1 Reborn?

"And Gosura absolutely destroys the opposition with a skull shattering right hook!" The announcer screamed out. Gosura, a 26-year-old man, had just won his 150th underground mixed martial arts match. He watched as the opponent was taken away to the medical facilities available nearby, clenching his fist as he got off the stage. He was unsatisfied.

Gosura had three activities he loved to do, they were his passions, his way of feeling alive in this world. Gosura's first hobby was fighting, he loved feeling the adrenaline flowing through his vein, the taste of blood in his mouth, and the vibrations through is fist upon contact. It feels better than a cool sip of beer. It also allowed him to earn a lot of money for his other two hobbies.

Offstage Gosura was drying up with a towel after washing off the blood and sweat. Once he got some pants on, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." The door opened and a woman with black hair black eye walked in. She was wearing an expensive suit that tightly "concealed" her hourglass figure.

"Here's your payout. People were really hoping you would lose this time. You made way more than you usually would." The woman exclaimed while handing a check with more than enough zero's written down on it.

"Thanks, Silk. Hey, after this, why don't we get lunch together." Silica was the one who would manage Gosura's winnings. She had done so for about 3 years. At this point, it seems that she had practically become his manager for these matches.

She looks at him, not hiding the pity she felt for him in her eyes. "Sorry, I'm going to meet up with my boyfriend for lunch later."

"Yikes, no need to say anymore, when is my next match?" Gosura never had any luck when it came to his love life. His looks were average and thanks to his second hobby, his love to train and push his body beyond limits, the only thing he had going for himself was his beaten and bruised muscles. Thanks to his luck, the few women who might be interested in him were often already taken.

"In three weeks." Silica replied. "That will give you enough time to heal up and get even stronger... don't worry too much about romance Gosu, you still have time. You will find someone perfect for you."

"Thanks, and when that happens, I'll nag you about how perfect she is before and after every match." Gosura joked.

"Damn right you will, see you around Gosu."

"Yeah, see ya around Silk." Silica left the room, Gosura watching her leave, had the strangest feeling that he might not see her again. He shrugged it of, packed up, then headed home.

"Not the first time but damn that hurts!" He thought, as his heart felt heavy from that rejection. He made his way through the apartment complex, opened the door to his apartment and immediately flopped onto his bed. He was emotionally and physically exhausted. He then spotted a bento box on the corner of his room, "Huh, the munchkin entered my home again." The landowner had a daughter that would often cook and deliver food to him. He didn't know why, and he found it annoying slightly annoying, though somewhat heartwarming "I'll eat it later."

"Should I work out this time? No, currently that would be counter-intuitive as I'm still recovering from the fight." Gosura would normally work out and train his body to heal from his rejections (yes multiple), as it was a great way for him to let out some steam and gain back some self-esteem. That's how it slowly became a hobby of his. He now passionately trains his body most weekdays for 2-3 hour in his own gym that he converted from an unused room. Though Sunday and Saturday are his days off from training as he needs to rest at some point.

Those days also serve a different purpose other than rest and relaxation. They were the days he invested into his third hobby.

Gosura got up and took out a CD the cover containing the image of a massive lizard breathing out a fiery blue blast. Gosura was a huge "Giant Monster" fanatic. His favorite being everything related to Godzilla. The CD was a copy of Godzilla: Final Wars. He wanted to watch it again, as this was not his first time. The reason why was because he really liked Monster X. Gosura love the human/dragon hybrid look and thought the bone like armor was cool. He was disappointed when X was revealed that to be a Ghidorah, not that he hated Ghidorah, but he felt X by itself had the potential to join the big 5 of the Godzilla Universe(Godzilla, Ghidorah, Rodan, Mothra, & Mecha Godzilla).

As he was watching the movie, he heard a loud sound and a bunch of screaming near the exit of his apartment. He immediately calls 911 (police) and goes off to find the source of the noise. Yeah, he was running towards the gun shot.

Once he got out of his apartment, Gosura saw a man outside with a shotgun, bloodshot eyes, sweat and blood covering his clothes. The man looked back at Gosura.

"YOU! HEHE, I FINALLY FOUND YOU!" The crazed man screamed, "ALL MY MONEY, YOU TOOK IT! YOU TOOK MY MONEY! I WILL FINALLY GET IT BACK!" The shotgun points at him and fires away. Gosura's body became riddled with bullets, though the shotgunner's aim was off, Gosura's left arm along with the left side of his body was bleeding profusely. Instead of screaming, he smiled. He was somewhat used to pain, this was nothing compared to how hard he got beaten before he became a pro. If anything, this was the first time in a while he felt challenged. As the crazed man was reloading, Gosura forced his body to move, albeit sluggishly, toward the crazed man. The man saw this and, as if to taunt him, moved back every time Gosura got close.

"I lost all my money because of you, now you will pay by losing your life! Do you regret it now? Taking MY money? No?" The man laughed as he continued, "Guess what, I killed three other people just to find to you! Your money thieving bitch with her boyfriend, man did her white knight struggle to fight back. Then the landowner, she wouldn't tell me where you lived, I blew her head off. That what brought you here to me!." Gosura's eyes' flared, but he stayed steady. He couldn't afford to lose his cool.

At this point, several people had come outside but were watching from a great distance. Though there was one girl, about 16 years old, who was watching this with a clenched fist and tears flowing out of her eyes. Out of nowhere, during the villain's monologue, the teenager bolted forwards tackling the psychopath. Flustered, but still standing, the crazed man tried to turn around and kick/punch the girl away, probably so he could shoot her without blasting himself.

