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Chapter 3:

Kemonoko

“So, let me see if I've got this completely and utterly straight,” Dr. Amiko Yumikara's video screen image said as she rubbed her temples, “You're saying that there is a human girl living on Monster Island in Zilla's territory and she just allows it?”

Naomi shook her head at her bespectacled superior. “Not necessarily, ma'am. We think Zilla might have actually raised the girl as her offspring. Which, is not completely unheard of. There have been cases of animals raising children called 'feral children' who have been raised by wild dogs, cats, wolves, birds, even antelopes. This is just the first time we have seen a Kaiju do it.”

Dr. Yumikara nodded, “My question is, how did she get here on Monster Island? More importantly, how was she able to survive on an island ruled by beasts who are fifty percent angry at the fact we put them on said island to begin with? One of those beasts turned Tokyo into a parking lot in 1954 and San Francisco into a fallout zone in 2014.”

Naomi muttered, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Indeed,” Doctor Yumikara stated, “I'm sending over one of our top scientists to help in your studies of this 'Kaiju Girl'. I'm sure you're quite familiar with this one.”

“Depends,” Naomi said, “is it Dr. Edwards?”

“No, Dr. Edwards is currently attending a Kaijuology conference in Honolulu,” Amiko answered, “we are instead sending Dr. Devlin.”

A twinge of shock creeped through Naomi. Of all the people Dr. Yumikara had to send, it was the most arrogant, hard to work with windbag that ever received a degree in Kaijuology; Doctor Roland Devlin. Instead of working with one of the more reasonable scientists, she and Spence would be working with the most insufferable human beings put on the planet. This was a Kaijuologist who thought it would be a good idea to deem Godzilla having a brain the size of a walnut and displaying no semblance of intellect, despite the King of the Monsters clearly being capable of strategic, even downright almost human level intelligence on multiple occasions, a good majority of them involving the military and another of them involving his fights with other Kaiju. This was a scientist who was so full of himself to the near point of stupidity, it was amazing his degree wasn't taken away from him.

“Are you sure there isn't anyone else you could send?” Naomi asked hopefully.

Amiko gave her colleague a deadpan look. “I am well aware of how much you dislike Dr. Devlin, Dr. Lee-”

“Despise would be a better word for it.” Naomi muttered, only to realize her boss had just heard her and cleared her throat.

“However, all our other current scientists are currently caught up in things of their own. Devlin was the only one open. It won't be for too long.”

“Yeah, it better not.” Naomi growled under her breath, making sure her senior didn't hear her.

Amiko sighed, “Look, just try to tolerate him. Okay?”

Naomi groaned, not wanting to argue with her superior. “Yes, ma'am.” With that she turned off the video monitor before adding a mutter, “Can't make any promises, Boss.” She then walked off to tell Spence and the rest of the Calico gang the bad news.

“Devlin? She's sending Devlin!?” screamed Tony Medina, a rather portly Latin-American.

“Yes, unfortunately.” Naomi replied with a sigh, not only still not over the fact but this was practically the tenth time she had to answer him about it.

“Come on, guys,” Amanda Storm, the newest and youngest member of the Calico 'family'- a former model-turned-Kaijuologist of twenty-one with short brown hair and round, intelligent, green eyes from Miami- piped in, “he can't be that bad. Besides, we don't know anything about Kaiju Girl, it'd be nice to work with a veteran Kaijuologist.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, honig,” the eldest of the Calico crew, Erick Hanzel- a balding, seventy-something German with small flecks of white hair and barely an accent to speak of- replied “but he is that bad. Also, calling him a 'veteran' is putting it rather loosely. He's a high-ranking member, that much is true, but let's just say he's only part of the top ranks because there was quota to be filled. You'll believe me when you've actually met the man.”

“Are you sure Dr. Yumikara couldn't send any one else?” Spence asked.

“Sorry, guys,” Naomi shrugged, “her words, not mine. Anyways, he'll be here in an hour so, hold on to whatever bit of sanity you have left, cause you're gonna need it.”

In an hour, the Calico staff gathered to watch a Chinook helicopter touch down on the landing pad. The doors opened and out stepped an American man no more than thirty-years-old. dressed in a white coat, the emblem of the UNGCC stitched on his left shoulder, a pair of round glasses and black hair. He carried a aura of arrogance that was so thick it could be cut with a knife and spread on toast.

As the wind from the helicopter blades died down, Amy stepped forward first, “Dr. Devlin, welcome to the Calico research facility. I'm sure Dr. Yumikara informed you?”

“Yes, Dr. Lee. Yumikara told me about this so called Kaiju Girl of yours. Let's just get this under way already.” he replied in a haughty tone. With that, he walked in while the rest of the staff followed.

