Hey, peepers! Happy Valentine's Day! –waves- Ready for the next chapter? Well, I guess if you weren't ready, you wouldn't be reading this, yes? Well, whatever. I'm gonna use the idea Nobility gave me! Go! Kogune!

Kogune: Bionicle is not owned by WereWolfPrincess1215, only the Toa Akidroh are. I was told that Bionicle originated in Greenland…I wonder why that is…

"Karzahni! Why won't this work?" came a frustrated voice.

Matau opened his eyes to the sight of Nuju trying to shape some ice into something sharp. He slowly sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The Air Toa gave a little stretch and cracked his fingers before turning his attention back to Nuju. "What won't work?" he asked curiously, looking at the Ko-Toa.

Nuju looked a little startled that his brother was awake, but his surprise was quickly swallowed up by anger. "Nothing!" he growled, hiding an icy shruiken behind his back. "Why don't you keep your mask out of other people's business?"

"Well then, maybe I will!" was Matau's reply, growling with as much hostility as Nuju's comment had been. Glaring angrily, the green Toa got to his feet and adjusted his Aero Slicers on his shoulders to form wings. Then, turning his back to his white brother, Matau gave a quick hop and soared into the air.

When he was far enough away, he landed and started steaming in anger, kicking rocks, roots, anything that was in his path. After a while, he stopped kicking, not only because his anger with Nuju for ruining his morning had cooled down (G'reth the Air Dragon's A/N: Bad pun, I know), but also because his feet were hurting. He sat upon a large stone and began massaging his feet, occasionally using an air current to soothe them.

All of a sudden, he heard thundering footsteps. He cocked his head to the side and listened, the pounding seeming to get louder with every breath he took. The noise seemed to be coming from behind him. Slowly, he turned around, frightened to see what was making the racket.

Without warning, a large green-and-yellow Phase Dragon came rocketing from the shadows of the trees, a green figure clinging to its side as it ran.

"Air-Brother! Quick-dodge!" the Toa yelled, leaping off the Rahi and knocking Matau out of the way. They tumbled onto the sand, with the strange Toa winding up on top of Matau. The rouge dragon just kept running, taking no notice that its passenger was not on its back anymore.

The Toa Metru of Air stared at the Toa with his mouth hanging open, a look of disbelief on his mask. The female Toa merely smiled. "A sure-fine way to say hello!" she said in a friendly voice before she rolled off Matau. She stood, placing a hand above her eyes and peered into the dense forest.

Matau managed to sit-up, but was still winded and confused. "Where did you-?" he started to ask.

The pine-green Toa dropped her hand and turned her head to peer at him. "Look-see, I really must snare-catch that Phase Dragon before she damage-hurts herself," she commented almost apologetically. She turned her head away from the male Toa and said, "Follow if you want, but be warned, I'm quick-fast."

The female took out a pair of green swords that were a bit different from his, but not by much, and held them so the blade tips were level with her knees. She gripped them tightly and the swords snapped in half, sending a forest-green membrane to her side. The membrane connected with the Toa and made a pair of wings like those of a bat.

Matau stared in awe as the other Toa leapt into the air, flapping her 'wings' and disappearing into the forest. Standing up, he took out his own Aero Slicers and positioned them on his back. With a wild laugh he was up in the air, following the Toa. He used his element to carry him closer to the fun-loving female. "Hey! I never quick-caught your name!" he yelled to her.

Widening her arms, she soared higher. "It's Taseer! Toa Akidroh of Air. And don't you quick-forget! Your name, Air-brother?"

"Matau! Toa Metru of Air!" he shouted as he flew higher as well. Using a jet of air, he managed to scoot himself abreast of Taseer. "So…what are we see-lookin' for?" he asked after a few minutes, wondering what she was looking for.

"Gae'linae."

"Who?"

Taseer giggled. "Gae'linae! She's my best heart-friend…except for my teammates. She's the Phase Dragon you saw earlier. She was frightened-scared and bolted." Taseer explained, looking at the ground.

"How could one tame such a wild Rahi-beast? There were some dragons that quick-raced our vehicles at the Moto-hub, and once in a while a foolish Matoran like Kongu would try to ride-drive one. He always got bucked off or smash-dashed into a wall the dragon phased through."

A giggle escaped from Taseer's mouth. "Ah yes, Kongu, I remember him. He always was a joker. I didn't understand how nobody but me could successfully ride-drive a Phase Dragon. I guess I have a way with animals."

Matau's eyes widened when she spoke Kongu's name. "You know Kongu?" he asked, shaking his head.

Taseer nodded and then looked at him with her sea-green eyes. "Yes. I did once, a long time ago. I was a Matoran labor-working in the Moto-hub. I had a crush-love on a cute Matoran. I forget what his name was, but I remember that he used to selflessly ride-drive dangerous vehicles. He always used to smash-dash into things. He even smash-dashed into me once."

Matau nodded thoughtfully at Taseer's story. Who was the Matoran? Did he know him? He shrugged it off for a moment and looked down. Through the brush, he spotted a green and yellow form. "Hey! Isn't that Gae'linae?" he asked as he pointed to the form.

Taseer looked down and nodded. "Yes. That's her alright." She tucked in her 'wings' and lost altitude quickly. She let out as burst of air and caught up with the dragon. "Gae'linae! Slow down! It's all right!" she called to the creature, trying to calm it.

