DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the kaiju mentioned in this story.
"What the bleep?" Yamato exclaimed.
"Hm?" Achilles raised an eyebrow.
"Self inflicted profanity filter. I was going to say hell, but then I remembered that Ryo only watches G-rated movies ..." Yamato teased.
"For your information, I saw Inception 2
when I was nine, and that was rated PG-13!" Ryo socked Yamato in the gut.
"Enough clowning around," Achilles broke in. "Time to sleep. Tomorrow you meet your kaiju partners!"
"I hope I at least get a girl ..." Sakura murmured. "Someone who understands boys better than me." Her eyes lit up. "Hey, is mine Rodan?"
"Unfortunately for you, no," Achilles answered.
The next morning, Ryo woke up to find Sakura's head resting in the crook of his arm. There was only one king-size bed and Yamato had volunteered to crash on the floor on a pile of blankets - for the sake of, as he added, letting the 'lovebirds' share a bed as 'practice for when they married'. Ryo wondered if his brother's ribs had stopped hurting yet from the pillows and punches thrown from both sides. Reddening, he gently eased his arm away, then rose in time to see the sun rise over Monster Island, dotting the lake with orange, red, crimson and ochre. The 'dawning', as Kazu had once called sunrise, was followed by Rodan, flying over the lake and perching back in her nest, a gigantic tree near the mouth of the cave.
"Come on, wake up, wake up! It's scrambled fish eggs and hashbrowns for breakfast, and I'll get some miso soup if I can find some!" Achilles roared, banging something loudly outside the bedroom. This awoke Sakura easily enough, while Yamato snored away. Ryo reached for his pillow. Yamato's ribcage would never be the same.
Ten minutes later
"Thanks for the bruises. I bet I can give up all chances of joining the school swim team next year." Yamato glared at his brother, who was helping himself to the hashbrowns and stuffed tomatoes. (Strangely enough, Achilles and Rodan were the only ones eating the scrambled fish eggs.)
Once all five had finished breakfast, Achilles stood up, leading the others outside. "Rodan, mind giving us a lift?"
"She refuses to bear your weight," Rodan informed Achilles, "but agrees to give a lift to the others."
"Fine, I'll take the cool way," Achilles smirked. He put his fingers to his lips and whistled a tune.
"Is that Summer of '69
?" Yamato muttered incredulously.
"Shut up," Achilles said, removing his fingers. A huge turtle leapt out of the air and Achilles leapt onto its shell, pulling on his mask/inhaler as he did. The turtle, hitting the lake, swam towards the centre, to the bottom of the island. "COWABUNGA, DUDE
"He's such a showoff," Sakura muttered.
"She is ready to leave." Rodan lowered her wings, and the teens climbed up. As soon as they were in place, she took off, swooping down, gliding gently with her wings motionless. As they neared the lake surface, she warned, "Hold on tight," and swooped sharply, narrowly missing a couple of surfacing turtles. As they neared the centre, a wide green-tinted tube came into view. "Hold your breath!" Rodan dove and fly/swam to the bottom of the tube, then glided smoothly up, her wingtips nearly grazing the tube's glass. The tube reached up through the core of the rock, and that was where Rodan was speeding to.
They shot out of the tube at lower speeds, landing on a steel floor. Ryo looked around. The inside of the floating rock had been carved into a wide, expansive room with fluoroscent lighting panels on the top. It appeared to be a lab of sorts. Achilles was by a circular steel door.
"Welcome to the Lab Rynthe. You know, lab, labyrinth ... whatever. And the lake is called Lake Tenmei and the floating rock is called Fudo Iwa. Now come on, you need to meet your partners!" He gestured for Sakura to get in. "Ladies first."
Sakura stepped in and the air rippled. She vanished.
"What'dya do to her?" demanded Ryo, but Achilles simply smirked. "It's my own design. A teleportation door. I applied for a patent last year and they told me to go fly a kite," explained the latter. "Get in, go on." He almost pushed Yamato in, and Ryo stepped in before the man could push him too.
"... Meh." Achilles grabbed the mask before heading into the teleporter ...
