October 31st, 9:10 PM, Tokyo Bay, 1954

He had been swimming for at least an hour. His tremendous bulk was offered no resistance as he pushed through the water, his great tail pushing him forward through the depths. Fish, whales, and even sharks cleared a path for him. The humans had destroyed his newest habitat, and while his wounds healed in no time at all, he was frustrated. Humanity had cost him one home before with that blinding light, now they cost him another one. He followed the vessels' trail back to this location, but they had a head start and he lost them. Not that it mattered, however. Just then, his glowing eyes looked upward and saw the unmistakable shape of a vessel. With a muffled grunt, he pushed towards the surface.


The Tachibana-Maru sailed quietly and gently across the placid waters of the Pacific as she headed for Tokyo Bay. On board, the party members danced, ate, and drank to their hearts' content while smooth jazz played in the night sky. Tonight, the air was cool and brisk, but not too freezing. Just chilly enough to dress warmly, but not overly oppressing that they couldn't enjoy some cold and refreshing beer and sake. Besides, they had all seen the news, for all they knew, Godzilla was dead. For one couple on board, newlyweds Kawasaki Ichigo and Jun, it was like a dream. They had been married just last week, despite the tragedies on the seas as well as Oto Island, their romance was something out of a shoujo manga. Jun looked upon his wife, noting how the moon reflected off her glossy, black hair. The two looked over the deck of the ship, watching the moonlight glinting on the glass-like surface of the Sea of Japan.

"Isn't it like you imagined it, honey?" he asked her lovingly.

"More than that." Ichigo replied in pure bliss.

The two stared into each other for a long time, taking each others' face. Just then, Ichigo noticed something from the corner of her eye.

"What's that?" she asked. "Some kind of reef?"

Jun followed her eyes to see a three rows of what looked like bleached coral shaped roughly like maple leaves floating a good few yards away. However, what started as a romantic night, turned into a night of horror as it turned out those rows of "coral" were actually dorsal plates and the head of their owner emerged from beneath and began scanning its surroundings with fiery orange eyes.

"It's... IT'S GODZILLA!" someone cried out.

And then, the screaming started.

The passengers of the boat ran around while the captain called for calm all the while his eyes were plastered on the gigantic reptilian beast whose gaze had fallen upon the boat. Godzilla let out a snort, sending mist into the air before dipping back underwater, his tail rising up to the surface before slapping back down, sending up waves which rocked the Tachibana-Maru.

At that point, the worst fears of the Japanese public were made real: Godzilla had come to Tokyo.


November 1st, 10:08 AM National Diet Building, 1954

Yamane sighed as he walked towards the Diet, taking note of the masses of concerned citizens. With Godzilla now taking up residence in the bay, he had been summoned by the higher-ups for advice. He ignored the masses of people and strode into the crisis room where MSA Commandant Iido Sato and Vice-Commandant Kensuke Ito were waiting for him.

"Professor," Sato greeted, offering him a seat. "Glad you can make it. I'm sure you're aware of the situation in the bay."

"That I am."

"Well, the crew and passengers of the Tachibana-Maru were fortunate that Godzilla wasn't interested in destroying them unlike the other maritime encounters. But it still doesn't change the fact he has now made his way into commercial waters. So, I'll just be blunt," Sato told him. "How do we kill him?"

Yamane sighed. They still wanted to kill Godzilla. He took a deep breath and twiddled his thumbs.

"Let me put this as best I can," he told them. "We are dealing with a certain type of animal which managed to survive several extinction events, the H-Bombs, and, most recently, depth charges. Even if I did condone a plan to kill Godzilla, which I do not, nor will I ever, it would require a miracle at this point; a weapon that we don't have or may not even exist."

"Then what do you suggest?" Ito asked.

"I suggest our top priority is to study him," Yamane answered. "To learn about him, and understand his biology and capacity for survival."


News of Yamane's decision was the new talking point around Japan, splitting it down the middle. Some saw the professor as having a point; that Godzilla should be studied and that they shouldn't live in fear of him. Others saw Yamane as a senile old man who was blind to the damage the beast had already caused. Either way, it was not a topic with an exact answer, and if it was, it was a hard pill to swallow. However, that wasn't the only thing reporters wanted a slice of...


November 1st, 10:10 AM, Serizawa's residence, 1954

Hagiwara had been assigned by the NJN to interview Dr. Serizawa Daisuke. However, he had recently been turned down by his maid, Okimi.

"I'm sorry, but, Dr. Serizawa is very busy right now," she had told him. "He doesn't have time for an interview. You'll have to come back later. Thank you and good day."

Before he could even get a word in, she had closed the door on him. He decided that, he would get someone else to come with him. The person in question was Emiko who was more than happy to join him and meet up with her childhood friend.

"As flattered as I am asking me to join you, Mr. Hagiwara," she told him as they walked up the stairs to his mansion. "But, there's a chance that Daisuke may not want to see me."

Hagiwara shrugged. "I'm sure he'll be more than happy to see a familiar face visit him, Ms. Emiko."

