Part 16: The Song of MothraOutside of KyotoThe streets, relatively clear of traffic in Tokyo, had gotten emptier and emptier as they proceeded west. By the time they were in Kyoto, they found a ghost city. “As far as we can figure out, the monster has made it’s way to the west of Kyoto. Which is perfect for us. We’ll sacrifice you to the Herald of God on the verandah of Kiyomizudera Temple,” the cult leader Shoko Jigokuryu explained.
“I still think you’re an idiot.” grumbled Koharu.
“Hey, what if I told you I wasn’t a virgin!” Sayumi exclaimed. Both Koharu and the cult-leader looked at her in surprise. “But you’re just 17!” cried Koharu.
“Umm… you’re right. I guess I’m not a very good liar,” admitted Sayumi.
They rounded a corner and saw the temple ahead of them. On a park bench on their right, they saw an aged couple sitting together, the first people they had seen in the entire city. They sat there together, gazing at the trees. The old man had his arm over the woman’s shoulders, and both of them had a look of melancholy happiness on their faces.
The van stopped at the temple car park. The cult leader opened up a duffle bag. “Put these on,” he said. “I can’t sacrifice you girls while you’re wearing those street clothes.”
“But… but these are our Rainbow Pink outfits!” exclaimed Sayumi.
“Wonderful powers of observation they’ve taught you in Morning Musume, Sayumi,” said the cult leader. “In the old days, virgins would dress in robes of purest white linen while being sacrificed. I’ve decided to update things a bit – I can’t think of anything more pure and untainted than your Rainbow Pink costumes.”
Koharu glared at the cult leader. “Pervert,” she spit out. “How can we be pure and untainted sacrifices if we let a dirty old man like you look at us while changing? Untie us and leave us alone in the van,” she ordered.
The cult leader thought a moment, then untied the girls and stepped out of the van with his minions. The girls quickly changed. When she was finished, Koharu discretely picked up a glass bottle that one of the cult minions had left in the van and tucked it underneath the ruffles of her pink skirt.
The girls stepped out of the van. The cult leader looked the girls up and down. He gave a sigh. “When God sees that we are willing to sacrifice that which is purest and most dearest to us, he will surely tell his Herald to show mercy on humanity. You girls will be the Isaac and I will be Abraham of the new age of God,” he said.
The girls were herded out onto the wide verandah of the temple. To the shock of the girls, instead of the famous view of the beautiful city of Kyoto, the verandah looked over a landscape of burnt ash. The girls shivered in horror as a small black dot on the horizon slowly grew bigger and bigger.
The cult leader looked at them sadly, and unsheaved a shiny tanto dagger. Sayumi looked at the horizon. “When I was a kid, my mom used to tell me stories,” she whispered. “She said that in times of trouble, a guardian angel would look over me. She even taught me a song about it.” She sang in a soft voice,
“Mothra O Mothra
If we were to call for help
Over time
Over sea
Like a wave you'd come
Our guardian angel!”
Koharu joined Sayumi as they repeated the song. Presently, a gust of wind hit the girls. But instead of coming from the direction of Gojira, it came from behind them. The girls looked back. From the distance, they saw a large airplane approach. As it came closer, the girls realized that it wasn’t a normal plane. It had a large body and bright multi-colored wings. It let out a loud piercing screech.
“That’s Mothra! My mom’s stories were true! Mothra is here to save us!” cried Sayumi.
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