The Phase Dragon snorted and ran faster. Matau watched as Taseer shook her head. "Matau. I need you to fly-hover above her, and when I get her to quick-stop, hand-grab the back of her neck. It'll keep her from moving until I can calm her down," she called over to him. Using another jet of air, she zoomed forward until she was far ahead of the dragon. Matau squinted to see what she was doing.

Taseer's weapons folded together and the Toa fell to the ground, putting her swords in her pack. Her mask began to glow a lime green and her form slowly melted, re-shaping and growing into the bulk that was the Tahtorak. The Toa-Rahi gave a mighty roar that shook the island. The smaller Phase Dragon gave a startled roar and braked, allowing Matau enough time to grab onto her neck. The beast gave a snort, and stopped thrashing.

The Tahtorak gave a low growl, and then the form receded into that of a Toa. The Toa Metru of Air stared in awe at the shape-changing Toa. And he thought only he could change shape. He watched as the female Toa calmly walked over and laid an armored hand on the dragon's heaving side. "Shhh…it's alright…shhh…" she spoke in a whisper, stroking the dragon gently.

After a few more strokes the dragon started to purr faintly. Taseer smiled and rubbed harder. The dull purr became a full-throated one, the ground almost seeming to rumble.

"Do you want to pet-stroke her?" the Toa Akidroh asked Matau. Slowly nodding his head, the Toa Metru carefully went around the Phase Dragon and stood next to Taseer. He stretched his hand out cautiously to touch the Rahi.

Gae'linae gave a small snort but allowed Matau to stroke her sleek, leathery hide.

Taseer smiled and looked at the green Toa. "She's calmed down now, so do you want to have some cheer-fun? We could wind-fly, or I could tour-show you more of the island. Do you have a suggestion?" she asked, cocking her head.

Matau shrugged, his mask flashing an emerald green as his form re-shaped into Taseer's. He smiled and then waited for the female's reaction. She giggled and then allowed her mask to glow, causing her form to change into Matau's.

The Toa Metru allowed himself a whistle. He looked really hot. Maybe that was because he was in a female's body, but he still looked very attractive. "Wow, I look handsome-good," he gloated, puffing his chest out.

Now it was Taseer's turn to joke around. She poked him in the chest, causing the Toa to deflate. "I don't look half-bad myself," she chuckled, winking. "You know what? You look starved. Are you hungry?"

As if on cue, Matau's stomach gave a growl loud enough to belong to a Muaka Cat. He gave a sheepish grin and changed back into his Toa-self. "Maybe a little."

The Toa smiled and took Matau's hand. "Here. We have bread and flesh-meat at our camp," she told him as she looked up. "At this sun-time everyone should be deep-wood, so I can go in and get you food." She tossed her head and started walking through the sand, half-dragging the Toa Metru.

After walking for half-an-eternity, Matau's mouth fell open as he gazed at the camp. The shelters were much more sophisticated then theirs had been and more closely resembled the houses on Metru-Nui. With a pang of homesickness in his heart, he remembered his old home and how safe he had felt. A single, silver tear forced its way out of Matau's eyes and rolled down his cheek. The liquid was quickly wiped away by an armored finger.

Taseer looked at the homesick Toa with her soft green eyes. "You miss your home, don't you?" she whispered, reaching out and touching his shoulder. "I felt the same way when I came here."

Matau closed his emerald eyes and took a deep breath. He took the female's hand and squeezed it, sending with it all his sadness, doubt and hate. The Toa of Air took another breath and opened his eyes. Taseer's pale green eyes were filled with tears and the Toa, who had stood before a charging Rahi, unafraid, was close to crying. She took a gulp of air and said gently, "There is nothing one can do to make the pain-hurt go, but we can rely on our heart-friends and the pain-hurt heals, leaving only a scar. I know nothing of your past nor you mine, but they are the same. We were both hurt, shaken and terrified. I wish-hope that one day, your heart will mend-heal." The female took a breath and blinked away tears.

Releasing his hand, Taseer padded to the nearest hut. After a few minutes she came back with a bulging sack woven from palm fiber. She pressed the pack into Matau's hands and told him, "Here. What I heart-promised you. Bread, flesh-meat, fruit, fish, it's all in there. Take it back to your team. I must ask you not to wander deep-wood again looking for me." She smiled sadly, bowing her head for a moment before looking up. "If I need you or you me, we'll signal. Heart-promise, Air-brother?" she asked, looking longingly at him.

Slowly, Matau nodded and grasped the pack tighter. "I heart-promise."

"Then you must quick-leave if you are to traverse the far-distance in time."

Matau's Aero Slicers snapped open as he waved fare-well to Taseer. A breeze picked up and his wings filled with a thermal, allowing him to hover slightly. The Toa Metru then kicked his feet off the ground and soared away into the brush.

Taseer stood on the ground and waved until he disappeared. "Good-bye, my Air-brother," she whispered before she went back inside her hut.

Yeah…that may have been a little fluff…. PLEASE DUN KILL MEH!!! –runs under table- Don't kill me…I'm too young to die!!! I was…..just something….Like, I wanted them to cry….I don't know if I overdid it, or what…I really hope the MatauXNokama fans don't kill me….I'm BRETHREN!!!! I LIKE MatauXNokama! I swear I do! Oh, and by the way, Taseer doesn't have a Mask of Illusion. She has what I like to call a Mask of Impersonation. Almost-but-not-quite the same thing. Funny what you can think up when you're half-asleep…