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I am going to pull characters from both the Showa, Heisei, and Legendary eras. Everything that has happened in those movies will (mostly) be canon to this story; however, I may retcon some aspects.

There are several significant changes immediately apparent. The main Godzilla in this story is the “second” Godzilla in the series. His father was the original Godzilla, who died in the first movie, so the Godzilla from Showa, Heisei, and Legendary are all the same. Junior didn't get revived after the fight with Godzilla and Desotroyah; instead, his father was revived.

Some Kaiju's gender will be changed since there are only two canon female Kaiju, but it will only be with the side Kaiju.

None of the Kaiju belong to me (except one, which you’ll see in the future), nor does this concept belong to me; however, this individual story is my own. Many incredible artists and writers have explored the idea of Kaiju being human; I am just adding my work to the mix.

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A submarine is seen diving deeper into the ocean's depths, just off the Bay of Tokyo; the light cascading from the submarine's head is the only light source for the passengers. All personnel aboard wear white coats with clipboards in hand, emitting no sound other than the occasional cough or the tapping of pens.

A cloud of tension hung over them as the submarine stopped diving and leveled out to continue moving, this time in a horizontal motion.

They neared their destination, a seamount with a massive crevice in its center. The submarine pulls into the gap and slightly lowers onto a metal plate, surrounded by other subs connected to the seemingly metal flooring.

What was once a normal-looking crack in a seamount is sealed shut with a metal door. A beeping sound is heard as water begins to drain in what appears to be a garage, with white lights flickering on to reveal an enormous room full of stationary submarines.

The passengers depart from the submarine and stand together on the wet floor, waiting for something to happen.

In his mid-20s, with slicked-back hair, a young man is the first to talk. "Ms. Azusa, if you don't mind my asking, what are we supposed to do now?"

All eyes turn towards a woman with long, dark brown hair with stray grays, holding a metallic briefcase. She turns to the young man. "Osamu is supposed to be meeting us soon. Until then, he wished for us to stay put and not to touch anything while we wait." She finished with a reassuring smile to the man and everyone else.

Satisfied with her answer, the crew began to wait, the ominous tension on the submarine following them outside. The pressure only worsened as the seconds of waiting turned into minutes and the minutes turned into an hour.

Small talk was attempted but ended as fast as it started. People began sitting on the floor as there was nowhere to sit. Some even began nodding off as it was pretty late into the night. Midnight to be exact.

Finally, a door at the other end of the room opened, turning many heads and prompting some to scramble off the once-wet floor.

A middle-aged man wearing a white button-up with black slacks appears in the doorway, his hair up off his face and brushed to the side of his head. He is sporting a small smile.

"Azusa. I am terribly sorry for the wait; we were prepping the subject for the test and trying to pinpoint the spot for the injection site." The man speaks in a deep tone as he moves toward the people, meeting them halfway.

Azusa meets his eyes, now standing a few feet away. "It is completely fine, Osamu. We understand. Thanks for bringing us here; I've never been on a submarine with the rest of my entire team before." She lets out a small laugh.

"You can thank those submarines with built-in coordinates and extra seating. It took some time to perfect the function and design, but I'm pleased to hear that they serve their purpose. But moving on from that, how has your team been? Finishing the serum is quite a feat after many failures." Osamu finished, his sharp eyes darting from the briefcase held by Azusa to the eyes of the intimidated scientists.

"They have all done an amazing job, Osamu. Each one is extremely brilliant. They have all worked hard to finish this mission you gave us all." Azusa spoke in a defensive tone, her features creasing into a slight frown, as she didn't like Osamu's tone.

Osamu looked back at Azusa and chuckled. "Understand me, Azusa. I am just as proud as you," He turned and began walking towards the door. "But my being proud doesn't overshadow my disappointment over the fact that this is our 10th trial in 4 years of this project being established." Osamu's tone lowered into one of judgment as he finished his cold truth.

Azusa's irritation only increased, and the scientists glanced at one another to gauge their reactions. Still, they followed behind Osamu without a word.

The scientists were led down a long, bright, and white corridor, just as bright and white as the room housing the submarines. They turned many corners, descended many stairs, and navigated through many locked doors.

To say this place was sealed was an understatement.

Finally, Osamu stops at a frosted glass door with many warnings saying 'Do Not Enter Without Proper Authorization.' Additionally, a guard was standing there, armed with a pistol and what appeared to be an assault rifle.

"Sorry, everyone, but only I and Azusa can go through here. You all will be escorted to a different area with other scientists messing around with other experiments; I'm sure you can preoccupy yourselves." Osamu spoke, finally turning around and facing his guests.

"Osamu, everyone here has spent countless months developing this serum. Shouldn't they be able to see the fruits of their labor?" Azusa questioned, now glaring at Osamu. "Why did you let me bring them if you weren't going to let them through?" Some scientists now began to frown at Osamu.

Osamu sighed, leaning his head back and keeping calm despite feeling his own irritation starting to rise.

He looked at Azusa straight in her eyes with a calculated stare. "Azusa, you've continuously begged me to let them accompany you, and for once, I caved in so that you would stop insisting. I said they could accompany you here, nothing more about them coming into the lab room."

Her irritation crossed over into anger, "Osamu, I do not beg! I ask that you treat my team with the respect they deserve and show them the work they have been doing. How can you-"

"Azusa, enough!" Osamu shouted out, cutting Azusa off and causing some people to flinch, shock replacing their anger.

"You act like this is a cure for the common cold! You and I both know how important this serum is and how much is riding on it to work. Favoring someone's feelings over our work will not, should not, and can not happen here!" Osamu continued his onslaught of words.

Azusa clenched her fist, her resolve weakening slightly. "Osamu, I just want their efforts and hard work to be seen by them and not on a report. That is all." Azusa returned to a calm tone, albeit a quieter manner.

Hearing his old friend's tone shift lessened Osamu's anger, but it didn't entirely dissipate the emotion. "You say 'this is the one, trust me' all the time, Azusa, yet those trials failed; what makes you so sure that this won't have the same result?" His eyes bored into hers.

Azusa couldn't say anything, even though she had an answer. 

"May I say something, sir?" The man who spoke first from the team of scientists since being at this secret facility was once again the first one to speak up. All eyes were trained on him. "Those mysterious samples you give us to evolve and transform into human cells are usually unstable after administering past serums, but they all worked with a few recent trials on the individual samples. So whatever it is you're trying to turn into a human should work." He finished with a smile.

Azusa turned back at Osamu with a smile, feeling the confidence radiate off of the man. "Exactly, Osamu. We know this will work. We ran through the samples many times, just as I mentioned in the report that you read. So just trust us."

Osamu showed no emotion, which was better than anger for the scientists. The truth was, he didn't want to get his hopes high. Failure after failure was beginning to erode his usually confident self. Even after hearing and reading the evidence, it still didn't instill the team's confidence. He knows that samples aren't always the same as the real deal, especially with the scale they're dealing with.