“Wow,” Amanda commented, “Only thirty seconds. I already hate him in thirty seconds.”

Erik scoffed, “You're lucky. I hated him the moment I first met him. I actually considered having Hedorah as a colleague.”

Amanda chuckled at her partner's comment and the image of the sludge Kaiju wearing a lab coat.

Devlin began to read the reports Amy had written about regarding the Kaiju Girl.

“Very interesting notes you have here, Dr. Lee. Have you acquired a blood sample of the girl yet?”

“Blood sample? No, it really didn't occur to me considering we were chased out by Zilla before the thought came to mind.”

“Hmm, thought as much. I'll need a blood sample to see if this Kaiju Girl-”

“Kemonoko.” Amy interrupted.

“Excuse me?”

“Kemonoko. It's Japanese for 'beast girl'. That's what I've decided to call her. I mean, we can't just keep calling her Kaiju Girl after all.”

Devlin sighed, “Very well, I'll need a blood sample to see if Kemonoko is healthy and hasn't sustained any mutations.”

Spence chuckled, “Yeah, funny thing; I don't think Kemonoko would really be happy seeing us again after the fiasco yesterday and I really doubt Zilla would feel the same way either.”

“Then do so at night while the Kaiju are asleep.”

Spence groaned at Devlin's tone. “Riiight, never thought about that. Great plan, Doc.” he muttered under his breath.

Later that night, Spence, Amy and the same G-Force unit from the day before arrived on the shores of Monster Island, the G-Force soldiers having replaced their weapons with shock rods to ward off any nocturnal predators on the island such as Troödons. Night-vision goggles adorned their heads and Amy made sure to bring along a syringe to extract blood from Kemonoko and, to help gain her trust, a granola bar. Again, the team ventured into the jungle of Zilla's territory. A sickly green glow up ahead drew them in closer and closer until the source made their night-vision useless; vibrant green flame. Much like Godzilla, Daihime and Godzilla Junior, Zilla had an ability called an Atomic Fire breath attack, although it wasn't as powerful as the Royal Family's.

There, illuminated by the emerald glow among a strange formation, eyes closed, was Kemonoko. The girl was curled up into a ball, her long hair acting as a crude pseudo-blanket and making sounds one would find similar to a sleeping dog or cat.

Amy motioned the G-Force team to stand by and slowly approached the sleeping feral child as one would approach a dormant predator. She then pulled out one syringe as she stepped towards her. However, as she brushed the hair aside of one limp arm, she heard Kemonoko begin to stir and her heart began to beat quick as the girl opened her eyes only to be greeted with one of the intruders from yesterday.

The girl narrowed her eyes, curled her teeth and gave a soft growl. Amy had to act fast before Zilla came back. She then turned her head and noticed the formation the feral girl was sleeping next to had a rather reptilian look to it. It was right there that she noticed the craggy, shark fin-like protrusions. Zilla didn't need to come back, she was curled up around Kemonoko.

Heart beating faster than ever Amy held her hands out and gave her a calming gesture which only made Kemonoko increase the volume of her growling. Next to her, she could hear Zilla begin to grunt.

“Hey don't worry, it's okay. I'm not going to really hurt you.” Amy told the girl in a similar voice she used when approaching an agitated dog. Kemonoko's growls became softer as she dropped her aggressive posture and tilted her head. Amy then pulled out the granola bar and showed it close to the fire so that she could see what it was. She pulled a corner of the wrapper off and handed her a good-sized piece of her snack bar. Kemonoko crept forward to smell it and snatched it away, eating it. Realizing she liked it, the girl crawled forward and tried to grab the rest of the bar only to have Amy pull it away from her. “Ah-ah-ah,” Amy wagged her finger at Kemonoko which earned her a whine of annoyance, “first you gotta do one thing for me.” She then showed her the syringe. She took out a bottle of medical alcohol and some swabs. After pouring some of the alcohol on the swab, she walked over and rubbed it on the girl's right shoulder. She then pinched the skin tight and poked the syringe needle into the skin. She then pulled the plunger back as the barrel began to fill with blood. In a matter of seconds, she had a sample of Kemonoko's blood. With that, Amy handed the girl the granola bar, fully free from its packaging. The feral child began to ravenously dig into her newly acquired treat. With that, Amy raced off, blood sample in hand. Meanwhile, Kemonoko watched as the woman went into the distance with wide eyes as she let out a small bark before curling up against her mother who pulled her tail close to her body.

Unbeknownst to any of them, another pair of green eyes watched from atop a tree as it followed the now departing Zodiac. With that, a small moth-shaped figure flew off into the night to report what it had just seen to its masters.

