OK, I've been dreaming this one up for a little while: A prank war between Miki and Kazama. Enjoy!
Godzilla is © Toho
PRANK WAR
This was it, Miki told herself, steeled up with cold determination.
A few weeks ago, she'd come across Kazama trying to teach Godzilla to do tricks. When he failed and she effortlessly made Godzilla role over, Kazama had retaliated by soaking her swimsuit in fish oil, causing Godzilla to eat it, leaving her naked in the sea.
Now, it was payback time. Vengeance would be swift, total, and all-consuming.
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Day One
Whistling a cheerful and content tune to himself, Kazama signed off on the chat site and switched off the laptop that sat on his desk before checking the time.
"Crud…" He winced, realising that he was supposed to have been in the lab to help Takuya with the experiment readouts twenty minutes ago.
Quickly, he rose from his seat and made for the door that sat ajar…
Before something rolled in at his feet and, before he could look down, burst open with a waft of thin vapour.
Kazama almost puked.
Never in his entire life had he smelled anything so foul. It was like a mix between crap, sweat, boiling cabbage, skunk spray, and that indescribable smell that he noticed whenever he passed someone's apartment and thought 'what the hell are they cooking?'. In seconds, his eyes were watering and he was forced back by the sheer wall of the stench blocking the doorway, coughing and gagging.
Worse yet, he couldn't get out of the room… because the wall of near-tangible stink was blocking the only exit from his quarters.
"Stink bomb," He snarled as he realised whose revenge this was, "That's low, kid."
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Day Two
"He was stuck in there for how long?" Chinatsu giggled.
"Two-and-a-half hours," Miki laughed as she turned on her computer, "That ought to teach him a lesson. Thanks for showing me how to make it, by the way."
"No prob. Might come in handy the next time you guys go monster-hunting." Chinatsu suddenly stopped smiling, "Um… your computer's kinda frozen up."
Miki looked down at the screen in sudden shock. She couldn't click anything, move the cursor, or make the machine respond to any keys. It had crashed completely.
In the centre of the screen, however, in small, red letters were the words:
'Prank War'.
"No way," Chinatsu burst out laughing, "You gotta get him back for this, you realise?"
"Chinatsu…" Miki answered calmly, "I think you should go home… because this place is about to be a warzone."
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Day Three
Kazama chuckled self-assuredly to himself as he set up his computer in Takuya's lab.
It had felt good to send Miki that virus… even if it did not only erase every single file on her compute, but also fuse her hard drive beyond repair.
Well, this was war. And in war, there are casualties.
As soon as the computer was on, however, the screen suddenly went black.
"Uh-oh…" Kazama gulped, now wh…"
The screen of the laptop suddenly jerked back, snapping off from the main machine as Kazama screamed at the silicon slaughter… before the keyboard suddenly shot forward and down to strike him in the crotch.
"You… little…" Kazama winced as he keeled over, cradling his groin as he turned to see Miki poking her tongue at him from behind the lab equipment. "No powers!" Kazama pointed accusingly, "That was the deal in the last prank war!"
"So was 'no digital warfare'," Miki smirked, "Give up yet?"
"Oh, you'll see…"
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Day Four
Miki shut the door into the shower behind her, turning around and relaxing as the hot water sprayed out over her body.
She'd been on edge all day, waiting for Kazama's retaliation. It wasn't just a prank war now… it was an all-out nuclear conflict in terms of humiliation. She'd raised the stakes by bringing her powers into it, and she knew it.
At least here, for a second, she could let her guard down…
She looked down and grabbed a bar of soap, before she realised that the water pouring onto her had suddenly turned bright red.
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Day Five
"Wow…" Osaki observed as he stared at Miki. The teen's blue T-Shirt and jeans were the only think on her that wasn't red… every inch of her skin and hair was a vivid scarlet.
"I… am going… to kill him…" Miki seethed.
"Relax," Miyuki chuckled, "The dye should fade in about two days."
"Two Days?" Miki screamed, "OK, that's it…"
"What's this all about, anyway?" Osaki asked.
"All you need to know is," Miki declared as she stormed out, "He's driven me to go for the big guns…"
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Day Six
"Done," Kazama beamed proudly as he finished waxing the side of the motorcycle, his pride and joy. It was a black-and-dark-blue Harley Davidson that he'd gotten on the cheap thanks to its poor condition, and through hours of work, restored to its former glory.
He turned around, opening the garage ready to put the bike back in out of the sun, considering that it looked as though it might rain later.
"24 hours," He checked his watch, "Don't tell me she'd given up already…"
He was suddenly cut off as he heard a massive, earth-shaking 'thud' from behind him, the ground trembling beneath his feet as he struggled to stay standing. Somewhere amidst the sound of the impact was the sound of grating, smashing metal…
Kazama turned round slowly, fearfully, to be faced with Godzilla's massive, three-clawed foot.
"No…" He whimpered, "You…"
Godzilla rumbled in boredom and confusion, not quite sure why Miki had asked that he smash the small metal insect.
"NO!!!" Kazama screamed, "You didn't…"
"That's what you get!" Miki shouted from behind him, popping out from behind a crate.
"Dude!" Kazama moped, "That's my bike… I spent hours on that damn thing…"
Suddenly, Godzilla's foot rose up... to reveal the bike with only a flattened front wheel.
"You spared it!" Kazama squeaked, pulling Miki into a tight hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
"Well," Miki admitted, "You are touchingly pathetic at times like this. But be warned: Next time, it's for real. That's what you get!"
"Hey," Kazama accused, "You started it!"
"No, I just rubbed it in when you couldn't make Goji do tricks," Miki replied, "You're the one who tricked him into eating my swimsuit!"
Kazama stood still and blinked for a moment.
"What are you talking about?" He checked.
"What?" Miki asked quizzically.
"I never did anything to your suit," Kazama insisted. "Besides, I was busy helping the doc all day that day."
"Well somebody did!" Miki replied, "And if it wasn't you…"
From behind another set of crates, somebody burst out laughing. And that someone was none other than…
Takuya?
"So worth it!" The scientist collapsed into a fit of laughter, "I knew it, Kazama! I knew that some day, I'd find a way to keep you from messing with my experiments… HA! Eat it!"
"You…" Kazama snarled.
"Little…" Miki scowled.
"Oh, this is rich!" Takuya continued to laugh like a schoolboy as he walked away, touching his sides, "I taped the whole thing too… the internet must know of this!"
As he departed, Kazama and Miki turned towards each other with truly wicked grins: Miki holding up a smoke bomb, Kazama a can of red dye.
"Truce?"
"Truce."
Just because I was bored, and I had the KW writing monkey on my back. I forget who requested this, but hopefully it'll tide my readers over until the Christmas oneshot I'm planning. Anybody see that ending coming? Plus, I just realised this collection now has as many chapters as an actual Kaiju Wars episode.
All Reviews Welcome!