Osamu let out a breath. "We've already wasted enough time bickering like children. Please wait until this trial is done. If this proves successful, you'll know what project you've been working on, so go into the other room and wait." He finished in a tired voice.

Osamu looked and gestured for the guard to take them to one of the specimen rooms, which he followed without a word being exchanged.

The scientists hesitantly left, slightly satisfied with the answer Osamu gave.

Now alone, Azusa looked at Osamu as his back was turned, busy punching in the code needed to open the door. Guilt slightly crept into Azusa as she thought back to what Osamu said.

'You and I both know how important this serum is and how much is riding on it to work. Favoring someone's feelings over our work will not, should not, and can not happen here!'

Azusa didn't want to admit it, but Osamu had a valid point. What they worked on was extremely important. She shouldn't have let her feelings get in the way of the goal.

She began in a soft tone, "Osamu, I'm-"

"Don't." Osamu cut her off.

Surprise painted her face as Osamu turned around, his hand on the door's handle. "Huh?"

"I know you were about to apologize. Please don't be sorry for feeling compassionate about your team. Your type of sensitivity is hard to come by in this line of work, so don't ever apologize for having a human trait." Osamu said in a soft voice.

Azusa found herself speechless once more.

Osamu let out a small laugh, taking in her bewildered expression before turning around and pushing through the door. "Besides, it's already in the past. Just move on."

Azusa smiled, the shock finally leaving her body, now replaced by a calm feeling. "Okay," and she followed, not wasting any more time.

Behind the door was a vast lab, more enormous than five city blocks and just as tall as a skyscraper. Luckily, the depth and darkness helped conceal this place and the numerous seamounts surrounding the facility.

The most significant feature of this entire lab is what rested right in the middle of space.

Godzilla's seemingly dead son, Godzilla Junior. He rested on his stomach, held in place by numerous thick metal rings.

His vitals spiked back to life after the battle with Godzilla and Destoroyah, but only slightly.

The remnants of nuclear energy left behind after Godzilla's meltdown and his own revival unknowingly left just enough energy to bring his son back from the brink of death after his fall due to Destoroyah.

Godzilla, however, was unaware of this and left. Unable to cope with the fact that the fight had seemingly cost his son's life. So he went back to the ocean, where he was not seen or located for the longest time.

After everything was settled, Osamu organized to have Junior's body moved into the ocean so the Japanese citizens could once again rebuild after another monstrous fight. Before he did that, however, he decided to run blood tests on Junior just to see what he could find (and possibly use his findings for the betterment of humanity.

To his utter shock, he noticed that Junior's blood cells were still alive and moving. As head of the GDF (Godzilla Defense Force), Osamu ordered that this lab and facility be built in record time. Granted, they did not know what it was being made for, and continue not to see the reason.

After numerous additional tests and scans, it was determined that Junior was not dead.

He was in a coma.

Osamu seized the opportunity and began to conduct side experiments. Ways to kill a kaiju, control a kaiju, and sedate a kaiju were all explored.

This all stopped in 2014 after Muto attacked America, following Godzilla's reappearance after many years of being gone, with no trace of him to be found. Osamu had finally had enough. He called in as many skilled scientists who had made a name for themselves and gave them samples of Junior's DNA, but did not disclose that it was from Junior.

No one knew Junior was alive except for people with the GDF, and Osamu wanted it to stay that way. Even governments worldwide were unaware of what Osamu was doing.

Osamu stopped his experiments, which were initially just for fun, and turned them into experiments with a goal. A goal is to rid the world of kaiju. Azusa, who was in the GDF, heard from her mutual friend, Miki, about what Osamu was planning to do.

Azusa was tired of it and stopped the experiments Osamu was conducting on Junior. She had bit her tongue for too long, doing her best to keep her love and protectiveness under control, but she had finally had enough.

Killing the kaiju was out of the question, especially since she knew they harbored human-like traits such as compassion and love.

After discussing (and arguing) how to control and monitor the kaiju safely, Azusa came up with a plan. She proposed making the kaiju into humans, people on the same scale as other humans. They could monitor the "good kaiju" while imprisoning the "bad kaiju" in a secure prison. No bloodshed would be required.

It took Osamu a long time to consider it, let alone agree with it, but he eventually gave in and put Azusa in charge of making the serum. After many years and many trials, here they are.

"Alright, Azusa, give me the briefcase." Osamu held his hand out as Azusa obliged. Opening it revealed a metal syringe filled with a neon purple liquid. Osamu looked at Azusa questioningly, "Are you sure this will be enough?"

Azusa looked at him, "Yes, it will be enough as long as you inject it in the back of his neck. It will last long enough to travel through his body from the spine. The serum is quite resilient if I do say so myself." She finished with a proud smile.

Osamu simply walked away, "Let's see if it works before feeling proud of yourself, Azusa."

Azusa faked a hurt expression, "Ouch, Osamu. You like being harsh, don't you?"

Osamu rolled his eyes and said, "I like being right," In an exasperated tone. He climbed up the scaffolding that led to Junior's neck.

'This is it.' Osamu thought as he stared at the back of Junior's exposed neck, between two dorsal plates. The rest of the GDF stood far away, apprehension written on their face. Without another moment, Osamu stuck the syringe in and drained its contents into Junior, quickly moving off the scaffolding and getting the same distance as all the other scientists were standing. Azusa says, "Five minutes. The serum only lasts for five minutes. If nothing happens, then it's a dud." She announced to everyone.

A full minute passed, and nothing had changed. Hopes slowly begin to dwindle.

Another minute passes, and some scientists go back to what they were doing, grumbling complaints.

Three minutes pass by. Everyone has gone back to what they were previously working on, but Osamu and Azusa stayed frozen, still watching Junior, still waiting.

Four whole minutes pass, with not a sign of a change. Osamu looks away from Junior to stare at Azusa, who is chewing her bottom lip in worry.

The final minute passes. Osamu walks toward Azusa, who has tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Azusa, I know you miss him, but we have to move on. Your idea was good, but it just can't work." He places a hand on her shoulder.

Azusa releases a shaky breath, "I don't know what else to do, Osamu...I just want to see him again...." she says as a single tear slips down her face.

Osamu contemplates what he's about to say, "Azusa, go home." He says quietly.

"W-What?" Azusa squeaks out.

"As I said before, we have to move on. We can-"

"Everybody look!" A scientist screams out, cutting off what Osamu is about to say.

All eyes turn to Junior, his dorsal plates pulsating a soft blue light, glowing with intensity with each pulse, before the lab is eclipsed in a blinding blue light. Everyone shields their eyes. After a few seconds, the lights dim, and everyone reluctantly looks up.

They all look towards where Junior is, only not to see him. The rings that held him were still there and still sealed tight. Scientists quickly ran over to the table to figure out what had happened.

Once they arrive at the area, everyone stops in shock as they see what appears to be a 13- to 14-year-old boy with dark green hair and a fang protruding from his mouth, along with unnaturally long and sharp fingernails.

Azusa was the first to speak. "The Serum worked..."

Osamu quickly began giving orders. Asking for syringes for blood drawing, electrodes to monitor brain waves, and so much more, leaving to gather supplies he knew he would need.

