Kaiju Fighters Ch. 45
Lora follows her sister out of the infirmary at the Base. It has always been a habit of hers to follow Moll wherever they go. A habit she has wished to break for some time now. The younger Elias nearly bumps into the older one as Moll stopped in front of her. Lora suddenly finds herself embraced by her sister.
Moll tells her, "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm just used to it always being us and because of that I've never let you be you," the two break apart and Moll takes her sister's hands. "You can tell me anything. No matter what, right?" the younger twin goes to open her mouth only to be interrupted by the older one. "But only when you're ready."
"Thank you, Moll," Lora smiles at her. "That's all I ever wanted."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"I would like to go shopping myself. But that will have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I want to have dinner with my sister," Lora hugs her.
"I would like that," Moll tells her. "How about you head on to the kitchen and pick what we have? I'll catch up with you later. I need to help Mosura file the reports."
"Are you sure?" with a nod, Lora leaves her sister be.
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In the R 'n R, Baragon opens the fridge, moves a couple things around to get to Anguirus' not so secret stash, and reaches for a beer. The Earth Dragon hesitates and grabs a soda instead. When he closes the door, the kaiju gets startled by Moll standing right there.
"Moll?"
"I know about New Year's," she tells him.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he goes to take a swig only to find his hand stopped by an invisible force.
"Don't give me that!" Moll glares as she takes the bottle with her hand and sits it on the nearby counter before releasing Baragon. "I saw the security footage of the two of you entering a hotel room in a drunken stupor!"
"I swear I—"
"I'm not going to tell Lora," she sighs. "She needs to tell me herself. But know this," at that moment, Baragon shrinks under her gaze. He never thought that an Elias could appear so big. "If you do anything, anything to harm my sister, I will pick at your brain and make you believe you're a five-year-old girl."
"You can do that?" he squeaks.
"I'm sure Amy would appreciate a play mate for teatime," with that, Moll leaves the room.
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"This is probably the hardest mission I've received," Gojira admits.
"You've faced a lot of combatants, Goji," Kimiko fears for him. "But even I'm unsure of this."
"What do you think my chances are?"
"They are slim. But as long as you avoid one thing you'll be fine."
"And a that would be?"
Kimiko slams her head on the counter, "Ugh! The topic of grandchildren."
The two are sitting at the counter of Mrs. Miyagi's diner.
"Why are my palms sweaty?" Gojira asks while removing one of his gloves. "Is this some sort of human illness?"
"You're just nervous, Goji," Kimiko clutches his hand.
"Why? It's not like I've never met your mother before."
"Yes, but this time we are a couple. Up until now it was just wishful thinking on her part."
Mrs. Miyagi walks out from the back with a try to pass out some drinks. She noticed the two, "Kimiko? Gojira?" she hands the entire tray to one of the customers, "This goes to table three," and walks over to them. "Nice seeing you two again," when she gets to them, woman eyes that the two are holding hands and not once did they flinch away from each other. "Is this happening?" Mrs. Miyagi leans over to them.
"Yes, Mom," Kimiko nods and braces for impact. "Goji is officially my boyfriend now," with that the agent and kaiju both find themselves pulled into a hug.
"My daughter finally has a boyfriend!" the older woman squeals. "My daughter has a boyfriend!" she shouts to her customers. "I'm finally going to get grandchildren!"
Kimiko's face reddens as she whines, "MOM!"
"Free desert for everyone!" the woman declares, and the entire diner erupts in cheer. The woman quickly snatches up a couple bowls meant for someone else and places them in front of the couple. "Here you go. You get to eat here for free, Gojira. And I expect you to actually eat!"
Gojira can feel the sweat falling from his brow. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Please, call me mom," with that the woman leaves for the kitchen and Kimiko finds her head meeting the counter again.
"Must she be so embarrassing?" she asks no one in particular.
Gojira shrugs. "I thought it was normal for humans," he picks up the eating utensil. "You're an odd bunch."
That gets a laugh out of the agent. "You're one to talk!" she prepares to dig in as well. Then, her phone goes off. "Special Agent Miyagi, here," Kimiko answers. "Yes?" she stands to walk out of the diner and Gojira follows her out. "Uh-hu… Yeah… I understand," and she hangs up.
"Kimiko?" the kaiju places a hand on her shoulder.
"That was my superior. The Agency is sending a representative to investigate,"
"Investigate what?"
She turns to him, "Us!"
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In the dark of night, an old man carries two bags of ice up to his apartment. He sets both bags down as he struggles to find the key. Once he finally has the door unlocked he picks up the bags and realizes that he only has one. The man could have sworn he picked up two. The old age must finally be getting to him.
The Void Invader levitates the bag of ice to a park bench and then sits on it.
A portal opens before him and out walks a tall man with golden draconic wings horns, and a two-pronged tail. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Ghidorah chuckles. "Beaten by a human, Space?"
SG grunts, "How was I supposed to know that humans have such a vulnerable spot?" he glances at the golden terror as he sits next to him. "Word is that you're building an army?"
"More of a Kingdom, or an empire. Empire sounds better."
"An empire would not make sense as you are King Ghidorah," the crystal kaiju points out. "You're not asking me to join, are you?"
The King of terror thinks for a moment. "Perhaps. We need to group up against our common enemies. I could use an advisor," he offers a hand to SG. "What do you say, SpaceGojira?"
Thinking for a moment, the clone looks up and sees a constellation that he could have sworn it looked like his father. That sent nothing but resentment through him. "I rather not have a name that reminds me I'm only a copy."
"Then what name would you prefer?"
Not once did the clone's eyes wander from the cluster of stars. "Seiza," he takes the offered hand.
End