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Chapter 3:

Kemonoko

“So, let me see if I've got this completely and utterly straight,” Dr. Amiko Yumikara's video screen image said as she rubbed her temples, “You're saying that there is a human girl living on Monster Island in Zilla's territory and she just allows it?”

Naomi shook her head at her bespectacled superior. “Not necessarily, ma'am. We think Zilla might have actually raised the girl as her offspring. Which, is not completely unheard of. There have been cases of animals raising children called 'feral children' who have been raised by wild dogs, cats, wolves, birds, even antelopes. This is just the first time we have seen a Kaiju do it.”

Dr. Yumikara nodded, “My question is, how did she get here on Monster Island? More importantly, how was she able to survive on an island ruled by beasts who are fifty percent angry at the fact we put them on said island to begin with? One of those beasts turned Tokyo into a parking lot in 1954 and San Francisco into a fallout zone in 2014.”

Naomi muttered, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Indeed,” Doctor Yumikara stated, “I'm sending over one of our top scientists to help in your studies of this 'Kaiju Girl'. I'm sure you're quite familiar with this one.”

“Depends,” Naomi said, “is it Dr. Edwards?”

“No, Dr. Edwards is currently attending a Kaijuology conference in Honolulu,” Amiko answered, “we are instead sending Dr. Devlin.”

A twinge of shock creeped through Naomi. Of all the people Dr. Yumikara had to send, it was the most arrogant, hard to work with windbag that ever received a degree in Kaijuology; Doctor Roland Devlin. Instead of working with one of the more reasonable scientists, she and Spence would be working with the most insufferable human beings put on the planet. This was a Kaijuologist who thought it would be a good idea to deem Godzilla having a brain the size of a walnut and displaying no semblance of intellect, despite the King of the Monsters clearly being capable of strategic, even downright almost human level intelligence on multiple occasions, a good majority of them involving the military and another of them involving his fights with other Kaiju. This was a scientist who was so full of himself to the near point of stupidity, it was amazing his degree wasn't taken away from him.

“Are you sure there isn't anyone else you could send?” Naomi asked hopefully.

Amiko gave her colleague a deadpan look. “I am well aware of how much you dislike Dr. Devlin, Dr. Lee-”

“Despise would be a better word for it.” Naomi muttered, only to realize her boss had just heard her and cleared her throat.

“However, all our other current scientists are currently caught up in things of their own. Devlin was the only one open. It won't be for too long.”

“Yeah, it better not.” Naomi growled under her breath, making sure her senior didn't hear her.

Amiko sighed, “Look, just try to tolerate him. Okay?”

Naomi groaned, not wanting to argue with her superior. “Yes, ma'am.” With that she turned off the video monitor before adding a mutter, “Can't make any promises, Boss.” She then walked off to tell Spence and the rest of the Calico gang the bad news.

“Devlin? She's sending Devlin!?” screamed Tony Medina, a rather portly Latin-American.

“Yes, unfortunately.” Naomi replied with a sigh, not only still not over the fact but this was practically the tenth time she had to answer him about it.

“Come on, guys,” Amanda Storm, the newest and youngest member of the Calico 'family'- a former model-turned-Kaijuologist of twenty-one with short brown hair and round, intelligent, green eyes from Miami- piped in, “he can't be that bad. Besides, we don't know anything about Kaiju Girl, it'd be nice to work with a veteran Kaijuologist.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, honig,” the eldest of the Calico crew, Erick Hanzel- a balding, seventy-something German with small flecks of white hair and barely an accent to speak of- replied “but he is that bad. Also, calling him a 'veteran' is putting it rather loosely. He's a high-ranking member, that much is true, but let's just say he's only part of the top ranks because there was quota to be filled. You'll believe me when you've actually met the man.”

“Are you sure Dr. Yumikara couldn't send any one else?” Spence asked.

“Sorry, guys,” Naomi shrugged, “her words, not mine. Anyways, he'll be here in an hour so, hold on to whatever bit of sanity you have left, cause you're gonna need it.”

In an hour, the Calico staff gathered to watch a Chinook helicopter touch down on the landing pad. The doors opened and out stepped an American man no more than thirty-years-old. dressed in a white coat, the emblem of the UNGCC stitched on his left shoulder, a pair of round glasses and black hair. He carried a aura of arrogance that was so thick it could be cut with a knife and spread on toast.

As the wind from the helicopter blades died down, Amy stepped forward first, “Dr. Devlin, welcome to the Calico research facility. I'm sure Dr. Yumikara informed you?”

“Yes, Dr. Lee. Yumikara told me about this so called Kaiju Girl of yours. Let's just get this under way already.” he replied in a haughty tone. With that, he walked in while the rest of the staff followed.