Azusa was left with Junior, who was now a human, minus the more prominent kaiju features. Azusa took her lab coat and placed it on Junior, covering him. Her tears were replaced with joy as she saw that her work had finally paid off. Junior looked so peaceful, as if he were a child taking a nap.

Azusa reluctantly knelt and placed her hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his face and confirming that he was indeed alive. " One step down, Junior; I'll find a way to wake you up soon...I promise."

She quickly froze as the figure below her moved and grumbled. Her brain was utterly short-circuiting as she felt a hand on top of hers and heard a young scratchy male voice.

Junior opened his eyes, revealing sharp pupils and orange irises, as he stared at Azusa. Making eye contact with Azusa, he stutters out one word.

"M-mom?"

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Azusa says nothing as her mind begins to process what's currently happening. Junior, who was once the size of a building, was now a human. A young teen to add to the disbelief. He was not only a human; he was also awake. He was talking to her.

 

The woman couldn't believe that any of this was real. Junior has been unconscious since the mid-'90s, after Destoroyah dropped him, and Junior plummeted to the ground.

 

Now here he was, very much awake and alive, looking at his adoptive mother with a bewildered expression that soon shifted into one of shock at the sound of his voice.

 

Junior quickly turned over and sat straight up, taking in his surroundings. The sudden movement brought Azusa back to reality, and she swiftly wiped the old tears off her face. A new feeling of protectiveness washed over her as she observed Junior. His breathing began to shallow, his own form beginning to shake slightly, his body wondering if it should be in fight or flight mode.

 

"Junior. Junior, look at me," Azusa said in a soft tone as she grabbed his shoulders and rotated his body, so he was now facing her instead of the scientist racing around or the gigantic interior of the lab. He turned his head to look at her. His big, round, orange eyes stared into Azusa's black ones. She noticed how his pupils were narrow slits instead of the usual round ones she used to see.

 

"It's okay, Junior, you're okay. I will explain everything to you, but I need you to calm down so you can listen. I know that seems challenging, but I can help you. Osked?" Azusa asked slowly, knowing that Junior would have a hard time understanding her in his frantic state.

 

Junior stared at her, his breathing quickening. After a few seconds and a gulp of air later, he managed to nod back at her.

 

Azusa warmly said, "Good, now breathe in slowly and hold it for a few seconds, then slowly release it. Like this," Azusa demonstrated.

 

Junior nodded once more, reaching a shaking hand out to her, unsure what he wanted. Azusa smiled and grabbed his hand in hers, giving a slight squeeze. "Okay, now follow me. Ready? One, two, three."

 

Azusa began the breathing exercise, as Junior tried to mimic her, struggling at first. He closed his eyes and solely concentrated on his breathing, the grip of Azusa's hand in his seeming like an anchor to him. 

 

After a couple of minutes doing the exercises, Junior let out a big exhale, and Azusa felt Junior's muscles relax under her touch. Now she noticed Junior in a slouched position, breathing at a much normal rate.

 

"Good job, Junior! Are you feeling slightly better?" Azusa asked in a comforting tone, letting go of his hand, thinking that he didn't need the contact anymore.

 

The previous feeling of relief that flooded her body grew colder as nothing but silence followed.

 

"Junior?" She asked. Junior leaned his head down, avoiding her stare. Junior picked at his pointy nails, not responding to Azusa's question. Azusa felt her face crease in concern. "If you don't feel up to talking, then that's fine. It's all so sudden, so I don't blame you for feeling hesitant to talk." She giggled, trying to bring levity to the tenseness, "I mean, last time we talked was you growling and-"

 

Junior's fists suddenly balled up, his claws digging into his now soft skin as blood slowly streaked from his hands. Azusa could make out the sound of Junior's teeth grinding, more than likely a snarl if she were to guess.

 

"Oh my! Junior, what's wrong? Stop that, you're going to hurt yourself!" Azusa grabbed his fists, trying to open his hands. She stopped when she heard a slight hiccup coming from Junior's tense and slouched body. "Junior?"

 

There was a beat of silence. Then she suddenly found herself in the embrace of her surrogate son. His head was digging into her shoulder, trying to hold back his cries to the best of his ability. If Azusa listened closely, she would hear the near-constant sniffling and the small gasps of air coming from Junior.

 

Azusa was taken aback by this sudden hug, but didn't hesitate to hug him back as one of her hands caressed Junior's dark green hair.

 

Moments later, Junior talked for the second time since waking up, "Mom, you're...you're alright. I'm hugging you right now and not dreaming this, right?" Junior raised his head from her shoulder to look her in the eyes. Against his best efforts, Junior has tear tracks actively running down his face.

 

Azusa let out a small laugh before replying, "This is real, Junior, I'm real, and I'm with you. I promise." Junior's face shifted from fear to a bit more of a calm expression. He leaned back into Azusa, still crying but feeling more relaxed. Now, even with the tears, he was quiet.

 

Azusa rubbed circular patterns into his back, comforting him as the minutes rolled by. Even with the calmer state he was in, Junior's tight hold on her would not cease. She sensed that there was more Junior was working through. Azusa's gaze snapped up to the scientists making their way over, holding different lab equipment clearly meant for Junior. She waved them away, not ready to depart from the young human-kaiju.

 

"Junior, look at me." She patted his back, signaling that she would sit up and let him go so Junior could do the same.

 

Junior sat up, his eyes puffy and red from crying so much, but he was no longer shedding tears. He looked away once more with a grimace. Azusa couldn't tell what he was feeling now.

 

He beat her to the punch before she could ask what he was thinking. "When you mentioned the last time we talked, it reminded me of...of him," Junior said in a shaky voice, his vocal cords nearly swollen shut.

 

Azusa's body went rigid, regretting bringing up the time they last met before Junior met his supposed end. She knew who Junior was talking about. "Desotroyah." Junior nodded in confirmation. "I'm sorry, Junior, I wouldn't have said that if I knew it would bring back those memories..."

 

Junior shook his head, frowning, "Mom, it's fine. I...didn't think it would bother me that much, remembering that night." Junior gently traced where his nails dug into his palms. Knowing that he was trying to gather his thoughts, Azusa opted to stay quiet. Junior lets out a humorless laugh before continuing. "You know what's funny? When I fell, it felt like I was in the air for a long time, but I know it was probably only seconds." The motion of his hands ceased. "Still, I had so many thoughts right up until I hit the ground. What will happen to Mom if we can't beat him? Can Dad beat him? Will I kill humans when I land?" He stopped for a second before continuing, "Why was I so weak that I couldn't..."

 

Azusa caught on to how his voice was beginning to break towards the end. She grabbed his hand once more and spoke sternly. "You were and are not weak, Junior. Do not question yourself like that, okay? Desotroyah got to you when he was by all rights defeated, and you and you're Dad were distracted." Junior looked at Azusa with doubt.

 

"In comparison to Desotroyah, I am weak, Mom. He would have killed me if it weren't for you guys stepping in. Please don't sugarcoat it." Junior said, now facing Azusa with sadness in his eyes.

