Hello and welcome back to the new rewritten story. The first few chapters will be posted every week, depending on my work schedule. The first few pictures are only a bit rewritten, enjoy and let me know about criticism.
"Do you think you´re something special? Being the Translator of a man who won't even speak our language?" a pale hand shot out and grabbed the thin throat, smiling at him. Ehrye smashed him against the wall behind them. "You´re just a pathetic excuse and everyone will be better without you! Even your beloved Turaga is having you around him out of pity!" he dug the nails deep in his wrist as the higher man let him fall.
"You can't run away from the truth! Matoro! You are a failure, accept it!" Ehrye smirked. "Just do us all a favour and disappear forever!"
Once Ehrye turned his back on him, he decided to get away. At first, he thought to just walk outside and freeze in the cold of Ko-Metru. But this was not enough. Matoro knew what to do.
He walked to the small hut he owned, just remembering there was a meeting with the Turaga. When he went inside, Matoro walked to the kitchen, grabbing a large knife on his way. He got them as a welcome present from Kopeke. He was not much of a cook but kept them.
With a sigh, he put the sleeve higher and looked at his scarred skin. Matoro would lie if he said he never hurt himself, he was a hunter too after all. "Just do us all a favour and kill yourself!" he heard and started to cry again. Ehrye always made his life hell and now he was about to let him win. He sat on the kitchen ground and cried, always looking at the knife. He felt pathetic, Kopeke always told him what an awesome person he was but he still didn't believe it.
He had no self-esteem left.
The blade crisscrossed his skin, making it bleed more and more. Matoro smiled as he dragged it around, it hurt and made him dizzy. Ehrye words where once more in his head as he rammed it through his left wrist. "Shut up!" he begged and let his hands fall to the side, crying. "Just leave me alone!" he whispered and closed his eyes. "What else can I do?" he wondered as the door opened. "Matoro?" hearing him made him regret that he gave the key to Kopeke.
Steps only stopped before him as the blue-haired man looked up. "The hell?" he heard the frantic voice of Kopeke who knelt beside him. "Matoro!" the older man smiled. "It's okay Kopeke! I just do something everyone thinks is the best!" he rolled his head back and let out a sigh. "Tell Nuju for me, it's what everyone anticipated and-!" he smiled. "Thank Ehrye I'm glad he opened my eyes!" with that he passed out due the blood loss.
"What am I going to do?" he nearly panicked as another knock was on the door. He opened it in the hope it was someone who could help. "Toa Kopaka?" he looked at the man with the black hair. "Kopeke?" he wondered as he saw the fear in his eyes. "Matoro… blood… kitchen!" he sat down and let the tears fall, he hated to be weak, shy was one thing but weak? "Dead?" this made the Ice Toa run in the kitchen as he looked at the hunched over figure. "Damn!" he knelt beside him and grabbed the hand where the knife was still inside. It didn't bleed that much. "Kopeke!" he bellowed as the other one came inside. "Yes?"
"I need to go to the healers, stay with him, I'm back in a few minutes!" without waiting for an answer he was gone and rushed over to the healer hut. The snow made it harder to run.
"Matoro what have you done?" he asked as looked at the still unconscious man before him. It felt like hours until Kopaka came back with a healer. "You have to wait outside!" the woman said and Kopeke nodded. "I will!"
As both men were in the bedroom of Matoro Kopeke sat on the bed. "What will we do? What if Matoro died? Will Ehrye be punished?" Kopaka looked at him. "What does it have to do with this moron?" "Matoro told me that he said that everyone wants to get rid of him that everyone would be happy without him!" Kopeke cried out and buried his face in his hands.
"Nobody would be happy! Matoro is the greatest person I know! I don't want him dead!" Kopaka placed his hand on the youngers shoulder. "We have to make sure to make him remember!"
"Toa Kopaka?" the healer said and walked to the room. "Matoro is stable, we will bring him to the Ko-Koro´s healing chambers. There we can take better care for him!" "Thank you, Healer Jana!" Kopaka thanked her and sighed in relief. "I need to talk to Turaga Nuju!" he said and placed a hand on his back hair. "He needs to be updated about the matters! You Kopeke should get home and lie down, you´re about to vomit they way you look!"
When Matoro woke up his whole body hurt, he didn't lie comfortably on the bed. "Damn!" he groaned and felt the tears in his eyes. "Damn, damn, damn!" he said like a Mantra and sat up. "Why?" "Calm down, boy!" he looked to the side and looked into Turaga Nuju´s eyes. "Matoro!" he said and put a hand on his shoulder. "Turaga?" he cried and looked away. "Kopeke told me everything!" "Ehrye is right, nobody needs me!" he answered and closed his eyes. "But he is so wrong! Matoro, you´re much needed and loved!" "But?" Nuju negated. "Matoro, losing you would tear a hole in all our hearts! You´re Kopeke´s best friend, Kopaka would miss you too, and me? Who do I have to talk to? Who would be willing to translate for me because people are not patient enough? We are all happy to have you!"
"Really?" he sobbed and the old man nodded. "Of course! I would not lie to you, my boy. You´re like my son and I would be damned if I let you go without a fight!" "Thank you Turaga Nuju!" he whispered getting tired. "Take a rest and tomorrow we will talk with each other!" "Thank you!" he whispered and closed his eyes, falling asleep in a few minutes.