Ryo stepped onto the beach. The fishy scent of the ocean assaulted his sinuses. He didn't recognize the rocky outcrop they stood on - it was unfamiliar in its bleakness. Achilles appeared besides him. "Ssh. Wait for it," he whispered to the teens, as if he was saying something that made sense.
So they waited. For thirty seconds. A minute. A minute and forty-five. Two minutes.
A disturbance seemed to spread out from the ocean. Fish swam away from the epicentre of the circular anomaly. Something had seriously spooked those salmon ...
The massive, blue-grey head was the first part of the kaiju to surface. The four-metre-long, lizardlike face had a certain bestial grace, with two rows of brutal spikes arising from the neck with artistic symmetry, marching down past the thick neck with a large skin-flap, down over the horizontal spine with the outline of ribs prominent over the abdomen and on the side, and finally, down the tail, a twenty-metre-long structure, tapering down to a narrow, sharp and erect tip, like the nose of a drill.
"Suzuka Yamato, BakuSenshi. Meet your partner, Zilla, the one born from the sea, he of the Great Tail.
" Achilles was speaking formally again, through his mask. Then, pulling it down, he added cheekily, "Also called GINO."
Zilla snarled, apparently in mock anger. "Shut up, yo. I'm not the one named after someone who died 'cause of a boo-boo in his heel, yo." The iguana-like kaiju's voice was raspy, low and seemed as if Zilla had gargled the words before speaking.
," Achilles mimicked, before continuing with his mask pulled back on. "Sakura, you must be up next. Ah, here she is now.
A low humming sound was heard, melodious and rising gradually. Sakura spun around, searching for the origin of the voice. A titanic moth with glowing blue eyes was flying, about 15m high. The blue irises were ringed by white, lightly hairy scales, which blended into the black body. White rings were placed on the lower abdomen and the beating, yellow wings, seemed to produce light, glittery yellow dust which blew back with the wind.
"Motomiya Sakura, BakuSenshi. Meet your partner, Mothra, the one who glides, she who commands the winds.
" This time, Achilles made no attempt to needle Mothra.
Mothra landed, and for the first time, long tube-like feet unfolded from the side of her body. "My destined partner. At last, we meet. What is your name?"
"Um, Sakura," Sakura replied. "You're Mothra, right?"
"Indeed, that is my name."
Meanwhile, Yamato was attempting to scratch Zilla's tail, while the reptilian repeatedly tried to move his tail but stopped for fear of hurting Yamato. "Oh come on, that tickles, yo!"
"Yeah, right. You goof, you're enjoying this as much as a spa day, ain't you?"
"Yeah, you're right, yo. Probably."
In the mean time, Ryo was looking around. "Achilles, what about my partner? Hello?" He sweatdropped, seeing Achilles chomping on a slice of sushi. "Hey
!" Ryo delivered a sound whack to Achilles' head, causing the man swallow his wasabi whole.
!" Once Achilles had calmed down, Ryo whacked him again. "Hey
"Okay, okay, I got it. Your partner's sort of ... dead."
"I kid, don't worry. He's coming, he just wants to chomp down a couple of subs."
"And by sub, you mean, Subway
"Nah, submarines." Seeing Ryo's mortified expression, Achilles laughed. "Kidding, again. He might not be, but if he does, you gotta live with it. He's that kind of guy ... and here he is, right now." Achilles pulled on the mask.
"Suzuka Ryo, BakuSenshi. Meet your partner Godzilla, the one who destroys, he who is the King of Monsters.
A gigantic, 50-metre-tall figure was rising from the ocean, a humanoid, rough-scaled charcoal grey beast. Huge grey spikes, shaped like maple leaves, erupted from his back, slicing through the air. Sheer brutal force was embodied in his great, fiery yellow pupils and his still, too-heavy-to-move tail of epic proportions boasted of his invincible bulk. It was as if Godzilla had been built as the perfect killing machine.
"Feh." A noise escaped his throat. "So ... you're my new partner, now. I hope you're ready to take a risk. Or," Godzilla flexed his neck, "you'll have that
lesson beaten into you."