 

Azusa stayed silent, unsure about how to respond to him. Junior continued, closing his eyes and remembering his last moments before falling 'dying'. "If...if I noticed him before he could attack us, if I had been strong enough, I could've stopped him." Junior paused before continuing, newfound tears emerging in his eyes. "I could've stopped the monster before he...dad..." Junior stopped talking, using his free hand to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall.

 

Azusa finally connected the dots. Though he was upset that Desotroyah nearly killed him, he was more upset that Desotroyah "killed" Godzilla, his father. He wasn't aware that Godzilla managed to beat him and survive his meltdown.

 

"Junior, no, no, no! You've got it wrong!" Azusa quickly sputtered out, trying to give Junior peace of mind as soon as possible. "Your father is alive. He defeated Desotroyah and survived the meltdown. The meltdown had nearly killed him, but we were able to cool his body down, and he fought it off." Junior looked up at her in disbelief.

 

He was silent for a few moments. "...Then where is he? I-I looked around, but I couldn't find him. Is he alright? Did he kill Desotroyah?" For the first time, Azusa saw his smile. Even though it would barely count as a smile, she could but smile in return.

 

'No wonder he was so panicked after first waking up. He's just a kid looking for his father.' Azusa thought, making sense of everything along with Junior.

 

"Your father is safe, Junior, don't worry. We don't have his exact location, but we think he's somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean." Junior closed his eyes and released a deep breath, his smile widening.

 

"But..." Junior's eyes shot open quickly, trained on his mother's face, which was sprinkled with discomfort. "Desotroyah survived his fight with Godzilla, as well. He ran off with near-fatal injuries. I'm sorry, Junior." Azusa looked at him with sad eyes, making Junior quickly shake his head.

 

"No need to be sorry, Mom, you've given me the best news about Dad still being alive." Junior finished with a big, toothy grin, which others might find intimidating due to his unnatural, sharp teeth. Azusa could only giggle, enjoying the sight of him happy.

 

The moment was cut short by a cough, however.

 

"Ahem."

 

Junior and Azusa both turn to see Osamu, who looks annoyed while holding a clipboard. "I'm glad that you've both been reunited, but there is still work to be done. We'll skip the lab stuff for now. Just follow me to my office. I'm sure Junior would like to know why he went from being a lizard to a human. Careful of the equipment around here." As soon as he finished talking, he quickly turned around and began walking to his office located in the corner of the lab.

 

Azusa frowned as she watched Osamu walk off. 'He's back to his usual cold self again,' she said to herself, annoyedly.

 

Junior quickly stood and hopped off the platform, eager to follow Osamu. He also tossed off Azusa's lab coat, which had been covering him.

 

Azusa quickly scrambled for her coat and went after Junior just as fast. "Wait, Junior!"

 

Junior stopped walking and turned to her with a confused expression, "What's wrong, Mom?"

 

"Since you're human, you need to wear clothes to cover yourself. Put this on until you get some proper clothes."

 

Junior stared at the piece of fabric with what appeared to be resentment. "I don't want to." He spoke sternly

 

Azusa was stunned at the sudden sass she had just received, "Why exactly?"

 

"Because it was uncomfortable and itchy when it was lying on me, so putting it on is out of the question! Having something constantly against yourself seems so annoying." Junior said defiantly.

 

"Well, this piece of clothing is very loose, and once we get you some other clothes, I'll make sure they're loose too. Okay?" She said in a sweet tone.

 

Junior continued to stare at the fabric, now grimacing. "Hmmmm," He groaned.

 

"Junior, come on," Azusa said, urging him.

 

"..."

 

"Junior," Her patience was beginning to run thin with him.

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

"Junior!" Azusa shouted sternly with annoyance clear in her tone.

 

"Okay, okay! Man..." Junior muttered as he slipped the lab coat on and buttoned it closed with Azusa's help. ''Well, it could be worse,' he thought, cringing at the scratchy feeling beginning to manifest on his skin. The lab coat was already large on Azusa, so it fit him nicely. Only a few inches longer on him than it would appear on Azusa.

 

They both walk toward Osamu's office now that they have sorted out the clothing situation. Without another thought or word, they both enter his office.

 

The office is relatively small and quite cramped, the stacks of paper on Osamu's desk and floor not helping the room's appearance. The room was lit by a single bright lamp standing beside his desk, casting shadows on the white walls. A fan hanging above filled the quiet room with a hum.

 

Osamu looks up at the clock when they enter, leaning on his desk. He turns around with a smirk on his face. "Thank you for finally following me. It took you both so long, and I thought I'd have to send someone to get you both."

 

Azusa's eyebrow twitched up with question, "How long did it take us to get here?"

 

Osamu responded flatly, "Two minutes and 32 seconds."

 

Junior's jaw slightly dropped while he looked irritated, "You're making a big deal about us being two minutes late?"

 

"Two minutes and 32 seconds, and yes. We can not afford to waste time with the work we're doing. Besides, you've already been awake for 12 minutes, so we've got to hurry and talk fast now." Osamu responded swiftly while looking Junior in his fiery eyes as he showed no emotion.

 

Junior growled, his temper rising by the second with this stranger. He never hated anyone besides Desotroyah, but this Osamu jerk was really irking him. Then confusion set in, thinking back to what Osamu just said, "Wait. Why does it matter how long I've been awake?"

 

Azusa quickly jolted in shock as she remembered the sedative in the serum she developed; that way, it would be easier to capture kaiju. It would set in after 15 minutes of the kaiju turning into a human.

 

They only had two and a half minutes left.

 

Osamu sighed, "Never mind that. I'm sure you want to know why you're human now, right?"

 

Junior scoffed, "No, I never even questioned why I'm human or even what I'm doing here."

 

Osamu ignored Junior's smartass comment and continued, "We found you near death back in '95, but due to Godzilla's meltdown, his excess nuclear energy in the area was enough to heal you slightly. It was just enough to bring you back from the brink of death. After many other monster attacks worldwide, we've decided to contain all of the kaiju safely. Our solution was to turn them into humans without their destructive powers, keep the bad ones locked away, and let the good ones free under our watchful eyes. You were our first successful subject. You should be happy." Osamu finished, stealing a glance at the clock.

 

Only a minute and a half left.

 

"Any questions, Junior?" Osamu said after analyzing Junior's bewildered expression.

 

"Yeah, actually. What kaiju are you going to lock up?" Junior said in a questioning tone.

 

"We'll figure that out once we get there. A few jump out already, like Ghidorah and Space. Maybe even-"

 

"What about my dad?" Junior asked, his tone sharp and looking right at Osamu, challenging him to say the wrong thing.

 

Seconds pass, and the office fan's hum once again engulfs the room's sound. Azusa looked worriedly between both of them.

 

Osamu finally responded, "I don't know yet, Junior." He met Junior's fierce stare.

 

Junior's eyes now glared daggers at Osamu, "What the hell do you mean by 'I don't know'? Do you realize how many times my father has saved the humans?"

