He met her during a flight to Tokyo from Fuji. He was called in during
some emergency and saw here while they circled the city, right before
landing. Gamera had met her several years before, when she was just a
young awkward caterpillar, but now she had metamorphosized into a
beautiful and elegant moth. Mothra was called in as well to help save
the city from its latest threat, a giant three headed creature from
Mars named Gideon. Mothra and Gamera worked in tandem that night,
helping each other detain and eventually destroy the Martian creature,
all the while stealing glances at each other.
When the fight had ended the two awkwardly said goodbye. The
conversation was really each of the two professing how much they
admired the other. "You really have a knack with breathing fire," she
would say. "And that ray that shoots out of your antennae is
unstoppable," he would proclaim. Finally after a few minutes of
conversational stumbling, he got up enough nerve to ask her for her
number.
A year passed and the two were involved in what most would consider a
serious relationship. She had left Okinawa for the main island and he
had come down from Fuji to be with her. The past year held a lot of
memories. Gizora the two headed mutant squirrel was defeated, they
helped exile the giant land shark of southern Australia, Metzu the
half, devil ray, half orangutan was beaten back into the ocean, and
the coastline was saved from satellite laser attack by the evil Dr.
Nejin. In short, they shared some moments.
For the most part, the two seemed very happy. She was affectionate
and attentive, he was protective and chivalrous. The thoughts on the
philosophical concept of love didn't even enter into his head until a
night they sat alone after another successful protection of the Tokyo
city proper. He had always heard that, "love is a two way street."
However he thought about the analogy and it didn't seem to fit. He
understood it well enough, love needs to be reciprocal in order to
work, that part he understood. It was just the ability to trust
whether the love was truly being reciprocated or if it was just an
act. He could never be _sure_ that she loved him; he could only assume
it through her actions and words. Is that enough to base your life on,
he thought. Why is it that love seems so vulnerable, so secret, and so
unproven.
Regardless, he relished it. He felt love for her, and if she even
felt a fraction of what he did, things would work out. He reached his
flipper over and touched her shiny chitinous exoskeleton and she
leaned over and winked a segmented eye at him. They were sitting
quietly, watching the sun go down on the beach, some burning wreckage
was creating a beautiful sunset. A nearby overturned car played
Morcheba's "Blindfold." The cold sea breeze picked up. They sat in
silence, relishing the moment, love, for at least the moment, was in
the air.
some emergency and saw here while they circled the city, right before
landing. Gamera had met her several years before, when she was just a
young awkward caterpillar, but now she had metamorphosized into a
beautiful and elegant moth. Mothra was called in as well to help save
the city from its latest threat, a giant three headed creature from
Mars named Gideon. Mothra and Gamera worked in tandem that night,
helping each other detain and eventually destroy the Martian creature,
all the while stealing glances at each other.
When the fight had ended the two awkwardly said goodbye. The
conversation was really each of the two professing how much they
admired the other. "You really have a knack with breathing fire," she
would say. "And that ray that shoots out of your antennae is
unstoppable," he would proclaim. Finally after a few minutes of
conversational stumbling, he got up enough nerve to ask her for her
number.
A year passed and the two were involved in what most would consider a
serious relationship. She had left Okinawa for the main island and he
had come down from Fuji to be with her. The past year held a lot of
memories. Gizora the two headed mutant squirrel was defeated, they
helped exile the giant land shark of southern Australia, Metzu the
half, devil ray, half orangutan was beaten back into the ocean, and
the coastline was saved from satellite laser attack by the evil Dr.
Nejin. In short, they shared some moments.
For the most part, the two seemed very happy. She was affectionate
and attentive, he was protective and chivalrous. The thoughts on the
philosophical concept of love didn't even enter into his head until a
night they sat alone after another successful protection of the Tokyo
city proper. He had always heard that, "love is a two way street."
However he thought about the analogy and it didn't seem to fit. He
understood it well enough, love needs to be reciprocal in order to
work, that part he understood. It was just the ability to trust
whether the love was truly being reciprocated or if it was just an
act. He could never be _sure_ that she loved him; he could only assume
it through her actions and words. Is that enough to base your life on,
he thought. Why is it that love seems so vulnerable, so secret, and so
unproven.
Regardless, he relished it. He felt love for her, and if she even
felt a fraction of what he did, things would work out. He reached his
flipper over and touched her shiny chitinous exoskeleton and she
leaned over and winked a segmented eye at him. They were sitting
quietly, watching the sun go down on the beach, some burning wreckage
was creating a beautiful sunset. A nearby overturned car played
Morcheba's "Blindfold." The cold sea breeze picked up. They sat in
silence, relishing the moment, love, for at least the moment, was in
the air.
