Trust

Chapter 1

This was probably going to be one of the worst ideas she's ever had, but she honestly couldn't take it anymore. Hearing over and over, the same obnoxious attempts to flirt from this asshole as they battled it out time and time again. Hell, even outside of battle, he would yell out "Give me your number!" every time he saw her. What did that even mean?!

It was clear this alien cyborg didn't take her seriously, didn't take their fights seriously and it would be enough to break even the strongest of patience. It certainly has gotten on her very last nerve.

"Maybe after I'm done beating your ass out here," he had said after slashing at her with a claw. "We can bring the action into the bedroom."

She finally snapped and without thinking: "Shut up! Shut! UP!! I'll go out with you if you just shut the hell up!"

...

The silence that followed was almost as intense as their battle. The blue cyborg across from her tilted his head slightly, visibly taken aback that she actually said that. But she doesn't back down from her bluff; one of them was going to fold and it's not going to be her. Foolish and immature? Perhaps, certainly not something her mother would've done.

"What?"

"You heard me," Mothra continued. "Going on and on about 'showing me a good time', how about you actually DO it?"

She was expecting, hoping, that he would immediately deny her, admit that he was just messing around. But instead, she heard him let out a laugh.

"You're serious?"

She was dead serious, and he knew it. He never actually had any real interest in her, and his taunts were just that: taunts, meant to agitate her. It was funny, hearing the increasing anger in her voice as she kept telling him to shut up and fight. Really, she only encouraged him by saying that. But the idea that she would actually accept his 'offers' never crossed his mind and for a moment, he had no idea how to respond. She was bluffing, surely, but does he call her on it?

Well, of course he has to. This has become a game between them, and he was not going to be the one that backpedals. Who knows, maybe it could be fun.

"Alright then, babe," Gigan chuckled, straightening out from his fighting position. "My bedroom, or yours?"

"No," she told him firmly, her mind scrambling to avoid THAT fate. "We're going to do this properly. You want me so bad, take me out on a date first." Ha! Now the stupid cyborg definitely had to back down first! Surely, he would never-

"A date?" Gigan responded with a combination of disbelief and amusement. Well, now she definitely had his curiosity and still not backing down, he stepped closer. She doesn't move from where she hovered. "Where to?"

"I don't know," Mothra told him. Shit, she's losing it! "You're taking me, so wherever you think I'll have a good time."

Gigan watched her for a moment. She really was being serious, wasn't she? Alright then, he'll bite. He wasn't exactly sure what SHE would find fun, probably something boring like the beach or something. Nah, he had better ideas on where to go to have fun, and he already had one in mind.

"Tell me, how often have you actually travelled off this pathetic little mudball?"

It was Mothra's turn to tilt her head and she would narrow her eyes if she could. He's an alien, so of course he would want to go somewhere off the planet. But... "Never. I can't fly into space, so whatever you have in mind isn't going to work."

Just keep being difficult, he'll give up eventually.

"Don't be so sure, babe," Gigan pressed. "Anyway, there is this one bar I like to go to."