Authoress' Notes: As you will see in this chapter, this story will lead into the Bohrok Saga. Further chapters will mirror a lot of the events that happened within it at Bionicle.com, but with a few twists, as well as some scenes from my own imagination. The plot and ending will be, and is, of my doing however, so don't go thinking it's a total rip off.
Chapter 2 -- Promised Guest
Takua left Vakama's hut and hurried back towards his own. Heading inside, he plucked something from one of the drawers in his desk. Blowing it off, he started packing the little rucksack with whatever he could comfortably carry. Another journey for him to make...why couldn't he feel happier? Wasn't this what he wanted more than anything? Action? Adventure? To be able to explore all of Mata Nui without feeling like he was abandoning his village?
"You're leaving, aren't you?"
Takua felt himself jump at the voice, and turned to snap at the intruder for entering without permission, but realized Kapura was right outside the hut, not far enough inside where it would be classified as rude. Instead, Takua glared at him.
"Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?"
The red Matoran suddenly coughed violently, backing away before falling down. Kapura's trademark gaze had disappeared, revealing much alarm. His eyes were dialated, and he continued to back away crab-style. Takua stopped glaring and looked at him with much confusion. It was only then that he noticed the scarab on his chest was glowing a rather wicked looking purple, and that his heart was racing like a rabbit's. Once again, he forced himself to calm down, but it was harder for some reason than usual. He took a cautious step towards Kapura. "Are you okay?"
"I...I'm fine. But Chronicler...you didn't look like yourself for a moment." His voice was tinny, and very young.
Now Takua was confused. Maybe it was the fact that he once fought side by side with Kapura during the grave mission at the Kini Nui, but he really did not like to see Kapura upset. 'Not myself?' He looked briefly at his multi-colored body. Red arms, check. Red torso, check. Yellow feet, check. He pulled off his mask. Light blue Pakari, check. Putting it back on, he looked back at Kapura, and laughed uncertainly. "I look the same...are you sure you haven't been practicing too hard? Maybe you're starting to hallucinate." Gently, he hauled Kapura up, but the Matoran stared down at his feet. There was a few moments of uneasy silence before he replied. "I am sorry, Chronicler. I never practice too hard, but I might have hallucinated."
Takua smiled with relief, heading back inside his hut. The creepy blankess that so characterized Kapura was gradually making a return. "It's okay, Kapura. It was nice to see you before I left. Why don't you leave now...I've got to get out of here as soon as possible." Picking up the rucksack, he continued packing in silence. After awhile, he drew the rucksack's string to a close, he stood up and turned around, only to see that Kapura was still standing right outside the doorway, staring.
Takua felt himself frown again. "You're still here Kapura? Go back home." Pushing the enigmatic Matoran aside, he headed over the bridge that led to the outside of Ta-Koro. As he hopped off the last rock, he felt a pang of sadness at leaving his home. Something deep inside him knew that returning to Ta-Koro was very much unlikely. As he turned around for one last glance at his beloved home, he came face to face instead with a red Pakari.
"Aaaargh! Kapura! What do you want!?"
Kapura cocked his head and coughed another fireball, making Takua sneeze. "I do not want anything from you Chronicler. I am only filling a promise that I made to you. Or do you not remember? I promised you that I'd stand by you no matter what."
The adventurer stared at him, flabbergasted. "Kapura...that promise was made only for the mission at the Kini Nui."
"Did you make the promise?" asked Kapura. Taking advantage of Takua's silence, he continued calmly. "I do not recall ever saying the promise was conditional. A promise should always be kept until the promise is fulfilled. A simple concept, but one that is often forgotten by many." Displaying the resolution he had become famous for in the Guard, he stared at Takua. "Whether you like it or not, I will stay beside you, Chronicler."
Takua's golden eyes flickered at Kapura's speech. In truth, he was touched at Kapura's devotion, but for some reason, he didn't think he should show it. The scarab was emanating a searing heat. "Fine. It's your life you're risking. I'm not going to wait for you, so you'll have to keep pace with me.
Turning around sharply, the destined Matoran headed away from Ta-Koro, the scarab glinting ominously on his chest. Kapura followed behind him silently, a little red shadow.
