On a beach along the northern side of Monster Island, there was a large house that sat facing the ocean. It had been built a long time ago, in the traditional Japanese architecture, with a rising porch, sliding doors, and a wide, open space in the center. The main room, with them split off into two other half sided rooms, was elaborately decorated with traditional paintings, artifacts, and mementos. Outside of the house, along the wooden staircase, were offerings of flowers, letters, candles, and miscellaneous items.
The house was empty at the moment, except for the one human sitting out front of the doors. She looked out to the vast sea, shuffling some cards in her hands. She was waiting.
Her name was Kasumi Miyamoto. She was a friend to the ones who lived here, and tonight she was helping them prepare for a very special occasion. However, as was usual, her host was running late. It was already over an hour past the time they had agreed on, and although she was bored she was not completely bothered. She had expected it, and had brought with her some cards and snacks and other things to occupy her just in case.
She was about to start on a new game when she heard the familiar splashing sound coming from the shore. Looking up, she could see the darker figure of her friend rising up out of the waves, shaking himself off of seawater. When he saw her on the porch, he gave a slight wave.
Kasumi quickly packed up her things and stood, smiling as she made her way down the stairs to greet him. The kaiju was a little over seven feet tall, with grey/black colorings and sharp, jagged dorsal fins from his neck down his back and tail. The rest of the world knew him by one name; Godzilla, King of the Monsters. But to Kasumi, he was much different than that. That was the stage name, an act for the camera.
“How was your swim, Daisuke? Find anything interesting?” she asked. He responded with a half smile, and pulled up a netted sack from his side. When she got close enough, he opened it and let her look inside.
“A couple Knick knacks from a shipwreck, some other metal pieces I thought were cool looking, and this.” He reached in and pulled out an enamel pin of some Japanese cartoon icon. “Almost makes me wish I wore clothes so I could wear it around.”
“You could give it to me to wear, as compensation for making me wait so long for you to get back.” she offered, holding out her hand.
“Ack! No way!” he growled, lifting the pin away from her. “You haven’t been waiting that long! You’re just trying to make me feel bad.”
“It’s been almost two hours, Daisuke!” she complained loudly, but playfully.
“Liar, I don’t believe you.” he teased back. The two of them continued their banter as they made their way up to the house.
They had known each other since they were children. Kasumi was the daughter of one of the movie executives at Toho Ltd. where the Godzilla films were made. Daisuke was the son of Kaito, the previous Godzilla, who was the son of Shin’ichi, the kaiju to play the original Gojira.
Most of the fans referred to the movies in eras, depending on which kaiju played the part of Godzilla. For Shin’ichi’, it was the Showa Era. For Kaito, it was the Heisei Era. Daisuke’s time on screen had been dubbed the Millenium Era. More recently, however, his younger brother, Tarou, was gaining popularity with his film in America. Daisuke didn’t mind that, as it gave him a well needed vacation from moviemaking.
He set the pin on one of the side tables, among his collection of other strange items he’d found while diving in the ocean.
“So what exactly is it that you dragged me out here for?” Kasumi finally asked, setting her shoes outside the door before coming in.
The large kaiju sighed and looked towards the wall opposite the main doorway. There was a giant, handmade painting that hung, almost as big as the wall itself. Traditionally painted depictions of creatures that looked similar to the kaijus of Monster Island were scattered around all over it, coexisting with handfuls of humans. His grandfather had told him how it had been a gift from the original inhabitants of the island, back when this building had been a shrine.
In a way, it still was a shrine. Daisuke didn’t really live her, he slept in the ocean or along the beach in the outdoors. But he did come here every day to keep his few belongings and make sure the candles were still lit and the flowers fresh. Occasionally some fans would come by and he would happily greet them, pose for photos, and he would tell them more about the shrine and his family’s lineage before the movies.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about my family.” he admitted. He noticed a candle had burnt out and moving across the room to replace it as he spoke, “My father and my grandfather loved visiting the mainland and making these movies, meeting new people and expanding the human’s understanding of their kaiju neighbors. But in doing so they left a lot behind here on the island. I think we all got a bit caught up in the fame and glory that came with being a big celebrity.”
“That’s for sure,” she agreed, coming over with a lighter for the candle. “I remember the way you started acting after your first big hit. It totally went all to your head!”
He chuckled. “I was pretty young and dumb, wasn’t I?”
“Don’t talk like that,” she elbowed him, “It makes me feel old. We’re the same age, you know.”
“But seriously, Kasumi,” He said, his smile fading, “After the big success of Tarou’s recent film, I just feel obligated to do something. Something to bring my whole family together for a while out here, and get away from the fast paced high energy that comes from being in the spotlight.”
“Your whole family? You mean Tarou, Kaito and Shin’ichi?” she asked.
“No, I mean the whole clan. Everyone.” Daisuke said firmly. Kasumi grit her teeth, unsure.
“I don’t know...You dad and your grandfather haven’t spoken in years. And I thought that after Finals Wars came out there was some tension between you and some of the others. Especially...oh what’s his name again? Garvin?”
“Gavriil,” he sighed, “Yes, I know. But that’s exactly my point. We’ve all grown distant and displeased since getting involved in this human culture nonsense, no offense.”
She shrugged. She had grown up in the heart of the business. She knew what he meant.
“We were once a very close knit community of creatures, who cared for and depended on each other. Now we’re divided and poisoned from fame and monetary influence. I just figured that perhaps if we had the chance to come together and be the kaiju we were actually meant to be, it would help things.” He said, referring to the painting on the wall. They both starred up at it for a long time, before Kasumi finally spoke up.
“And how do you plan on getting everyone to actually come here?” she asked. He smiled down at her with his rows of sharp teeth.
“The traditional way, of course.”