Hopes that the lil' kiddies doesn't read her fic then again…that is why rated PG-13 is for! Hah! ::laughs insanely::
Well, to my surprise, I did not expect many to be surprised of my five-minute research on Google. I researched and found the meanings of the six Toa. Hint: Their meaning is as obvious as the red guy over there that wields fire.
Where's Takanuva? ::Laughs again, slapping her knees::
By Dragon of Courage
If We Could Start Over
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Tahu sat quietly on the ground, holding the crimson jewel. He got up, brushed the dirt from his pants, and walked towards his backpack, sheathing his sword. The crowd was not longer there, for their memory had been erased by Kopaka's spell.
"Another loss," he muttered.
Thinking about the words of his friend, he smirked.
"A man can be destroyed but never defeated. Hemingway was a wise man."
Just as he turned around to leave the Quad, Gali was running up to him.
"Oh, konnichiwa Gali-san."
Then he noticed an expression of worry plastered on her face.
"Something the matter?"
She looked up at him and couldn't bear to see the bright red eyes that looked like the Tahu from Mata-Nui.
"That fight…" she began.
She stopped, taking a glimpse of surprise on his face before he returned to a relaxed look. Ah, there is something that I shouldn't know…
"What fight?" he looked up to the sky, grinning. Obviously to Gali, he was lying.
Gali looked about, making sure that Tanui was not watching her. She feared that he might lash out on the new student for hanging out with her.
"You know, Tahu. The fight with Kopaka."
"You know Kopaka?"
"Everybody knows Kopaka. He's the popular one."
His face faltered a bit before he chuckled, "What did Kopaka say about it?"
"He had no comment."
Good ole Kopaka.
"Well, I am glad to hear that, Gali-san. Ja mata!" Tahu left the girl in a state of confusion.
"Wait! Tahu!" Obviously, her past and present were clashing against each other.
Tahu stopped as he was at the gate to the back parking lot of the school. The hell she want?
Gali ran up to him, her bag bouncing behind her back.
"Can I walk with you?"
Well, your day has become weirder than it already was, Tahu, he thought.
"Err…why not?"
"I just needed someone to talk to." They passed the gates and strode off the parking lot.
"What the-? But, you've just met me!"
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{I've never found out why you walked away}
{And never said good-bye}
{But now I see you}
{I'm torn inside, but I've still got my pride}
-
The white-haired boy sat on a table outside of the school gates, meditating. It was clear to the fact that he was paranoid of something.
God damn it, Tahu. Your laziness is hindering your abilities. Then again, it's great to have someone to be angry at and wouldn't really mind. Great listener and a lazy asshole... My life is great.
Known to the people, he was the hot, attractive guy with "sexy" blue eyes that practically ignored his own fan girls, or the weird albino that overachieved himself.
He sensed a presence nearby. It was not Tahu.
"What?" he snapped, his eyes still closed.
"Your talent of fighting is superb, Kopaka. You beat him. Now, the ordeal is over, do you reconsider?"
"I reconsider bullshit. I have no ties to the likes of you. I have my own gang to depend on."
"You and what team? Only Nubava? Admit it. You never liked him," the voice laughed.
"He had been my friend since I was very young. And no, we're not gay."
The voice said in disappointment, "Aww, I was think about it before, but oh well. I really appreciate if you do rejoin us to be 'Kappa'."
"What happened to 'Theta'?"
"We've placed it with someone else. So, how about it?"
Kopaka raised his left forearm, his fingers curled into a fist except the middle finger. It was pointed straight and true at the sky. The back of his hand was faced towards the voice. Yes, my friends, it's a ritual called "giving someone the finger".
"F### Off." He said blankly.
The voice, obviously pissed, threatened, "I will show you no mercy, Kopaka. Next time, I will force you to join me then."
"Next time, I will disembowel you."
