Reincarnated as Godzilla? God of Destruction

Episode 1; Prologue

((WARNING!! THIS STORY IS FOR 18+ IT WILL HAVE BAD LANGUAGE, GORE, TALK OF DEATH, DEATH, AND MAYBE SOME LEMONS AND TRAUMA AND OTHER. THIS STORY IS NOT FOR KIDS, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVICE!!))

((WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS, MENTIONS OF DRUGS AND MENTION OF LIME, AND RAPE. TURN AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS))

Not many people know how lucky they that they have a roof on they're heads and food to eat. Few people can say that it was nothing much really, something that almost everyone as.

Keyword being almost.

There are always people out of the streets, those that don't have clean clothes or sit in the sidewalk asking for money always get the short end of the stick. Either because they couldn't pay they're things in time, or something else, these people became homeless.

Some of them are children as well.

Either because they were left in the streets or who's family became homeless, or simply because they ran away from they're home. Children were sometimes a rare thing in the streets.

Arata was one of the few children that were in the streets sadly.

He really didn't know his parents, hell he didn't know if he had any, but he really didn't care of they were alive or had a change in heart and decided to come looking for him. Since he could remember he grown up in a small orphanage. When he asked questions about his mother no one new, at least that's what he thought.

From what he could figure out he was the son of a woman who gave herself to men. He couldn't really remember what the one of the caretaker said but it was somewhere along the lines of a 'whore' or something like that. At first he didn't know what that meant but as time flew by and he grew up he finally realized what that meant.

Of course one may ask why is a kid like himself doing in the streets? Simple really, he ran away. He didn't really have a reason for it other than the looks of pity, but more so disgust, from a couple of the caretakers and the teasing and bullying from the other kids.

And besides that? Well he kinda saw a documentary, or was it a movie? He really couldn't remember, about someone becoming poor and slowly gaining a life. And he thought in trying it.

Idiotic but he really didn't care.

Soon he figured out how hard it was to survive, at least in the small town that he lived in. But he slowly figured out how to survived in the streets. Grabbing whatever fresh food he could find, and fighting for said fresh food if there were some animals, as well as staying away from the other homeless adults.

Safe to say that Arata didn't trust them not one bit. Simply put he didn't know what they would do. When people are hungry or anything else they will become desperate or unreasonable, so he made sure to say away from them.

That's how it became for him until his nine birthday.

While doing one of his usual things, like rummaging through the garbage looking for something to eat, he heard the sound of chatter. As far as he knew he was in the very far side of the tow and there was barely any homeless here, and those that were where always hold people or just animals. However the voices didn't sound like one of the hold people, that caught his curiosity.

He pondered for a long while thinking if he should investigate the voices. He shrug to himself before he went towards the sound of voices. He really didn't have anything to loose.

That's where he found two guys exchanging drugs. At the time he really didn't know it was drugs, just some powder stuff. He watched as the guy that had the drugs leave before he came out of hiding before walking towards the one who delivered the drugs.