 

Osamu glared back at Junior, "And how many people has he killed while 'saving' us. Don't let your love for your father blind you from what he's done, Junior." He spoke in such a harsh tone.

 

Azusa looked at the clock. '45 seconds left,' she thought to herself.

 

Junior had his fists clenched while bearing his teeth, ready to attack, but forced himself to relax. He had more questions that needed to be answered, and he could deal with Osamu later. "How long have I been asleep?"

 

Osamu responded, "23 years. It is currently April 14, 2018."

 

Junior's eyes nearly popped out of his head, "It's been 23 years? Then where the hell is my dad! He would've been checking on me this entire time, so where is he!?" Junior roared out. Azusa bit her lip, knowing that Junior was going to find out sooner or later.

 

'25 seconds left,' Osamu thought, but then spoke with extreme bluntness, " Your father doesn't know you're alive. Only the select few in the GDF know you were alive. You had to be kept a secret. If the government knew, we wouldn't have been able to work with you."

 

Junior felt his blood suddenly fire to life along with a dizzy sensation. He bellowed out, "You never told him that I was alive!? My own father! Do you realize how he must be feeling right now?! You...You monster!"

 

Junior rushed towards Osamu, his claws reaching out to grab the man. However, as soon as he took one step toward Osamu, he passed out and fell forward to the ground.

 

Azusa rushed over to Junior, quickly ensuring he didn't hit his head too hard on the tiled flooring. Azusa turned angrily at Osamu after checking on Junior, "You couldn't deliver that information a bit nicer, Osamu?"

 

Osamu sighed, standing up from leaning on his desk, "It was the truth, Azusa, a hard truth but a truth nonetheless. Besides, he'll have time to sleep the anger away." He began walking towards the door, only to be stopped by Azusa once more.

 

"Wait a second, Osamu, what's next?" Azusa said after slinging Junior's arm over her shoulder and standing up with him.

 

"Simple, we move on to stage two: Locate and transform all kaiju into humans," Osamu said with a smirk.

 

Azusa blinked a few times, understanding what he just said. "Right now?" She said, dumbfounded.

 

Osamu chuckled, "Of course now. We can't wait forever. Give Junior to the scientists in the lab. I've already given them instructions. You rendezvous with your team and make more of that serum as quickly as possible. I'll track down the kaiju."

 

"Wha- Osamu, you can't do that on your own!" Azusa exclaimed with worry written on her face.

 

This time, Osamu laughed heartily, "While I appreciate the concern for my well-being, I'm not crazy enough to do this on my own. This is the stage where Miki gets involved." Azusa looked at him with surprise. She had forgotten entirely about Miki and her psychic powers, especially since it had been years since Miki worked directly with the GDF. "Oh, and you can tell your team about Junior." He said as he smirked at her and shut the door, leaving Azusa on her own.

 

Osamu quickly raced down the corridors, up the stairs, and through the doors. Truthfully, he was smiling because he was in a good mood, which was not often.

 

This night was going great so far, the serum was working perfectly, and now that the hard part was done, he could finally move on to the lesser steps.

 

He was back at the submarines once again, quickly hopping into one and punching in the coordinates for the shore of Tokyo. He pulled out his phone and dialed Miki's phone number. After ringing a few times, she finally picked up.

 

"Hello?" Miki spoke in a groggy voice, evidence of her just being woken up.

 

"Miki, it's Osamu." He smirked as he continued, "Have you been finding the locations of the kaiju?"

 

Miki coughed to clear her throat, "Yes, I have. I have the exact location of most of the kaiju, and the rest have approximate locations. Why?"

 

Osamu chuckled to himself. He may have told the rest of the GDF that the locations were unknown, but he just felt the need to keep it secret. He's a man of many secrets, after all.

 

"Good, get dressed and be ready for me to pick you up. None of us is sleeping tonight. It's time to begin stage two, Miki," Osamu laughed at the end as he began nearing the ocean's surface.

 

Miki gasped, "You mean that Azusa was able to develop a serum?!" She exclaimed.

 

"Yes. I will explain more once I get there, okay. See in a bit." Osamu finished.

 

"R-right, I'll see you soon then." And with that, Miki hung up, as did Osamu. The real work has just begun.

 

 

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*A Month Later*

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Osamu revealed his plan to the world's nations, who were both impressed and pissed that he managed to keep this a secret for such a long time, but gave the GDF the funding and support they needed.

 

With the high-security prison built, all kaiju were currently held in tight and restrictive confinement. Some Kaiju were more accessible to catch than others; some didn't even put up a fight, while others fought tooth and nail to keep their Kaiju form.

 

Luckily, the GDF developed a device called ORCA. It released frequencies that could calm a kaiju down so much that they wouldn't even notice the syringe stuck into them.

 

They were all finally in human forms. Some of the kaiju human forms were quite surprising, like Ghidorah splitting into three separate people. The GDF ended up using three syringes on him. The GDF even discovered that Kiriyu was an android, not just a robot that was controlled by aliens, along with Gigan. They had to develop the serum into a gas form for those two to inhale it. That batch unsurprisingly took the longest.

 

The final stage was just around the corner, deciding which kaiju would go free and which would stay imprisoned.

 

The final stage was tomorrow, and Osamu couldn't wait.

Chapter Text

"Osamu? May I speak with you for a moment?" Miki asked as she peeked her head through the door of Osamu's office.

"I have someplace to be, so if you can make it short and sweet, then yes. What is it?" Osamu asked as he was crouched, shuffling through the many papers strewn across his office floor.

Miki entered and noticed stacks of cream-colored files neatly on top of Osamu's desk, arranged, while there was a disarray of incomplete folders sitting next to him.

"How exactly are you going to decide which kaiju will be kept in maximum security and which ones will be allowed to roam?" Miki questioned, talking to the back of Osamu.

"Simple. I will judge them like how a court decides if someone is guilty or not." Osamu said in his usual monotone voice, not thinking about her question for longer than a second.

Miki stepped forward; concern etched on her features. "Don't you realize how much stuff you'll have to factor in? What about their intent when they first appeared? The deaths they caused? The number of attacks and fights they've had where humans live? The costs of their damage?"

The last question made Osamu laugh, "Miki, I'm not bringing up damage property costs to monsters that don't have a concept of money or property," he chuckled.

"Damn it, Osamu, you know what I mean!" Miki shouted, now glaring at Osamu, standing upright with more folders in his arms.

Osamu turned to look at Miki, a smirk evident on his face. "Miki, you need to calm down. I have everything planned. The kaiju will say if they deserve freedom or not. If they want to be free, I'll briefly review their records to determine if they should be allowed to live among society. It is as simple as that." He stated as he turned back around and set the stack of folders on his desk with the others.

Miki's frustrated expression remained, "And you believe you are the only one who should be the judge for them?"

Now it was Osamu's turn to seem frusturated. His smirk disappeared and scowled at Miki. "Miki." He said in a warning tone.

She did not give up ground, instead she pushed forward. "You didn't answer my question, Osamu. Do you really feel like you should have this much power? Especially without consulting the rest of the GDF?"