But her grip was secure, Gosura used this to his advantage and hit the crazed man with his signature right hook knocking the man down. He then knelt down and furiously beat the man with his right hand, killing the psycho in the process. Gosura then looked at the girl, who he recognized as the land owner's daughter. The girl who would constantly make him food or invite him to eat with her and her mother (the landowner). "Oh, her mother is dead." he thought. He looked at her and spoke.

"I'm sorry." The girl heard this, knelt down next to him and began to cry again.

"I-It's not your f-fault."

"I see, thank you." Gosura then fell backwards, flat onto the ground, he was bleeding to death. As he was fainting he heard "Not you too," and "love you" Being repeated over and over again. Then it dawned on him. "Oh, she liked me." He smiled as he thought, if she was 5 years older, then he might have considered it. Gosura's last words were, "Forget about me, please?" As per usual, Gosura was bad with girls. At least he ain't a pedo.

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"So, this is hell?" Gosura observed the empty white space he was floating in. He was somewhat involved in the darker side of society after all, hell was to be expected.

"Nope, right now, you are in limbo." A *&$#@ appeared and spoke.

"Why," He asked while looking at the *&$#@.

"Because I wanted you to be. I'm the god of this realm after all."

"You look like a *&$#@, but you're a god. I find this hard to believe." Gosura spoke out as he gave the *&$#@ a once over.

"Hai, please don't make fun of my form. I'm so embarrassed by it that I even censored it out," said the *&$#@, while thinking, "Totally not for the sake of convenience or to let the readers imagination do all the hard work, nope, not at all."

"What was that at the end? Censored what?"

"Oh, nothing important." The god replied whilst whistling.

"Your form isn't that bad, it's actually quite cute." Gosura comforted the *&$#@.

"Really?" The god's round eyes look at Gosura with hope.

"Yep, I bet all the ladies..." Gosura paused and thought for a moment, "All the goddesses would want to canoodle you in their supple breasts. Are there other gods out there?" He finished while nodding sagely. This got a laugh out of *&$#@.

"You know what, I really like you. I will grant one wish of yours. Almost anything you desire." The *&$#@ promised with enthusiasm., but quickly frowned saying, "Sorry, even if I tried to revive your friends it wouldn't work as it's outside my jurisdiction."

"But aren't you "the god of this realm"?" Gosura quotes.

"Yes, but instead of spending the 100 god years it normally takes to set up a good reincarnation cycle, I signed up on Trunk-sama's offer and let him handle it. It was what most gods were doing at the time, and I was young and lazy." The *&$#@, rubbed it's head, "Nothing against Truck-sama, pretty chill god, but really eccentric"

"I wish for my wish to be given to the landlord's daughter." That girl had gone through to much, she needed a brake. But that seemed to be the wrong answer, as god stare at him with some frustration.

"Fine, but you sill have to make a wish! I'm trying to give you a cheat, ya know, you're being reincarnated after all."

"Oh, but why, I did't cure cancer or save the world."

"I'm a god! I do what I want, and I want you to have the cheat, simple as that. I just feel that you will the the one that provides me the most amount of entertainment!" *&$#@ spoke, but immediately covered it's mouth, as if it was a tsundere whose true feeling just got exposed.

"Hmm?" Gosura's eyes narrowed, "Explain."

"Well, Trunk-sama allows us to empower one person every 10 god years, and watch them live their lives out in their new realm as a form of entertainment. We gods have a surprisingly large amount of free time once our realms have developed to a certain point."

"So being lazy wasn't the only reason huh? Well, I guess I want the powers/strengths of every kaiju ever made in fiction."

"I can grant that, but that much power at once will blow you up as soon as your born. Still want it?"

"Hell no... but what if you made it so I have the potential to have that much power?"

"Hmm, I can work with that." Then the *&$#@ jiggled and danced around for a bit as if he was forming a ritual. "Aaaand done. Now off you go, and I hope you live happily and finally get a well endowed girlfriend." After getting a thumbs up from the god, Gosura was then rocketed off, as he felt his conscience fade.

The next time he awoke he found himself surrounded by ruble only to then witness a giant orange fox "kaiju" destroying a village. All Gosura could think of at the time was, "I want to fight that."

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(Bonus Scene)

Roughly four years had passed on earth since Gosura died, Maribell had returned home from managing the apartments. An empty home with no one to welcome her back, no one to celebrate her birthday with. She goes up to a picture of her mother first, and talks about what has been happen to her for the past four years. Totally not for the sake of plot, she began to speak.

She spoke about how she graduated high school, how she had officially take over her mother's business, how the business was failing due to being the place where such a gruesome crime had happen.

"You are probably disappointed at the fact that I still haven't moved on, I bet you're yelling at me from heaven to sell the business and go to college." Maribell chuckled at that thought, she then got up and knelt in front of a picture of Gosura, a picture she had taken sneakily, when she had invited him over for dinner.

"It's been four years huh, and I still haven't forgotten. Ironically, those words made me remember you even more... Did you know, I planned to confess to you when I turned eighteen. You wouldn't be able to use the excuse of me being underage because I even had my mom's permission (Japanese consent laws), though only after she thoroughly tested you in secrete. Hehe, and you didn't even notice."

Tears began to form, as she continues her exposition.

"Hai, look at me, still the obsessed little love struck girl who kept feeding you for no reason at all. I haven't grown, I haven't moved on... I haven't forgotten. I'm pathetic." She clenched her first, "Now, I wish I had another chance, a chance to confess to you again."

Out of nowhere, a voice spoke out in her head, "Wish granted, let's see how good your memory really is, heheh. Also brace for impact!"

Not that the warning did much, as the confused Maribell was smash into by a large semi truck that had ripped through the wall as if it were a piece of paper.