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Takua frowned grimly as Kapura finally fell asleep before he did. For the past couple of days, he always wound up going to sleep before his companion, a situation that bothered him, as he always felt that Kapura stared at him continuously. The red matoran had much strength and endurance from being in the Guard, and could go without sleep for a long time. Takua knew that without the scarab, he couldn't have done it.
This time though, Takua wished like heck Kapura was still awake. They had just reached desert sands of Po-Koro earlier that afternoon, and Takua often felt that Bohrok were lurking in the area. He wanted them to be prepared. Suddenly, as if by some psychic magic, a jet of fire and smoke from behind Takua told him that Kapura was awake again. Turning to face him, he saw that his strange ally was laid on his side, staring ahead blankly. Takua knew by now however, that Kapura's blank stare meant that he was doing some serious thinking.
"What do you sense?" Kapura didn't answer, but lay very still. Confused, Takua lay beside him. He was surprised to feel the earth shaking slightly, the sand crystals sifting as a result. Takua found himself about to be irritated again at Kapura's silence, but he didn't have a chance. A swarm of rampaging Tahnok were heading right for them.
"Get up, Kapura!" yelled Takua. He had hidden himself under the table of Po-Koronan souveneirs, and was gesturing towards his flame-red companion . Kapura did not reply to him, but disappeared, and within a second, he was hidden there right beside Takua. Usually Kapura's relocating trick impressed Takua, but not today, as he was watching intently as the Bohrok stormed by in a cloud of ash and smoke. As expected, they paid little attention to the two Matoran hiding amongst Po-Koronan merchandise. They simply headed to the village itself. Takua started to follow, but Kapura pinned him down.
"Not a good idea, Chronicler."
Takua tried to wriggle out of Kapura's grip, but he was no match for a member of Jala's Guard. "Get off me you idiot! They aren't after me, they're after the village of Po-Koro! We've got to help them!" The scarab was glowing again, and to Takua's surprise, he felt his raw strength increase. Frustrated, he threw off Kapura and headed towards the unfortunate city. Kapura followed him, but very reluctantly. He wasn't sure if the villagers of Po-Koro would take very kindly to the type of Matoran he was now seeing...
"Goodbye."
Chapter 2 -- Promised Guest
Takua left Vakama's hut and hurried back towards his own. Heading inside, he plucked something from one of the drawers in his desk. Blowing it off, he started packing the little rucksack with whatever he could comfortably carry. Another journey for him to make...why couldn't he feel happier? Wasn't this what he wanted more than anything? Action? Adventure? To be able to explore all of Mata Nui without feeling like he was abandoning his village?
"You're leaving, aren't you?"
Takua felt himself jump at the voice, and turned to snap at the intruder for entering without permission, but realized Kapura was right outside the hut, not far enough inside where it would be classified as rude. Instead, Takua glared at him.
"Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?"
The red Matoran suddenly coughed violently, backing away before falling down. Kapura's trademark gaze had disappeared, revealing much alarm. His eyes were dialated, and he continued to back away crab-style. Takua stopped glaring and looked at him with much confusion. It was only then that he noticed the scarab on his chest was glowing a rather wicked looking purple, and that his heart was racing like a rabbit's. Once again, he forced himself to calm down, but it was harder for some reason than usual. He took a cautious step towards Kapura. "Are you okay?"
"I...I'm fine. But Chronicler...you didn't look like yourself for a moment." His voice was tinny, and very young.
Now Takua was confused. Maybe it was the fact that he once fought side by side with Kapura during the grave mission at the Kini Nui, but he really did not like to see Kapura upset. 'Not myself?' He looked briefly at his multi-colored body. Red arms, check. Red torso, check. Yellow feet, check. He pulled off his mask. Light blue Pakari, check. Putting it back on, he looked back at Kapura, and laughed uncertainly. "I look the same...are you sure you haven't been practicing too hard? Maybe you're starting to hallucinate." Gently, he hauled Kapura up, but the Matoran stared down at his feet. There was a few moments of uneasy silence before he replied. "I am sorry, Chronicler. I never practice too hard, but I might have hallucinated."
