Okay, so who saw this one coming? *crickets* It's Ehrye! Holy random, Batman!
*ahem* So a while ago, I was trying to write a story that was mostly a combination of this and Kopeke's oneshot, but it died slightly, and it was getting too long anyway. So I split them up. And here we are.
Next will be Nuju, probably, then I think Kopaka, and maybe one or two of the Mahri (or all of them). Again, if you have any requests just PM me or tell me in your review. Either is good.
Thanks for reading, and please review! Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
*Disclaimer: Bionicle belongs to Lego, and the song "All You Wanted" belongs to Michelle Branch.*


If you want to, I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside, so busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares.


Ehrye—All You Wanted

Ehrye glared up at the statue in front of him. It was of Matoro's Mahri form, which he'd never seen in person but apparently it was such a good likeness of him that sometimes Toa Hahli (Toa!) would jump when she saw it, thinking she'd stumbled on a ghost.

Yet another reason for Ehrye to hate Matoro.

The two Matoran had never gotten along. Ehrye thought Matoro was too shy and incompetent, and Matoro thought Ehrye was a jerk.

Ehrye hung his head a little. He was a jerk. He was the biggest jerk Mata Nui had ever seen.

When Matoro had been alive, Ehrye had always been bullying him, bothering him, calling him names—you name it, Ehrye probably did it. He even threw snowballs at his window. He'd eventually had to stop because Toa Kopaka threatened to kick him out of Ko-Koro if he didn't. But no one knew why he'd been so dead set against Matoro.

Jealousy. Pure, straight-up jealously was what drove Ehrye. He wanted what Matoro had: a stable job, a good boss who cared about his feelings, friends who didn't just look at him as a way into the 'in' crowd. He wanted to have people around him who liked him for him and who cared enough to ask how he was every now and then. And for some reason, everyone adored Matoro. They thought it was cute how shy and insecure he was. It drove Ehrye crazy! What happened to 'girls like the bad boys?'

To tell the truth, when he'd heard that Matoro was dead, a small part of him had secretly been happy. It would mean that people might forget about him, he thought. But NO. Mata Nui obviously hated him even more than Matoro did, because now there was a huge statue commemorating him in the middle of his Metru, specifically designed so that no one would ever forget about Matoro until the end of time!

"Mata Nui curse it, Matoro," Ehrye grumbled, "you always knew how to make my life a living Karzhani."

Something caught his eye and he looked to see a small statuette of Matoro's Matoran form next to the statue's foot. He sneered. Kopeke, no doubt. The boring carver probably made it to feel better. Ehrye should smash it, just to spite him!

His hand was raised to do just that when he paused. The statuette's eyes seemed to be looking right at him, saying "Please, don't."

Ehrye was so taken aback that he took an involuntary step backwards. He shook his head. It's just a dumb statue, he thought, but nevertheless he didn't try to strike it again.

Another glance at its eyes and Ehrye could have sworn they were asking him a question. "Why?" they seemed to say. "Why, Ehrye?"

"I don't know!" he yelled at it. "Leave me alone! You stupid, useless Turaga's pet! I hate you! You got everything I wanted, even though I worked really hard!" There were tears in his eyes that were slowly choking his voice, but he ignored them and just kept shouting, unaware of the strange looks he was getting from passing Matoran. He poured everything he'd been keeping back for the past thousand years into it. "Everyone just loved you! You didn't have to do anything, and you had people going, 'Aww, he's so damn sweet!' It drove me crazy! And now you're dead, and there's this dumb statue here and everyone misses you! Well you know something Matoro? Everyone dies someday, and who's gonna mourn me? Huh? Who? Nobody, that's who! Because everyone hates me, but they all think you're the greatest thing since sliced Bula berry!" He broke down, his voice choked with sobs, tears streaming down his mask. "Nobody loves me, everybody hates me…and I hate you!" Falling to his knees, Ehrye buried his face in his hands and sobbed. "Y-you…you got everything…without even trying…all I wanted…was someone to love me…c-care for me…cry if I died…is th-that so much to ask?

"I know I went about it a stupid way…I should've talked to you and been nicer to you…but I wasn't thinking. Jealousy makes you do dumb things. I should've told you how I felt. But I didn't." He hung his head. "I'm the stupid one, Matoro. I'm so, so sorry. I wish you were here. I wish there was a way for you to forgive me." Placing a hand on Matoro's name carved into the statue's base, he whispered, "I wish there was a way for me to forgive myself."

Ehrye felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into the eyes of Turaga Nuju. "T-Turaga," he stuttered, standing. "What—?"

He was cut off by a shake of the head and was suddenly pulled into a hug. The Matoran began sobbing into Nuju's shoulder. "I just...I just wanted..." Nuju made soothing cooing noises and patted his back. He would've said something to comfort the distressed Matoran, but he knew Ehrye wouldn't understand. Finally, Ehrye was all cried out. He thanked Nuju, who nodded and left, continuing on his way. Laying his hand back on Matoro's name, Ehrye whispered, "Thanks, Matoro," and left too, leaving his jealously behind him.