A loud bang echoed through the different rooms as someone knocked on Matau's front door. It was two fifteen p.m now, and despite the normal pattern that the Toa of Air's day followed, he was presently sprawled out on his living room floor, and sleeping so deeply that he didn't even wake up when his door was pounded on again, this time with more force, and thus, more noise. However, the icy cold water that was poured on his face several minutes later, was enough to not only wake him, but cause him to scream louder than an upset baby.
"What in Mata Nui's name?" Now sitting bolt upright, with his white, feathery wings spread wide, Matau jerkily looked around the room, wide-eyed as he searched for the source of the cold water. It wasn't long until his gaze fell to the tall, pale-skinned man who was currently seated on the couch.
This man appeared to be in his early twenties, possibly even his late twenties if he was aging well. His skin was incredibly pale, his eyes a shockingly bright, electric blue. As for his hair, it was as white as fresh snow, and long enough to reach his chin. It was also, at the present time, rather messy.
The man wore a smokey grey t-shirt, light grey cargo pants, black boots, and a white jacket, the torso section of which looked to be long enough to reach his knees, if not lower. He also wore a pair of dark grey rimmed glasses, which managed to somehow add to his already impressive appearance.
Presently, the man was watching Matau, his arms crossed, and a frown on his face. Sitting in silence for a few moments, he finally spoke up. "Party last night?" Matau frowned, groggily rubbing his eyes as he muttered.
"Nice to see-find you too, Nuju." The pale man's frown gave way to a very slight smile as he stood and held his hand out to help the Toa of Air stand.
"Your upstairs window isn't locked, by the way."
Matau frowned at Nuju's accusation. He knew that he'd locked that window earlier. He'd even double checked it, twice! And now Nuju accused him of leaving it unlatched? The nerve of him!
"I lock-latched it this morning." The Toa of Air stated flatly. "I even double and triple check-looked." Nuju sighed.
"I could tell. Otherwise I probably would've gotten in here sooner. But for now, it's unlocked." Finally Matau figured out what the Toa of Ice was getting at.
"Why didn't you just enter-come through the front door? Wouldn't that have been ever-quicker?" Nuju gave Matau a blank stare, looking rather bored now.
"Have you ever tried to telekinetically pick a lock It's not as easy as it looks, you know." Matau blinked as he listened to Nuju's words.
"So that's how you sneak-slipped in here…wait a minute…" He paused, looking Nuju over in surprise. "You sneak-entered through my window?" The Toa of Ice just sighed.
"Anyways, on to my reason for coming in here, instead of waiting for you to wake up. I need you to track down someone." Matau seemed amused.
"Having trouble-problems with finding a girlfriend?" Nuju ignored him.
"This person's name is Lewa, and he's most likely going to be a child. Find him, and take him to the Great Temple. No matter what you do on the way, do not lose him. Is that clear?" Matau nodded, then opened his mouth to speak. However, Nuju wasn't finished. "Good. Try to get the boy and go to the Great Temple, by nightfall. I'd rather not have to hunt you down because you were late." The Toa of Ice then turned to leave, and Matau got a turn to talk.
"What's so special-urgent anyways? Why do you want me to seek-find this kid? Nuju paused, turning and looking at his comrade briefly as he said.
"I have foreseen great peril. Find the boy, and go." And without another word, he departed. Matau waited several moments before letting out a low whistle.
"Yeesh… someone's mask-cracked. And I thought-figured that Vakama was nuts…" However, Matau was smart enough to know by now that arguing with Nuju, and going against a flat out order from him, was both unwise, and hazardous for one's health. And so, he headed out the door to try and track down the boy named Lewa.
...
This 'little' task was easier said than done. When Just about every kid seems the same, singling out one in particular was, in Matau's mind, both highly irritating, and very boring. It felt like ages, and Matau was just about ready to give up, when someone slammed full-force into him from behind, sending him crashing to the ground.
"Sorry!" A panicky voice stammered as whoever had run the Toa over, got off his back. "In a rush-hurry, can't chat-talk!" Matau groaned dazedly as he picked himself up off the pavement, blearily staring after the person who'd knocked him flat.
From what he could see, it was a young boy, who couldn't have been older than seven or eight years old. His hair was forest green, and he wore the typical green attire of any other Matoran child his age. However, there was one thing about this boy that wasn't normal…and that was the set of pale green, feather-covered wings protruding from his back. Very few Matoran had anything remotely close to wings that size. Truth be told, most didn't even have wings at all. But the set of wings that this boy had were huge in comparison, and would've easily allowed flight. Could this oddball be the kid that Nuju was talking about? However, before Matau could answer that question for himself, two figures, fully clad in black, pushed past him, both in pursuit of the winged child. There was only one thing that Matau could do, but the real question was…
Could he pull it off without crashing?