Emiko flashed him a sheepish smile. "Well, here's to hoping."

The two reached the foot of the doors, with Emiko ringing the bell.

Just then, there was the sound of someone moving to the doors. The person greeting the two was not Okimi, but rather Serizawa himself.

"Can I help you?" he asked. He then took notice of Emiko and gave her a welcoming smile.

"Hello, Daisuke," she told him.

"Emiko," he sounded surprised. "I didn't, you-, hi!"

Emiko chuckled softly as the otherwise dignified scientist stammered. Hagiwara cleared his throat.

"Dr. Serizawa?" he bowed, "Hagiwara Inari, New Japan News. I tried to get an interview with you earlier this morning but your maid told me you were busy."

"Well, I'm open now." he told them and let them through the threshold, allowing both to remove their shoes and enter. He directed them to a circular sofa and had them sit down.

"Interview away." he announced.

Hagiwara cleared his throat sharply. "I've heard you've made a miraculous discovery, correct?"

Serizawa nodded. "Yes, that is true."

"Something that can be used for... weapons?" Hagiwara asked.

Serizawa's lone eye narrowed but he composed himself.

"You must be mistaken," he told the reporter. "My research consists of bettering humankind. After my time in the war, I swore that I would dedicate my studies looking for ways to promote peace, not conflict."

"It's interesting you said that," Hagiwara told him. "Because I was informed by a correspondent in Switzerland that a German scientist told him you may have found a breakthrough that, upon its completion, could be used to kill Godzilla."

"I don't know of any German scientists." Serizawa told him, no infliction in his voice.

"I see," Hagiwara nodded.

"Mr. Hagiwara," Serizawa told him. "If I may, I would like to borrow Ms. Emiko to discuss something with her in my private studies."

Hagiwara rose an eyebrow.

"What would that be?" he asked.

"Oh, some casual things," Serizawa replied. "Mostly catching up on lost time. She is my friend since childhood after all."

"Of course," Hagiwara replied. "Certainly."

Emiko nodded and got up out of her seat to follow Serizawa.

"Oh, Mr. Hagiwara," Serizawa told him. "You can wait in the kitchen and have a bowl of zenzai Okimi made for dessert last night . Okimi will show you where the container is."

Okimi nodded and gestured the reporter to follow him. Meanwhile, Serizawa had led Emiko to the basement where his laboratory lay.

"So, what do you want to catch up on, Daisuke?" she asked. "I mean the last time I saw you was when the Kamome was headed off to Oto Island and... and..."

She noticed Serizawa wasn't saying a word and seemed deadly serious. He then pulled out a key and unlocked the doors to the lab.

"You didn't bring me down here to catch up on lost time," she murmured, slowly figuring it out. "Did you?"

"I want to show you something, Emiko." Serizawa told her. "I brought you down here because I trust you the most with my secret. You have to promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"You won't tell anyone; not the press, not your friends, not even your father," he told her. "Do you understand? If the world finds out what I am doing, it will be disastrous for all of humankind, even worse than Godzilla. Now, promise me, you won't tell."

Emiko bit her lip but nodded. This elicited a small smile from Serizawa. "Good."

He then opened the door and allowed her in. She was hit with a sharp, medicinal scent that reminded her of a hospital. Inside were several aquariums filled with exotic tropical fish. She looked at one that was filled to the brim with Moorish Idols, Damselfish, Royal Grammas, and a Pufferfish.

"Wow," Emiko said in a sarcastic tone. "Fish. You know, Daisuke, they've already been discovered."

Serizawa was currently pulling something out of a cupboard. It was a small box which he opened. "It's not the fish I want to show you."

He pulled out one of the items within the box; a metal ball no bigger than a marble with what looked like holes on either side of it. He walked over the the aquarium and dropped the ball into the water. Emiko watched the sphere hit the bottom and looked at it curiously.

"I'd advise you to step back." Serizawa told her as he walked over to a lever.

Emiko did just that and Serizawa flipped the switch and walked next to her. What happened next made Emiko's eyes widen and she let out a shriek and dug her face into Serizawa's shoulder.


Hagiwara let out a small belch as he pat his belly now full of sweet red bean soup.

"I gotta tell you, Okimi." he said to the maid. "You make one hell of a zenzai!"

"Thank you, dear," she told him with a motherly smile. "It's just a family recipe. Would you care for another bowl?"

"No thanks," Hagiwara declined. "I've gotta save some room for lunch after all."

Just then, he saw Serizawa and Emiko walking up the stairs.

"Are you ready to go, Emiko?" Hagiwara asked.

Emiko bit her lip but nodded.

"Thank you for allowing us in your home, Doctor." Hagiwara bowed.

"You're quite welcome."

With that, the two left the house. Hagiwara took the time to talk to Emiko.

"So, what did you and Serizawa talk about?" he asked.

"Oh, you know," Emiko replied. "Just catching up on old times. How his day is going. Just, just what you'd expect."

Hagiwara couldn't help but notice that she was shaking slightly, like a tree in the breeze.