He grit his teeth, clenching the folders tighter to his chest. "Yes. Yes I am Miki." He spoke with finality.

Her eyes widened, she opened her mouth to shout at him again, but Osamu spoke again. "I-I'm not doing this because of a power trip, you know? You know what my last name is, and you know what my grandpa did when his back was against the wall with the first Godzilla. He did that on his own. If he can do that, than I believe I can do it on my own too," Osamu's face had sofetned considerably while speaking of his family. "If I involved more people, it woulf just slow down the whole process. I can do this with efficiency and fairness. I will do this."

It was now quiet in Osamu's office. Her own anger dissipating into guilt for accussing him of a potential power trip. Osamu was many...many things. However, she never seen him as a dictator.

More like a child that wants to be a hero when he grows up. Osamu takes that literally when it comes to his heritage. His hero, his inspiration is- was Daisuke Serizawa, the man who invented the oxygen destroyer and killed the first Godzilla they encounted back in the 50's. Hell is uncle on his mother's side is Kenji Noda, a man who assisted in killing the same Godzilla. Two heros in the family, it was quite a bit to live up to. She always felt sympathy for the man in front of her, whenever she'd see him nod off at his desk or simply standing without talking for too long.

'You uptight fool, you always put too much pressure of yourself. You've had since you were a kid,' Miki thought.

The continued silence combined with the tick of the clock, brought her back to the present. She needed to switch subjects. Her forlorn expression was replaced with one of slight slight curiosity as she stared at the intimidating stack of files. "So...you compiled all of this?"

At the sound of her voice, Osamu's body slightly jolted, removing him from any memories he was revisiting. He cleared his voice, his expressioning hardening and his voice returning to what is once was. "Yes, I did," Osamu said, taking out his walkie-talkie.

"But with each kaiju attack, there were at least 100 pages in a single report, no matter the monster. Your folders look like they have, at most, ten pages." Miki looked at Osamu, who was still fiddling with the walkie-talkie.

Osamu shrugged, "I don't need all the tedious details. I read through every report and wrote down the important facts."

'That explains the chaos that has taken shelter in his office the past few months...' Miki thought.

"But what if the kaiju decide to attack you while you make the decision on where they go?" Miki asked once more.

"I swear, you're becoming more worrisome than Azusa, Miki," Osamu said with slight annoyance, but there was a slight fondness in his tone as well. "Aside from the fact that the chains they're all currently in will severely shock them if they thrash around too much, I'll have guards with guns that hold laser ammunition. I developed it around two days ago."

A beat of silence passed through them as the static sound of the walkie filled the room.

Miki broke the silence, "But-"

Osamu looked at her with nothing but annoyance now. "Miki, no more questions. The sooner we finish this, the better." Osamu begins to leave as his walkie beeps, but before he leaves, he pauDad at the door, "I'll be fair...and I'll be safe Miki, I promise."

Osamu answered his walkie and Miki hears a voice ring through. He leaves the office and closes the door.

Miki doesn't hear what is exactly said as the office door closes, leaving her alone inside.

"At least he made a promise," she says to herself as she lets out a dry laugh.

Two Hours Later —

'We're finally reaching the final stage of this hellish project,' Osamu thought to himself as he sat in a small white room surrounded by concrete walls.

A light hung down from the center of the room, above the metallic table where Osamu currently sat. Two guards stood behind Osamu, armed and quiet like statues.

He was currently located at an unfinished courthouse, the construction ceasing once Osamu asked if he could buy it unfinished. There were two empty courtrooms, perfect for separating the good and lousy kaiju after today.

The room Osamu was residing in had three doors; the one in front of him was a holding cell, where many of the human-kaiju were being held inside containment boxes, sealing them away from each other. A door was to Osamu's left as well as his right. He decided that free-roaming kaiju would be free from their chains and placed in the right room, while prisoner kaiju would keep their chains and proceed through the left door.

Osamu double-checked his papers and files before hitting the button to signal a guard from beyond the door to let a Kaiju in, deciding who to pick on their own.

'Let's begin,' Osamu thought as he heard footsteps approaching the door.

The door opened, revealing two armed guards and the first human-kaiju to begin the trial, dressed in a tan shirt and sweats, wearing white socks as shoes.

He let out a slight sigh of relief once he saw the familiar human-kaiju hybrid.

"Junior. Nice seeing you again," Osamu said calmly with a slight smile. To anyone who didn't know Osamu Serizawa, they would see his remark as entirely sarcastic. In reality, however, he was genuinely happy to see the dark green-haired boy. 'At least we're starting easy,' He thought to himself.

Junior scowled at him, his brows furrowing with annoyance. "Wish I could say the same about you," he said as he sat in the chair, minding not to move too fast, else he'd set off the chains on his neck, feet, and hands to go off and shock him.

Osamu didn't let Junior's attitude effect him, "And why's that, Junior?" While leaning back in his chair, he opened a filing cabinet and pulled out a manila folder with the heading in red reading 'Junior.'

Junior scoffed, "Well, let me think. Last time I saw you, you said you'd put my Dad in a prison that you're creating for the evil guys and now you have me in chains even though you know I won't try anything," Junior finished, glaring at Osamu.

"Firstly, I said your father 'might' go to the prison. There's a lot to unravel there. As for your chains, I'm just taking necessary precautions," Osamu finished with a nod as he opened the folder and grabbed a pen.

"Precautions for what exactly? If you can't see with your eyes, I'll point it out for you. I don't have a tail or spikes on my back. Which means I don't have my powers," Junior said in a slow tone and a smirk on his face, mocking Osamu.

Osamu met Junior with a straight face, "Since you don't know how to tell time, I'll inform you. You've been human for two weeks now, and an odd-looking one at that with your hair color, nails, teeth, and eyes. You and everyone behind that door," Osamu points to the door behind Junior, before continuing, "Are hybrids, not exactly humans, but not exactly monsters, so we have to be cautious and restrain you until we figure out where to put you all," Osamu says as he begins to tap his pen against the desk.

Osamu saw Junior's pupils sharpen as he glared daggers at him he catching on to Osamu's not-so-subtle insults.

"If it makes you feel better, if you're deemed good enough to have a bit of freedom, your chains will be removed," Junior's glared eased upon hearing that statement, his surprise overtaking his annoyance with the man. "So if I were you, I'd want to get on with my trial," Osamu finished in an impatient tone.

Junior frowned slightly, seeing he had lost the war of words he had just had with Osamu, "Tch, whatever. Let's get on with it," he muttered.

Osamu smiled and sat straight up, ready to get down to business. "Glad you agree, let's begin," he said, his tone slightly jovial.

Junior also got serious, dropping his attitude while his eyes were trained on Osamu.

"To begin, you seemed to have a good relationship with humanity ever since you were born, unlike your father, correct?" Osamu asked, looking from the folder up at Junior.

Junior nodded, "Yeah."

Osamu nods in acknowledgment before continuing, "Let's see, all other encounters with Kaiju have all been in self-defense, so you weren't the aggravator."

