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Kaiju no 8 | A Fallen Star

Prologue

Summary: Akira Shinomiya, a boy with shoes to big to fill. Finds what seems like impossible obstacles to fulfill his dreams. And what he isn’t aware of, is that times are turning even worse. Will he make it?

Warnings: gore and blood.

A/N: This is another idea that came to mind. Hope to finish this one.

A blond haired woman sighed in exhaustion. After a long day of work she was finally home to her family.

“Hey, I’m back.” She announced sitting by the door and taking off her shoes.

The family’s butler greeted her. “Welcome back home, Mi-“ his greeting was interrupted when a yellow blur flew by him and crash hugged the blonde’s face. That blur was none other than her daughter.

“MOMMY, WELCOME BACK.” Greeted the child with her high pitched voice.

Isao, the girls father, also went to greet her but stared scolding the child for jumping into her already exhausted mother. “Come now, Kikoru. Your mother is to exhausted to-“

Contrary to what he was saying, Hikari took her daughter’s hands and started spinning like a helicopter. “You’ve done it now, gosh darn it!!! Have you been a good girl you little scamp?!” Yelled Hikari with as much enthusiasm as her daughter while the little girl laughed.

Isao refrained himself from saying anything and sighed. He doesn’t understand how can they have so much energy.

“Today, guess what? Guess what? We watched TV in the shelter!” Started saying Kikoru with enthusiasm as her mother stopped spinning to hold her in front of her. “And everyone said you were cool mommy.”

Hikari was surprised for a moment. She knew the kaiju appeared in a city near her daughter’s school but she didn’t expect it to be that close. “No one was hurt?” She asked expectantly.

Kikoru shook her head. “Nope.”

Hikari smiled widely at the information. “That’s great news.” She cheered.

The little girls smile dimmed when she finally noticed something in her mother’s arm, a bandage. “Did you get hurt?” She asked with a hint of worry in her voice while Hikari put her back in the floor.

The woman looked at source of worry of her daughter remembering the moment the kaiju caught her of guard with a sudden burst of power. “Yeah, today’s kaiju was a little strong. But I’m all right.” She assured while lowering the sleeve of her shirt to cover her bandage. She really wanted to keep all the dangerous staff away from her. But Kikoru’s next words showed her it was impossible.

“Mommy.” Said the girl, gaining her parents attention by her sudden seriousness. “I’m gonna join the defense force and I’m gonna save you.”

Hikari shared a surprised look with her husband before smiling. She was really their girl. She kneeled in front of Kikoru and gave her a soft smile and a pat on the head. “Okay then, Kikoru. And when you’re in trouble mommy will save you.” She promised her daughter.

Isao watched the interaction with a small smile. He didn’t know what he did to deserve them. His smile fell once he remembered someone in the second floor waiting for them.

“Kikoru, go wash your hands. Dinner is almost ready.” He instructed the child.

The little blond girl nodded before running to the nearest bathroom, leaving the adults in a somewhat solemn silence.

Hikari looked at her husband before asking. “How is Akira?”

Isao sighed softly, turning and walking to the stairs being followed by his wife. “As well a he can be.” Informed the man with his gravel voice. “He hasn’t stopped watching videos of the defense force fighting Kaijus.”

Hikari smiled slightly at that. Akira has always wanted to learn how to kill kaijus and the boy absorbs information like a sponge. Suddenly her smile dimmed. There was only one thing stopping him from doing it.

Once in the second floor Isao knocked on the big brown door before opening it. “Akira, your mother is here.” He announced.

Hikari breathed deeply before putting on a wide smile in her face. “Where is my handsome boy?” She exclaimed cheerfully as she entered the room.

The boy behind the desk, who was previously watching a hologram of a kaiju, gave her a big smile as his eyes brightened. “Mama.”

The little blond boy pushed himself from the table and moved around the table to greet his mother. Once the desk was no longer in his way Hikari saw a sight that repeatedly breaks her heart. Her son rolling his wheel chair towards her.

She kneeled before her son once he was close and gave him a warm hug. The type only a mother can give.

“I saw the news today. You were awesome mom.” Murmured the boy in his mother’s shoulder.

She released him and put a hand on his cheek, caressing the tiniest of scars underneath his eye. A cut long healed and barely visible. But for her, it could as well have been a big sigh in bold red letters as a reminder.

The day she was to late to protect her precious baby boy.

“Did you think so?” She asked softly.

The blond boy nodded his head eagerly. “I know so.” He affirmed. “Do you think some day I can be as cool as you?”

Hikari widened her smile, ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest and the sting in her eyes. “I know you will.”

Isao watched with well hidden solemnly from the door. It hasn’t been that long since the accident, the regenerative tissue and his young body still have time to heal correctly. The boy just needs a little push.

Nock nock

The nocking in the door brought back General Isao from memory lane. He looked up from the screen of his computer, that displayed a picture of his family when they where still complete, and closed the computer. “Come in” he announced.

From the door came in a young man with blond hair and amber eyes, tall and muscular yet lean. His enforcer suit looks pristine clean, like a car recently cleaned.

The young enforcer carried two suitcases and put them gently on the floor once in front of the desk. The metal of the case clanged quite loudly due to its weigh.

“As requested general Shinomiya.” Informed the soldier standing straight.

Isao paused for a second looking at those eyes similar to his, and most importantly, the tiny scar below the left eye. Only now visible thanks to the rays of sun coming through the floor to ceiling windows.

“Very well.” He said as he stood up, walking around the desk and towards the exit. “Let’s pay a certain kaiju a visit.” The clang of metal was sing enough that the boy was following his steps.

The old man couldn’t help but watched through the side of his eye their reflection in the hall’s windows.

To think that the little boy came this far.

The same boy with round cheeks and big doe eyes now lost al that baby fat, giving a sharp look.

Akira inherited most things from his father. From his height to the way he walks.

And he thought he looked more like his mother when he was a kid.

Talking about kids. They’re about to meet the youngest Shinomiya after months of not seeing each other.

He wonders how much she has grown.