Bear with me, guys and gals - it's been a long time since I've done a non-pervy fanfic.
Morning Musume vs. Godzilla
Warning: This fanfic contains lots of violence and lots and lots of death. Heck, it's a Godzilla fic!
The story so far (up to Part 16: The Song of Mothra)
While shooting an idol video on a desert island off the coast of Thailand, Aichan is captured by a giant ape. He defends her from the hostile monsters of the island, but is later captured and brought back to Japan, where Tsunku wants to turn him into an idol. Meanwhile, ships start disappearing across the world under mysterious circumstances. The cause is revealed when a giant monster, dubbed 'Gojira' by the media, appears in Okinawa. In less than a day, it destroys the entire island, killing over a million people. The Prime Minister of Japan decides to explode a nuclear device over the monster. The monster survives and makes its way to the Island of Kyushu. In a desperate move, the world's nuclear powers drop the equivalent of 5 million Hiroshima bombs on Kyushu. This fails to stop the monster.
A secret Japanese government agency called NERV recruits the three young girls of Viyuden in what it sees as humanity's last hope against Gojira: the EVA program. Piloting giant robots, the girls join with three martial artists in a last ditch assault on the monster. The EVAs succeed in pushing the monster back to the remains of Hiroshima, but in the process, Sakuraba's EVA is seriously damaged. In a subsequent attack, Saku and Fujita are killed by the monster. Yui and Erika are severely injured, and Yoshida sacrifices his life to distract the monster and give Rika time to carry her team-mates off the battlefield. Safe in NERV's underground HQ, Rika confronts Ikari, but never realizes the true nature of the shadowy organization.
Meanwhile, Koharu and Sayumi are kidnapped by the leader of a religious cult who plans to sacrifice them to appease Godzilla's wrath. They arrive at a ruined Kyoto. Before being sacrificed, Sayumi sings an ancient song. Suddenly, a strange wind blows...
Prelude
Tokyo, the present
“That sure was a tiring rehearsal, wasn’t it, Kohachan?” asked Sayumi Michishige as she and Koharu Kusumi walked out of the dressing room and made their way to the Hello! Project staff lounge.
“Yes, it was… hey, what’s going on?” exclaimed Koharu Kusumi as she entered the lounge.
The Hello! Project staff sat silent, crowded in front of a television. The two girls joined the staff as a television anchorwoman droned on in a grave tone.
“Today, conservative members of the US Congress angrily protested Iran’s possible role in the mysterious disappearance yesterday of the Carrier Battle Group Abraham Lincoln off the Straits of Hormuz. They warned that such an act of aggression could lead to a war with the Islamic Republic. A spokesperson of the Iranian Foreign Ministry denied that the Iranian military had any role in the disappearance of the ships, which included one of several American nuclear-powered aircraft carriers in the Gulf. The spokesperson did note that significant concentrations of depleted uranium, an element used in many types of American munitions, were found on the Iranian coast near the last known location of the Battle Group.”
Koharu hugged herself, feeling goosebumps on her arms. “That’s scary…”, she whispered to herself.
“C’mon, Kohachan, this is really making me nervous. Can’t we all just learn to live together in peace?” said Sayumi, pulling Koharu along.
Meanwhile… Off the Andaman Coast of Thailand
“We’ve already got such great footage already, Tsunku. Why do we have to go to this new island?” asked Ai Takahashi.
“Because, Aichan, the locals say that this island has legendary wildlife, and that humans have never set foot on it before. It would make for even better footage for your new Idol Video,” explained Tsunku.
“Tsunku, if humans have never set foot on it before, how can anybody know of the legendary wildlife?! And besides, the locals probably have good reasons for refusing to take us there on their boats,” said the young idol.
“Whatever… Quit arguing. I got us a boat, and besides, we’re already more than half-way there,” replied the producer, as he sat on the rocking motorboat. “At the very least, you’ll get a chance to relax a bit. Look, we can see it already!”
Tsunku pointed forward. Aichan squinted, as a dot appeared on the horizon. The small boat sped forward, packed with video production crew.
Aichan sighed. Tsunku did have a point. Even if the island wasn’t as beautiful as the locals claimed, it would be one last restful diversion before she had to return to the hectic pace of Tokyo.
(To be continued)