Junior, now sounding bored, responds, "Yep," while popping the 'p.'

"Okay, other than your fight with Desotroyah, your encounters have also resulted in low casualty numbers," Osamu says as he closes Junior's folders.

"I gue- wait, what does 'casualty' mean?" Junior questions, his eyebrow quirking up.

Without a beat of silence, Osamu answers, "It means a person who dies in a catastrophic event."

Junior's eyes quickly widen in shock, the light yellow in his eyes overtaking the fiery red. Junior stuttered out while nibbling his bottom lip slightly out of worry, wondering if he should even ask this. "...How many people died because of me?"

Osamu stared at him, seeing his now rigid and fearful body movements. He closes his eyes, thinking about what to say. Once he had his answer, he opened his eyes. "That doesn't matter now. Even if you know what it will change, Junior?" Osamu asked.

Junior opened his mouth to defy Osamu, but slowly shut it after coming up with no answer or appropriate comment.

Osamu sighed, running a hand over his face. After a few seconds of silence, Osamu talks once more. "With the size of you and everyone else being as kaiju, there will be casualties. That's just the way it goes. Your fight with Desotroyah happened 20 plus years ago, so move on."

Junior hung his head low while closing his eyes, letting Osamu's words sink in. As much as he hates to admit it, Junior knows Osamu right. Nothing can change what happened. However, that doesn't mean the guilt magically disappears.

After a few seconds of neither party saying anything, Junior suddenly feels the weight and pressure leave his neck as he jolts upright at the sound of metal hitting tiled flooring.

He looks to see the guards that escorted him into this room holding a type of key, now unchaining the cuffs on his hands. Junior looked straight ahead at Osamu. "Wha-?"

Before he could answer, Osamu cut in. "I already knew you would be one of the more 'human' kaiju, but I didn't expect you to be guilty. That honestly caught me by surprise. You care for humanity, so I'm not worried about you being free," Osamu said matter-of-factly.

The last of Junior's restraints were off. Junior looked at him, surprised, before smirking, "Huh. I didn't expect you to say such nice things to me. I'm honestly touched!" Junior chirped, putting a hand on his heart.

Osamu scowled at Junior's sarcasm. "Just take him to the other room," Osamu ordered as he pulled out a paper with names and began writing on it.

Junior stood up and walked with the guards, chuckling slightly while walking to the door.

Just as the door opened, Junior quickly said, "Thanks," with a genuine smile.

After a few seconds of silence, he responded, "Just doing my job, no thanks necessary," he stated in a monotone voice.

The door closed, signaling he was alone with himself and his statue-like guards.

"God, this will be a long day...send in the next one," Osamu mumbled at first, then strengthened his voice, prepared for the next human kaiju as he pressed the button to order it to be sent in.

——

After three hours of interviewing many human-kaiju, Osamu let out a sigh while slumped in his chair, looking to his left and seeing all the folders he had taken out.

'From what I've counted, there should only be two more left...then I'm finally done.' Osamu thought to himself as he rubbed his temples.

His thoughts have been the only thing keeping him sane, as the only company he's had has been with ex-monsters and guards that give the royal guards a run for their money for being so damn stoic.

'Pull it together! You're almost done, then you can officially relax. Now hurry and finish it. Two left...one is an easy answer; the other one is not. Regalress, I must finish it!' Osamu thought to himself once again, finding the inner strength to push through the trial.

Osamu pushes the button once more, signaling the second-to-last human-kaiju to be brought in.

The door opens as two guards walk in once more, ordering a tan woman to sit down. The woman calmly obliges the demand, her face remaining calm and relaxed.

Once settled, the woman's light blue and dark blue eyes fix on Osamu, and a small smile begins to spread across her face.

"Hello. You must be the Osamu I've heard people talk about. It's a pleasure to meet you," She finishes as she closes her eyes and bows her head ever so slightly as her long white hair falls from her shoulder. She finishes her bow and looks back up at Osamu once more.

Osamu smiles and bows as well. He straightens back up and chuckles slightly, "That's funny; out of all the kaiju I've interviewed, you have been the most polite." Osamu reaches into the filing cabinet and pulls out a folder. "Of course, I shouldn't be surprised."

The woman's eyebrow questioned, "Why's that, Osamu?"

Osamu answers quickly, "You're Mothra, after all."

Mothra giggles, "Still, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Every person who has ever seen you fight another kaiju says that you actively fought to protect humans. That's not even counting the natives of Infant Island, who have nothing to say unless it is praising you." Osamu smirked, sliding Mothra's file to the side, not even bothering to look at it.

"Well, I'm flattered. I truly am," Mothra smiled. "But-"

It was Osamu's turn to have a questioning stare. "But?"

"But what about Leo? My son?" Mothra had her face pinched in worry. "I know why we're all here, and what your goal is. However, as a mother, I need to know what you did with my son."

Osamu smiled as he shook his head dismissively. "No need to worry; Leo is free to roam. He was here before you, actually, and threatened to break you out of jail if I sent you away."

That made Mothra laugh, "That certainly sounds like Leo." Her laugh began to die down before continuing, "So, I guess I know you're answer to where I'm going, huh?"

The guards began undoing Mothra's chains. "To tell you the truth, it wasn't really up for debate. It was an obvious choice; I just had to follow protocol." Osamu said as he reached down for the final time and pulled out the final file.

Mothra rubs her wrists as she stands, but pauses to look at Osamu.

Osamu also pauses from opening the file in his hand, noticing Mothra staring at him. "What is it?" He asks, uncomfortable with the woman's stare.

"Think long and hard about your decision, Osamu. Try and talk to him calmly," and with that, Mothra leaves the room and Osamu in it.

Osamu, for the first time, is left silenced. No response.

'She must have seen his name on the file as she stood up,' He thought.

Osamu, for the first time, was nervous—so many things to factor in his decision of the final human-kaiju left in the holding cells.

A frustrated sigh comes from Osamu, filling the silence of the empty room as the guards make their exit outside the room, ready to repeat the process for the last time.

Osamu presses the button once more.

"To hell with it. I will stick to what's best for humanity and ignore how the others will feel about it," Osamu whispers to himself as the door opens.

A tall, muscular man with tan skin walks in and sits down without a word, his spiky layered hair falling messily over his face, making his fiery eyes hard to read.

Osamu straightens up in his chair as he stares expectedly at the man across the table, waiting for him to say something.

Seconds of nothing but the hum of the light fill the void of silence. With every second, Osamu feels himself become more and more nervous.

'Keep calm. He obviously won't say anything. So I'll start the conversation and be as nice as possible. I want him to talk with me after all,' Osamu thinks.

Osamu clears his throat awkwardly, "It's nice to meet you finally-"

"Whatever it is you're going to say, skip it and get to the point. I couldn't care less," The man said in a gruff voice as he scowled at Osamu.

The sudden intrusion took back Osamun, his nervousness now replaced with slight irritation. 'Alright, toss that plan out the window...looks like I'm just going to have to wing it. God, I hate doing that.' He thought as he met the glare with his own.

