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Ichi and Gigan get nakey and get freaky while they makey babey
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Jk, I just wanted to have the settings n stuff set up while I finish an actual chapter tomorrow. Have short fluff tho
Ichi grunts loudly, the loud slam of the door he kicked open drowning his hard breathing out. He's pissed beyond belief, and want to rip someone's guts out.
It was supposed to be a normal day. He managed to get one of those things Mothra nagged him about. What was it...? Ah, a job. Many humans are scared of it, he hears. Regardless, he was shown around a place called a restaurant and shown how to serve customers. Simple and a large downgrade for someone like him, but at least the bills would be covered.
After the fact, he left to go tell Mothra. She was happy, of course. However, while talking, Ichi felt a horribly familiar feeling in his head. As far as he could remember, his vision blurred and his limbs felt limp and heavy. He heard Mothra scream, panicking and trying in vain to move his bigger self.
Ichi only felt so... so weak maybe twice on this planet. Once was when his and his brothers' body was being burned to ashes, and twice when this puny bug decided to mess with their head. He was only half listening at whatever Mothra was saying, having finally rolled him over on his back. The ringing in his ears overpowered whatever apology he could make out. Disgusting. Pitiful.
She found him pitiful. She pitied him.
Ichi stared at the ceiling, his mind trying to tune out everything and think of something else while the moment passed. Instead, he found only the fog in his memories that Mothra had created. He didn't get it.
How?
Memories from when he, Ni, and San were hatchlings – unaware and happy – were locked behind a thick barrier he could almost but not quite breach. But she swore to only cover up the violent memories. The ones that caused "too much hatred in their hearts." By that logic, would this memory be taken too? He felt plenty of hatred, yet not enough to snap her neck. Or maybe that was the reason for his ailment. Ichi felt hate, and he became weak.
Why was he so strong when he hated this planet? Why were he and his brothers causing fear in the hearts of others if hatred made them weak? They'd only lost once on this planet. They'd lost plenty of times on their home planet though. Were the others more hateful? Or were they like Mothra, pitiful and cruelly merciful?
"Ichi?"
He blinked, his breathing coming in faint yet ragged breaths. A mask of calm.
"I hate you."
The look was the worst part. The pity and the guilt as she nodded solemnly and brushed his hair out of his face. Ichi killed her friends and their bloodlines for fun, and she acted like this.
Then again, Ichi himself knew she was cruel by taking so much from him and with no way of reversing it but definite death. And he was not capable of that.
So, he left in a fit of anger from her territory, shoulder checking whatever poor saps Mothra had sheltered in her space. He spotted the traitor, Rodan, actually looking worried. And it made his blood boil. Was all of Earth this stupid? Did they get off from suffering because they forgive every psycho that lands there?
At last, he reached home. He stomps inside and throws himself on the couch, his breath coming out in short bursts as he grips a nearby pillow. Smothering himself in said pillow, Ichi's screams – and sobs he would never admit are there – are muffled. He doesn't notice Gigan awkwardly standing in the doorway, holding two cans of soda, watching the scene.
"Ahem," he clears his throat, getting Ichi's attention. "Are you... uh, what's... ugh, I suck ass at this... you wanna talk about it or... hug it out?"
Ichi refuses to bring attention to their tears in his eyes, nor does he want to seem desperate or vulnerable. Still, as of right now, he finds he needs it. Standing up, Ichi steps towards Gigan and lets himself be caught by the startled cyborg when he practically collapses on him.
"I'll take that as a no talking about it," Gigan attenpts to lighten the mood, trying to carry the taller being in his arms whilst holding the cans.
He manages to move back towards the couch where Ichi was, sitting down and letting Ichi get comfortable. It was a bit awkward, and Gigan could tell he'd be numb with the weight on his lap cutting off circulation to his legs, but it was worth it with how Ichi nuzzled into his neck and wrapped his arms around him.
They stayed like that for a while, not actually addressing the issues as long as there was comfort as a distraction. Ni and San eventually arrived at the scene, having left to get groceries. They didn't need an explanation, since they felt what Ichi did at the same time it went down. Getting paralyzed in the middle of the store wasn't fun, that's for sure. Both joined the cuddle pile, of course more so towards their eldest brother rather than Gigan.
For once, he let the moment not be about him.
At long last, the tension died down as the evening sun left and the moon came. Gigan looked over, seeing the triplets all asleep and snoring a little. He grinned, snapping a photo of them drooling before getting a blanket to cover them.
"Goodnight, you bastards," he shut the lights, and left to his room.