

There was one more male, one who was around him just as often, although from his scent it seemed that this human was at least a bit scared of him. This one seemed to annoy and amuse Miki as well, though in different ways it seemed. Miki didn't seem to like how much this human insisted on trying to learn about him. Why was that? He wasn't threatening. She said… thought, rather… something about Godzilla 'not being a lab rat' once. What was a lab rat? Was it anything like a normal rat? So strange, these creatures.

The last one to be there all the time was another female, one who seemed to command both respect and irritation from Miki, definitely more irritation than the others. This one disliked him, Godzilla could tell. Thought he was a threat. Stupid human, as if he would ever hurt Miki. Were she not one of Miki's pack, Godzilla might well have incinerated her some time ago. But she was strong, this human, probably the strongest out of this pack.

Then there were the two who visited occasionally.

One, he could tell, was not part of this pack, but one that Miki had known for a long time, a female. She would sometimes come and visit Miki, sometimes the other way round. Miki didn't seem to regard this one as a member of her pack, and as they were both females he could assume this was not her mate, but then again packs of humans would often seem to interact, seeming to share a common territory.

The other, a male, had been there when Godzilla had hatched. Godzilla didn't like him, largely because this human had a tendency to come alongside those annoying little metal things that so constantly persisted in attacking him, ever since he had been born.

Those metal things had humans inside them, he had realised some time ago. Did that mean they ate the humans? Swallowed them whole? Or did humans use them as they would ride animals?

Why did they attack him so constantly, anyway? He never showed any aggression towards their kind, unless they did something to provoke him- usually those very unprovoked attacks.

There was another human normally there was well, and this one, he knew, Miki had a great hatred for. This human should pray that he never found himself in a position to face Godzilla.

In fact, it seemed their was a second one that she really disliked, one who was arrogant and brash, as if that unusual shared territory belonged only to him. Maybe he ought to roast that one, too.

Such humans as that did not concern him, though, as long as they were not a threat to Miki. He cared no more for their acceptance than they would for the kinship of the gulls currently roosted between his spikes. But Miki accepted him. She always had, just as he cared for her, and that was what mattered to him.

They were such odd little creatures, though. The way they all seemed to share territories peacefully, yet also would argue amongst themselves over the most trivial of things. And there were all those little things they kept doing, like the brushing of their teeth and the complicated ways in which they prepared their food.

With a bemused rumble, Godzilla turned over in the water, doubtful that he'd ever understand those strange little creatures.

One million points to any sharp-eyed readers who can name ALL TEN characters Godzilla contemplates in this oneshot.

And there we have it: Godzilla's thoughts on the humans of my stories. At least it's more light-hearted than Story no. 5 was, right?

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