Both men sat, intense eyes trained on each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

The first to break the stare was Osamu, chuckling, "It's funny, really." Osamu looked down at the file, reading over some of its content. "Mothra was just in here, and she was so polite." Osamu closed the folder and pushed it away, resting his elbows on the table.

"I wish I could say the same thing about you, Godzilla," Osamu said coldly, his face showing no emotion.

It was Godzilla's turn to chuckle, doing the opposite of Osamu by leaning back in his chair. "Look at her and me. We're two opposites. Did you really expect me to be nice to someone like you? Sorry to disappoint, but at the same time, not really." Godzilla finished, now sporting a smirk.

Osamu hummed, "You're right. I shouldn't have expected anything less from a monster like you. Even when you were both kaiju, the difference between you and Mothra was apparent."

Godzilla let out a laugh, "A monster like me? That's rich coming from you."

Osamu's face turned into confusion. "What are you talking about? You don't even know me."

Godzilla rolled his eyes, "Please, I've seen how you run your people and talk down to others."

Osamu scoffed, "That doesn't make me anything like you."

"True, just makes you a dick," Godzilla said calmly, but his voice drops slightly as he says, "Along with you trying to make an artificial human-kaiju to do nothing more than fight for humans. Basically, a slave to cover your own weakness."

Osamu's heart skipped a beat as he felt the air leave his body. His eyes stared widely at Godzilla as his body stayed motionless.

Godzilla sported a sadistic smirk, taking pleasure in shutting Osamu up. "My bad. Did I hit the nail on the head, Osamu? Do your pets behind us know what you're really up to?" Godzilla said, motioning to the guards.

Osamu became angered at Godzilla's words, "Shut Up!" He shouted.

The guards began looking at each other from across the room, clearly listening to what Godzilla was saying. "Y'know, Osamu? Next time you have your super secret conversations with other scientists, make sure all the kaiju are actually knocked out. It would save you so much stress."

"Enough!" Osamu yelled, slamming his fists on the table.

"You may not have destroyed buildings and fought monsters like me, but you have a disregard for human life, just like me. So if I'm a monster, then you are a monster too," Godzilla said mockingly.

Osamu pushed his chair back and stood up quickly, anger etched on his face, "I am nothing like you!"

Godzilla chuckled darkly, "You're right, Osamu. You're nothing like me. I actually fight my battles, not let someone with more power fight them for me."

"Stop."

"You're a human, after all. It's in your nature to be a coward."

"I said stop."

"You never fight wars with your bare hands. You have to use a weapon. An object that has more power than the person holding it. That's how those big Dadbs were created, right?"

"I'm warning you."

"The big bombs that turned my father and me into monsters. And once you saw what you created, you all decided to kill him. Erase your mistakes, right?"

"Godzilla-"

"Are you going to do the same to your slave if it develops a mind of its own?"

"Prison," Osamu states with finality. Glaring daggers at Godzilla, who had a wide smirk on his face, obviously proud of pushing the man this far. "Your cuffs will stay on, and you will spend however long you have left to live in a cell. Take him away." He turned his back to Godzilla as the guards slowly took him away.

"Nice meeting you, Osamu," Godzilla said just as the door closed, leaving Osamu with the two other guards.

"Dismissed," Osamu ordered. The guards left quickly without a word.

Now alone, Osamu grabbed Godzilla's file, throwing it at the wall in anger. The paper slid out of the folder and onto the ground.

'Damn him! How many more know? Were there any other kaiju awake while I talked to Azusa?' Many thoughts and questions swirled in his head as he sat down to take a breath, trying to regain his composure.

After a few minutes, Osamu felt calmer, disappointment now replacing anger. 'How did I lose my cool like that... His knowing won't change anything anyway. The best course of action is to move forward and complete this project. He's an oversized lizard; what the hell does he know anyway?' Osamu chuckled to himself at his last thought. He reached down for his walkie-talkie,, which was placed on his belt,, and put it on the channel Azusa was using.

"Azusa, it's Osamu. I'm finished. Come in so we can review the final list." He said and turned his walkie off, not giving Azusa any time to respond.

Within three minutes, Azusa was in the room. "Osamu, I got here as quickly as possible. Are you happy with the results?" Azusa asked.

Osamu nodded, grabbing the clipboard he had written on while interviewing the human-kaiju from the table. After flipping through a few papers, he got to the one he was looking for.

"Listen carefully, cause I'm only going to say this once, okay?" Osamu looked at Azusa expectedly, who nodded in response.

"Good, now the Kaiju who have been granted freedom are as follows: Mothra, Anguirus, Rodan, Junior, Mothra Leo, Gamera, King Kong, King Caesar, Baragon, Manda, Varan, Komodithrax, and Zilla. That's all of the ones granted freedom.

Osamu looked from his clipboard to Azusa, who wore a sad expression. He chose to ignore it and continued.

"As for the ones that will be imprisoned, it goes as follows: Battra, Ghidorah, Ebirah, Kamacuras, Kumonga, Biollante, Space Godzilla, Kiryu, Orga, Desotroyah, Gigan, Megaguirus, Megalon, Hedorah, and Godzilla." Osamu finished.

"Osamu-" Azusa started, worry evident in her voice.

"No, Azusa. I understand that Junior loves his dad, but he will have to accept this. I'll trust you to help him with that." Osamu finishes as he hands the clipboard to Azusa.

Azusa opens her mouth but slowly shuts it. Disappointment washes over her face as she knows arguing will achieve nothing. "I understand, Osamu."

"One last thing," Osamu says, walking over to Godzilla's file, which he had thrown across the room.

Azusa's eyes landed on the file strewn across the floor, just now noticing it. "Yes, Osamu?" She asks, choosing to ignore it for now.

"Godzilla knows about Project Ghimorah," Osamu said, standing straight up with the folder neatly in his hands.

"What?! How?! Only you, Miki, and three other trusted scientists know!" Azusa shouted, her entire body shaking with panic.

"He was awake when we transported the unconscious human-kaiju to their holding cells. You and I had a semi-short discussion about it, but Godzilla was apparenly awake for all of it. He just faked unconscious," Osamu explained calmly, having gotten his panic out earlier.

A few beats of silence pass by before Azusa speaks again, "So, what are we going to do about it?"

"Nothing right now. I mean, what can we do? We'll just continue Project Ghimorah like we've been doing." Osamu placed Godzilla's folder on top of the stack of other kaiju folders, along with Mothra's.

She nods slowly, calming down while listening to Osamu's words. "Now, there's only one thing left to figure out."

Helooked at Azusa with annoyance etched in his features, tired of being in the room, asking questions, and just tired of the day in general. "What is it now?"

Azusa met Osamu's eyes, "What are we doing with Junior?"

Osamu sighed, rubbing his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it as he heard a door open.

He and Azusa quickly turn to see the door leading to the free human-kaiju open and a woman standing in the doorway, wearing a smile.

"I'm sorry, but may I make a suggestion?" Mothra asked coolly.