Takua smiled with relief, heading back inside his hut. The creepy blankess that so characterized Kapura was gradually making a return. "It's okay, Kapura. It was nice to see you before I left. Why don't you leave now...I've got to get out of here as soon as possible." Picking up the rucksack, he continued packing in silence. After awhile, he drew the rucksack's string to a close, he stood up and turned around, only to see that Kapura was still standing right outside the doorway, staring.
Takua felt himself frown again. "You're still here Kapura? Go back home." Pushing the enigmatic Matoran aside, he headed over the bridge that led to the outside of Ta-Koro. As he hopped off the last rock, he felt a pang of sadness at leaving his home. Something deep inside him knew that returning to Ta-Koro was very much unlikely. As he turned around for one last glance at his beloved home, he came face to face instead with a red Pakari.
"Aaaargh! Kapura! What do you want!?"
Kapura cocked his head and coughed another fireball, making Takua sneeze. "I do not want anything from you Chronicler. I am only filling a promise that I made to you. Or do you not remember? I promised you that I'd stand by you no matter what."
The adventurer stared at him, flabbergasted. "Kapura...that promise was made only for the mission at the Kini Nui."
"Did you make the promise?" asked Kapura. Taking advantage of Takua's silence, he continued calmly. "I do not recall ever saying the promise was conditional. A promise should always be kept until the promise is fulfilled. A simple concept, but one that is often forgotten by many." Displaying the resolution he had become famous for in the Guard, he stared at Takua. "Whether you like it or not, I will stay beside you, Chronicler."
Takua's golden eyes flickered at Kapura's speech. In truth, he was touched at Kapura's devotion, but for some reason, he didn't think he should show it. The scarab was emanating a searing heat. "Fine. It's your life you're risking. I'm not going to wait for you, so you'll have to keep pace with me.
Turning around sharply, the destined Matoran headed away from Ta-Koro, the scarab glinting ominously on his chest. Kapura followed behind him silently, a little red shadow.
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Takua frowned grimly as Kapura finally fell asleep before he did. For the past couple of days, he always wound up going to sleep before his companion, a situation that bothered him, as he always felt that Kapura stared at him continuously. The red matoran had much strength and endurance from being in the Guard, and could go without sleep for a long time. Takua knew that without the scarab, he couldn't have done it.
This time though, Takua wished like heck Kapura was still awake. They had just reached desert sands of Po-Koro earlier that afternoon, and Takua often felt that Bohrok were lurking in the area. He wanted them to be prepared. Suddenly, as if by some psychic magic, a jet of fire and smoke from behind Takua told him that Kapura was awake again. Turning to face him, he saw that his strange ally was laid on his side, staring ahead blankly. Takua knew by now however, that Kapura's blank stare meant that he was doing some serious thinking.
"What do you sense?" Kapura didn't answer, but lay very still. Confused, Takua lay beside him. He was surprised to feel the earth shaking slightly, the sand crystals sifting as a result. Takua found himself about to be irritated again at Kapura's silence, but he didn't have a chance. A swarm of rampaging Tahnok were heading right for them.
"Get up, Kapura!" yelled Takua. He had hidden himself under the table of Po-Koronan souveneirs, and was gesturing towards his flame-red companion . Kapura did not reply to him, but disappeared, and within a second, he was hidden there right beside Takua. Usually Kapura's relocating trick impressed Takua, but not today, as he was watching intently as the Bohrok stormed by in a cloud of ash and smoke. As expected, they paid little attention to the two Matoran hiding amongst Po-Koronan merchandise. They simply headed to the village itself. Takua started to follow, but Kapura pinned him down.
"Not a good idea, Chronicler."
Takua tried to wriggle out of Kapura's grip, but he was no match for a member of Jala's Guard. "Get off me you idiot! They aren't after me, they're after the village of Po-Koro! We've got to help them!" The scarab was glowing again, and to Takua's surprise, he felt his raw strength increase. Frustrated, he threw off Kapura and headed towards the unfortunate city. Kapura followed him, but very reluctantly. He wasn't sure if the villagers of Po-Koro would take very kindly to the type of Matoran he was now seeing...
"Goodbye."