Hey, this is the chapter with the suggestive content, but don't skip it. The content is extremely vague, with most of it left to the reader's imagination, and the chapter has some really important key plot points

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The Toa sat around the Suva in meditation. Vakama's mind, however, was full of worry. He could not seem to think of why, however. The mask of time was back safely in his hands, and he, being its creator, knew that it was not to be used, and he kept it on his person. Why was he so worried?

Vakama sat and thought. He was bored of the typical mask orders. He wanted to do something different, something unique. He looked around his small foundry. Even his desperate longing for variety could not overcome is love for this place. He felt uncomfortable and awkward outside. Also, if he were to leave before his workday ended, he would be on the receiving end of a Nuurakh Staff of Command. He had never tangled with the Vahki before, and didn't want to start. His eyes scanned his worktable, as a disappointed frown came over his face. Suddenly, something caught his eye. A stack of power level 8 disks, left over from a previous shipment. "There are always more disks," he thought. "What could be the harm?" He grabbed a pair of the disks and held them in front of him, preparing to combine them, when an idea popped into his head. He re-read his mask-maker's guidebook, which showed which disks combined for which masks. A smile played around his lips, as he saw what he was looking for.

Nokama stared into Vakama's eyes. The Mask of Translation worked with body language as well. She could tell that he was very anxious, but what about? She sent the nerve message from her brain to her neck muscles, but they would not move. She could not look away from him. The more she tried, the more she found herself completely helpless to look away. She knew why, and she desperately wanted to tell him, but despite her command of languages, she couldn't find the words. She had always admired him, ever since they met in the Great Temple and became Toa. She wondered if he had these same stirrings in his heart that she felt in hers.

Vakama carefully moved the mask-making tool, carving out gouges and ridges in the new mask. Ordinarily, he did not experiment with new styles of Kanohi, but this was different. He had combined the disks necessary for a Kanohi Komau, a Kanohi Suletu, and a Kanohi Matatu. He just didn't "see" an ordinary mask in this disk. This was something different, something particularly special, a mask that could change the future of Metru Nui and all the Matoran living here. The mask was getting too hot. Further use of the tool would melt it. Vakama moved it away and examined his half-finished creation. He allowed it to cool a bit. It was still too warm to continue forging, but it was cool enough to handle. He gave it a light kiss, and set it aside. It would have to be continued tomorrow.

Vakama, having just realized that Nokama was staring at him, adopted a quizzical expression. Nokama, whose eyes had been glowing with 75 their normal light, and resting her head in her hands, seemed to bolt upright, then become intensely interested in her left hand. Vakama slowly tried to return to his thoughts, but found that he could not remember them. He tried harder, and then simply stood in disgust at his own failure. He walked out of the temple, and activated his launcher's jet-pack function, to return him to his Ta-Metru home.

Nokama, upon seeing Vakama rise, was curious as to what was troubling him. She thought about what had happened moments before. "Was it something I did?" she thought. When see saw him leave, she began to slowly and silently follow. When he activated the jet-pack, she watched his path, and saw him touch down in Ta-Metru. She ran to the nearest chute station, and jumped into one bound for Ta-Metru. Her hydro blades and her command over water allowed her to move 10 times faster than the chute would have normally taken her. She leapt out at the Ta-Metru chute station, executed a mid-air flip to right herself, and hit the ground running. She saw Vakama just as he entered his luxurious house.

Vakama sadly opened the ornate door. He walked into the main hall, and then went into the study, to think. No sooner did he sit down then he heard the door slowly open. He went to the entry hall, to tell his unexpected guest to leave him alone, but the words stuck in his throat when he saw his intruder's identity. The Toa of Water stood there, apology in her eyes.

"Why are you here?" he asked, confused.

Nokama looked into his eyes for a long time then flung herself into his arms. She planted a long, passionate kiss on his lips, wishing for it never to end. Vakama was at first startled, and resisted, but when he realized what she was doing, he kept the kiss going. He felt her cool, water-filled body against his warm, flame-filled one. Then, she pulled her head back and stared longingly into his eyes, those fiery eyes. They kissed again, and as they did, she began to undo his armor, and he began to undo hers. Together, they felt a passion so great that Jaller and Hahli's could never dream of rivaling it. As their respective armor pieces clattered to the floor, Vakama ended the kiss. He led her by the hand, quickly, to his bedroom, where his Ga-Matoran seaweed-woven bed, one of the finest ever made, was. They kissed again, and she gently forced him down onto the bed.

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Nokama awoke, to find herself milli-bios away from the sleeping Vakama. She was still held tightly in his arms, held close to his warm body. She kissed him gently on the forehead, and he slowly woke as well. Suddenly, Vakama's world went dark. He saw two moving images before him. In one, Nokama was fighting a Dark Hunter-and losing, it seemed. In the other, Toa Lhikan was holding on for his life to a cable over a pit of molten protodermis-but the cable was fraying. In Nokama's image, the Dark Hunter, an attractive female, suddenly threw three poison-tipped daggers, each of which converged perfectly on the exact same spot-Nokama's heartlight. Simultaneously, in Lhikan's image, the cable snapped, and plunged to his death.

As quickly as it had come, the vision left, but Vakama had still had an I-can't-believe-this-is-happening, no-it-can't-be-possible, this-is-just-a-bad-dream sort of look on his face.

"No! It can't be," he shouted.

Nokama, having not realized that he was having a vision, pulled back, tears filling her eyes. Vakama remained stunned as she stood and quickly donned her armor.

"Wait! Where are you going?" he asked.

She looked back, tears streaming down her face, then turned and left.

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Onewa swung from his proto pitons, high above Metru Nui. He landed next to one Matoran that was motioning for him to come down.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Toa Onewa, we meant to ask you about this earlier, but we couldn't-"

"Save it. What is it? What's the problem?"

"During the battle, we took a prisoner. We had studied the Wall of History some time before the battle, and we recalled one portion in particular during the fighting…and…well…"

They tugged on a rope in their hands, and the screeching Kahgahrak was scraped along the ground behind them. Every time it tried to charge a Rhotuka, four of the surrounding Po-Matoran (heavily armored) jabbed its back with electrical shock staffs.

Onewa grinned as his mask began to glow.

"Let him go, boys, I've got an idea."

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SPOILER ALERT! Onewa plans to bring back his shape-shifting Rahi friend Krahka, who was last seen falling into a dimensional portal created by a Kahgahrak, along with the mighty Tahtorak and the insidious Zivon (BIONICLE Adventures #8: Challenge of the Hordika). Don't stop reviewing!