"I don't believe this!" Mrs. Miyagi shouts as she drops a bowl of ramen in front of her daughter. "Not only did you find a decent man to give me grandchildren, but you also chickened out after one kiss?"

"Mom!" Kimiko whines in a half whisper as she uses one of her hands in an attempt to hide her face. "You have customers," and glances at the few people in the diner who are staring.

"So? If they don't want to listen then they can leave. But we are talking about his!"

"There's nothing to talk about. It just happened and he didn't say anything."

"That was over a week ago! And you didn't give him time to say anything!" her mother takes a deep breath. "By now, he would have something to say. Do not wait too long otherwise, it may not be very good."

Kimiko places her head in her hands. "That's what I'm afraid of."

"Which is scarier?" one of the customers asked. "Knowing he doesn't like you, you never knowing that he does?"

Mrs. Miyagi gives her daughter a smug grin and gestures to the customer. "They get it. You get a free desert."

.oOo.

Kimiko now walks down the crowded streets. She knows that her mother is right and that it is best to talk to Goji. But the thought still scares her. That is when she decided that the next time she sees him, they will talk. Whether he wants to or not. Just, maybe not today.

"And there he is," she mumbles to herself as she spots his familiar figure. "Hey! Goji!" the agent calls out and for a moment he stops, but soon continues walking through the crowd.

Kimiko raises a brow at this and follows him. She soon sees him rounding a corner down a back alley. However, when the agent walks down that same alley, he is nowhere in sight. Just then, she is startled by a voice.

"Why are you following me?"

Before she had a chance to react, Kimiko felt an invisible force holding her in place. She is lifted off the ground and is turned to face who at first glance appears to be Gojira. Beyond having the same face, there are many differences. Instead of grey hair, this guy has pure white, and his eyes are a fire-orangish in color. He wears a leather long coat much like Gojira, only it is a dark navy blue instead of black with matching boots and fingerless gloves and tearing through the jacket at the shoulders are these crystals. The man is also wearing a dark red shirt with a design that resembles that of a yellow eight-pointed star.

Kimiko's eyes widen in realization. "You're not Gojira!"

The man looks her up in down, as if he is studying her. "How do you know my little brother?"

"B-brother?"

"Never mind," he reaches out with a clawed hand. "I'll find out myself," as the tips of his claw touches Kimiko's head, she screams in intense pain as every image of her and Gojira rushes to the front of her mind. From their first meeting to the kiss. When the pain finally stops, the Gojira look-a-like removes his hand. "Interesting," hums as he raises the hand back up and small crystals start forming in a circle above his palm.

.oOo.

Moll and Lora are sitting in their personal meditation room. Down on their knees and hands together as if they are praying. The two Elias need all the quiet they can get while mentally reaching out across the world for any kaiju. They usually work well together. But lately?

Moll opens a single eye to glance at her sister.

"Moll?" Lora says, "You're not letting me in."

"I thought you wanted space?"

"I want a little independence, but this is our job."

Before anything else can be said the door flies open as Gojira walks in. "Did you find anything?"

The Shobijin sighs and Moll tells him, "No, Gojira. We have yet to detect another kaiju."

"Nor has there been any suspicious reports aside from the Simeons' escape," Lora adds before eyeing her sister. "It would be easier if we work together."

"Oh!?" Moll glares at the younger Elias. "Now you want to work together!? Well, how about—"

"Enough!" Mosura yells as she walks in. "Gojira! Wait in the hall! We'll talk then," she turns to her priestesses. "You're dismissed," with that the twins go to walk out of the room only for the guardian of peace to hold an arm out to stop Moll. "Not you! We need to have a little discussion."

Lora takes a worrying glance at her sister before leaving with Gojira. Their patron is rarely angered. It is a scary thought that she would be upset with one of them.

Moll looks up to her patron, "Lady Mosura, I'm—"

"I'm the one talking!" Mosura snaps at her. "I understand that you are hurt, Moll, but you need to understand that Lora wants to live her life her way."

The Elias starts tearing up. "But she's lying to me and she's drifting away."

"No! She just wants to live without you hovering over her shoulder every second. You are pushing her away."

"But I just don't understand why she won't tell me about what happened that night?"

Mosura steps up to the priestess and uses he sleeve to wipe away her tears. "There could be a variety of reasons, Moll. Lora just might get excitement out of having a secret of her own. Or she is scared about what others might think of her. Especially you," the guardian then hugs her. "She'll always need her sister. Just as you'll always need her. Lora will tell you. But only when she's ready. And when that happens, she'll need you to listen and not judge her. Do you understand, Moll?"

Moll nods as the two break away and she wipes the rest of her tears away before leaving the room.

Mosura then walks out to find Gojira waiting for her. "Gojira, do you know what this is about?"

"We haven't had any missions for a while," he shrugs. "Thought I just check in to see if there were any."

"You've been doing that for over a week," she calls him out. "It's not unnatural for one to become scared of their emotions. It's common for many living creatures."

Gojira growls, "I'm not scared!"

"Oh, really? Then where do you go every day when there isn't a mission?"

"Nowhere. I just drive as far as I can before deciding to come back."

"And I'm guessing with every drive, you end up further and further away," the silence is the only answer she needs. "You're debating as to whether or not to run away, Gojira," Mosura points out. "You keep doing that and one of these days you'll decide that you don't need to return. And how will that make you feel? How will that make the rest of us feel? How will Kimiko feel?" at that last question Gojira's growls deepened. "Go talk to her, Gojira. For your sake and hers."

"She obviously doesn't want to talk to me."

"What gives you that idea?"

"If she wanted to talk, I would have heard from her by now."

At that moment, Gojira's phone rang. He pulls it out and says, "It's Kimiko."

Mosura puts a hand on his shoulder, "I'll leave you alone," with that, she leaves.

The King of Kaiju takes a deep breath and sighs before answering. "Kimiko?"

"Hello, Brother," says a man's voice.

Gojira instinctively growls. "You!" he may not recognize the voice, but there's only one who dares call him that.

"Surprise to hear from me, little brother?"

"I'm no brother of yours! Where's Kimiko, Space Gojira?"

From the alley where SG and Kimiko were at, the Quartz clone turns to the human. "Don't worry. Your little pet is fine," he caresses her cheek. "For now. But if you want to ensure her safety come and meet with me and I don't want you to bring anyone else. Otherwise, the human will face the consequences."

A growl comes from the other end. "Where?"