“Wow,” Amanda commented, “Only thirty seconds. I already hate him in thirty seconds.”

Erik scoffed, “You're lucky. I hated him the moment I first met him. I actually considered having Hedorah as a colleague.”

Amanda chuckled at her partner's comment and the image of the sludge Kaiju wearing a lab coat.

Devlin began to read the reports Amy had written about regarding the Kaiju Girl.

“Very interesting notes you have here, Dr. Lee. Have you acquired a blood sample of the girl yet?”

“Blood sample? No, it really didn't occur to me considering we were chased out by Zilla before the thought came to mind.”

“Hmm, thought as much. I'll need a blood sample to see if this Kaiju Girl-”

“Kemonoko.” Amy interrupted.

“Excuse me?”

“Kemonoko. It's Japanese for 'beast girl'. That's what I've decided to call her. I mean, we can't just keep calling her Kaiju Girl after all.”

Devlin sighed, “Very well, I'll need a blood sample to see if Kemonoko is healthy and hasn't sustained any mutations.”

Spence chuckled, “Yeah, funny thing; I don't think Kemonoko would really be happy seeing us again after the fiasco yesterday and I really doubt Zilla would feel the same way either.”

“Then do so at night while the Kaiju are asleep.”

Spence groaned at Devlin's tone. “Riiight, never thought about that. Great plan, Doc.” he muttered under his breath.

Later that night, Spence, Amy and the same G-Force unit from the day before arrived on the shores of Monster Island, the G-Force soldiers having replaced their weapons with shock rods to ward off any nocturnal predators on the island such as Troödons. Night-vision goggles adorned their heads and Amy made sure to bring along a syringe to extract blood from Kemonoko and, to help gain her trust, a granola bar. Again, the team ventured into the jungle of Zilla's territory. A sickly green glow up ahead drew them in closer and closer until the source made their night-vision useless; vibrant green flame. Much like Godzilla, Daihime and Godzilla Junior, Zilla had an ability called an Atomic Fire breath attack, although it wasn't as powerful as the Royal Family's.

There, illuminated by the emerald glow among a strange formation, eyes closed, was Kemonoko. The girl was curled up into a ball, her long hair acting as a crude pseudo-blanket and making sounds one would find similar to a sleeping dog or cat.

Amy motioned the G-Force team to stand by and slowly approached the sleeping feral child as one would approach a dormant predator. She then pulled out one syringe as she stepped towards her. However, as she brushed the hair aside of one limp arm, she heard Kemonoko begin to stir and her heart began to beat quick as the girl opened her eyes only to be greeted with one of the intruders from yesterday.

The girl narrowed her eyes, curled her teeth and gave a soft growl. Amy had to act fast before Zilla came back. She then turned her head and noticed the formation the feral girl was sleeping next to had a rather reptilian look to it. It was right there that she noticed the craggy, shark fin-like protrusions. Zilla didn't need to come back, she was curled up around Kemonoko.

Heart beating faster than ever Amy held her hands out and gave her a calming gesture which only made Kemonoko increase the volume of her growling. Next to her, she could hear Zilla begin to grunt.

“Hey don't worry, it's okay. I'm not going to really hurt you.” Amy told the girl in a similar voice she used when approaching an agitated dog. Kemonoko's growls became softer as she dropped her aggressive posture and tilted her head. Amy then pulled out the granola bar and showed it close to the fire so that she could see what it was. She pulled a corner of the wrapper off and handed her a good-sized piece of her snack bar. Kemonoko crept forward to smell it and snatched it away, eating it. Realizing she liked it, the girl crawled forward and tried to grab the rest of the bar only to have Amy pull it away from her. “Ah-ah-ah,” Amy wagged her finger at Kemonoko which earned her a whine of annoyance, “first you gotta do one thing for me.” She then showed her the syringe. She took out a bottle of medical alcohol and some swabs. After pouring some of the alcohol on the swab, she walked over and rubbed it on the girl's right shoulder. She then pinched the skin tight and poked the syringe needle into the skin. She then pulled the plunger back as the barrel began to fill with blood. In a matter of seconds, she had a sample of Kemonoko's blood. With that, Amy handed the girl the granola bar, fully free from its packaging. The feral child began to ravenously dig into her newly acquired treat. With that, Amy raced off, blood sample in hand. Meanwhile, Kemonoko watched as the woman went into the distance with wide eyes as she let out a small bark before curling up against her mother who pulled her tail close to her body.

Unbeknownst to any of them, another pair of green eyes watched from atop a tree as it followed the now departing Zodiac. With that, a small moth-shaped figure flew off into the night to report what it had just seen to its masters.