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Mothra
Temple of Amaterasu Omikami- TOKYO, Japan

	The blue haze of young morning graced the sleeping Mothra silently, the small humanoid Kaiju not stirring it's comfortable bed coverings until the temple bells rang their familiar morning herald. The seemingly young girl, eyes dreary and mind sluggish, slowly sat-up in her mat. Mothra had lived in this charitable, homeless-caring Japanese temple for over four months now, the Kaiju having no intention in possessing a job in order to experience all that human society has to offer. Indeed, the monster had a great gratefulness for the humans who ran the humble establishment, for they allowed her to explore humanity without the responsibilities that many other, working humanoid Kaijus possessed. It surely wasn't the best homeless shelter, but it was still nice. Rubbing her stunning yellow eyes and scratching the back of her small head, Mothra started her daily, human routine. With sleep still gripping lightly to the girl, the Kaiju managed to wash herself, pin and dress her hair, and don her lavish, orange silk kimono. Mothra thought back to her servant Shobijins she had had to leave on Infant Island, who's tiny hands had painstakingly crafted the dress as a parting gift to their god. The Kaiju was quite sad the two pixies could not have come to see what humanity had to offer, but they both had an island to manage. Still, even in a metropolis filled with an over-abundance of people, Mothra felt somewhat lonely without her faithful servants.

	Nevertheless, Mothra prepared herself with the other female homeless in the temple, and, after thanking the monks and nuns for their meager breakfast, started their way out onto the bustling streets of Tokyo. Lights blared, cars honked, and people shouted; it was all that Mothra loved from the human race. The different pitches of voices and living, the almost random intervals of quiet and sound; it was all so natural and fascinating, the fluctuation of an entire populace and race almost constantly through-out the day. Mothra, entranced by the senses surrounding her, slowly started her way towards the train station. Only then did the sun grace the whole world with it's presence, signaling the arrival of Earth's dawn. Mothra, however, descended the public stair-ways away from such rays; she would watch the sun beauty another day. Now, however, was a time for alternative money-making. The beautiful Kaiju sat down in her usual spot at the station, her bowl out-stretched and her fair features practically beaming. Mothra had always been rather intrigued with the act of begging; it gave such a humble and interesting outlook on the human world, much different from the lofty pedestal of an island goddess. Furthermore, it allowed her to see and experience so many other human activities; she could beg anywhere, at anytime, and see almost anything she wanted. It really was a shock why so many other humans didn't engage in this lifestyle with Mothra; perhaps pride was a truly worthy obstacle for mortals, who knows. Nevertheless, while the humanoid Kaiju pondered such variables, her begging was going along quite nicely. In around three hours she had accumulated a good five dollars from the smartly-dressed passersby around her. Wait, five dollars was just the amount she needed! Now all that Mothra worried about was that Mizu would be willing to take her by boat to such a prohibited place...

	Indeed, Mizu was more than a little reluctant to transport Mothra to that dangerous island over yonder. The sailor had known the humanoid Kaiju for a year now, yes, and they were both extremely good friends; but really, a ride to monster island? Who did she think we was, an old man with a death wish? "I'm sorry sweetheart, but that's a no-can-do. You know how tightly the KGDF keeps that place under surveillance. I'd be jailed in under a week", the older shipman said, knowing very well that Mothra would not give up on her endeavor that easily. The humanoid Kaiju took out pen and paper, and rather quickly wrote up a note detailing the importance of studying the Kaiju away from KGDF influences. The young girl also mentioned how she would go to black-market transportation, if needed. "Oh, darling. Don't do that. People in that business prey off of innocents like you", Mizu said, his eyes locked on Mothra's now sadly downcast features. "Alright, alright, give me a week to tint my boat windows and then-", the sailor continued, unable to finish his sentence before being hugged viciously by the bright-smiling Mothra.

Monster Island - Pacific Ocean

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	Mizu kept his head down as his boat quickly approached Monster Island. Both Mothra and the sailor kept hooded garbs over their faces, and the license number and name of the boat had been concealed with spare black tape. It truthfully wasn't the most secret operation, but both the Kaiju and the human knew what they were ultimately getting into. Mothra, however, knew why this truly had to be done; Mizu, less so. The Kaiju had not come to Japan only to socialize with human culture; there was a universal job needed to be done as well. Both the Kaijus of Monster Island and the humans of the KGDF, though convenient peace had been established for now, hated and warred with one another to an extreme degree. It was the power of these two sides that frightened Mothra; the machines of the humans and the muscle of the Kaiju taking out whole coasts and landmarks all at once, sometimes. If such power ever reached an apex, the destruction would be uncontrollable. Yet, during this more silent time, Mothra hoped to install some permanent peace between the two sides. She hoped to show that they both fought for very similar reasons, and thus could come to an agreement. Such peace would be essential in surviving, what Mothra predicted, to be an inevitable and terrible coming storm.

	Before the Kaiju even realized it, her head in deep though, Mizu was depositing her off at the coast of Monster Island and quickly speeding away. The wake of her friend's white boat steadily lapped at the sandy shoreline as the humanoid Kaiju started to quietly look around. This island was truly a beautiful place, reminiscent of the "Garden of Eden" in human literature, if anything. Mothra, taking in the beauty, began a stroll down the placid beaches around her. She gave herself time to think and prepare.

	Soon, however, a certain figure quickly caught her eye; A green, tailed humanoid with the face of a rather pretty young girl. Mothra, spotting the young Kaiju, was elated to see Godzilla Junior resting on the beaches' sand. Oh, how the child had grown so big since the last time Mothra saw her! For, indeed, it had been a long while since Mothra had such a pleasant run-in with the Godzilla lineage. Nevertheless, even though Mothra's standings were not the best with the child's adoptive mother, she could not help but enjoy seeing the enthusiastically happy Kaiju once again. It was always great to be re-introduced to Monster Island with a beaming smile instead of the usual ugly snarl, especially when that smile was from one of the most precious creatures alive. Calling out telepathically to the child, Mothra greeted Junior politefully. "It's so nice to see you again, Junior! You've grown so big since the last time I saw you on Birth Island, and changed so much. How have you and your mother been doing?"
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