-
{I understand that some things are better left unsaid}
{I'm afraid of the truth}
{But what can I do if I still want you}
-
'You want to know more about me?" Tahu paced himself along with Gali on the gray sidewalk littered with fiery colored leaves.
Gali looked at the ground as they walked, nodding her head.
"Well, yeah. I don't usually meet people that summons dragons."
"Why not ask Kopaka?" Tahu tried to divert his dragon's attention onto his friend.
"Well, he's a bit…" Gali was not sure if the Kopaka in this world was anything like in her world. She hoped someone besides her knew what had happened in her old island.
"…cold?" Tahu chuckled, folding his lean arms. "He does get that impression, but really, he's a nice guy. I've known him for years. He is one amusing character."
Gali nearly fell, entirely forgetting his fight with Kopaka. Yeah, that's definitely not my Kopaka or my Tahu…
"So," she questioned, "Why are you here?"
"Parents."
"Your parents forced you to go here?"
Tahu nodded, "Yeah. They nearly flipped when I've got a B in English at my old school in Hawaii, so they sent me here."
"Wow, Tahu, your parents are…" Gali tried to find the right words, but the Japanese finished the sentence.
"…Insane. Yes, I think they are."
"I mean they've actually put you here a two months after school started. And you're in…?"
"Both Tech and IB magnet program," Tahu grinned as they walked off the cool sidewalk and entered a recreational park.
"Are you sure that you can catch up to date?"
"Seriously, Gali-san. Are you worried that I might get kicked out that fast?" He stopped, looking directly into her yellow eyes.
"Yes! I mean…" Gali paused as painful thoughts of losing people ripped through her conscience. Noticing his eyes boring into hers like a drill, her mind was mesmerized. Just like before…
"Naw," he broke away his stare. "I'm not really that stupid."
They sat on the bench near the playground, but close to the street. Kids laughed and screamed as they played about the metal sets. Gali sighed as she was positioned on the right side of the bench, while the boy took the left side. In between them were their heavy backpacks. His steel sword encased in cloth was placed in between the bags.
"Hey, Tahu."
"Hmm?" Tahu plucked off one of his earphones.
"What really happened in the bathroom?"
"Uh…" Tahu was speechless to tell her the real event that started out like…
Mark threw a punch at his face, his own countenance fused with rage. To the larger man's surprise, Tahu sidestepped the hulking body as he tossed his towel in the trashcan.
"Grr… You will pay, twig boy!" Mark hollered at the new boy.
He lunged again and missed as Tahu turned his body sideways, his vein popping at the corner of his forehead.
"Twig boy… that sounds insulting."
"Dammit, asshole! Quit moving!" Mark threw a punch at his face and Tahu caught the fist with his right hand.
"Why must you hate me? We've only just met!" The lean boy grinned menacingly, twisting his right hand. The bully howled in pain as Tahu released him. He panted, glaring hateful eyes at the new student.
"Get him!"
The five boys nearly jumped on him. In a fury of fistfights, the boys fell to the ground, groaning while Tahu simply dusted his sleeves.
"H-how?"
Tahu's face was tranquil, but tense. He positioned himself in an offensive pose with his hands straight. His highlighted hair swayed. Eyes were calm. His body was fluidic and relaxed, but strong.
"Kung-fu," he only said.
Mark sneered, hiding away the fear of being dominated, "Kung-fu my ass!"
He charged again and Tahu just shrugged.
"Okay, you asked for it."
The boy gave an upward kick, and Mark's head flew up in surprise. Tahu twisted his body around and kicked the side of his opponent's face with the heel of his shoe.
Mark slammed hard into the mirror of the bathroom, nearly shattering it.
"Son of a bitch… you're gonna pay!" His hands formed into grappling claws with lust of ripping the new boy apart.
Tahu fell purposely on his back, his legs crouched like a spring board. As Mark flew over him, the boy pushed his feet into Mark's…
"!!!"
It was a new literal meaning of "kung-fu my ass."
Mark was propelled into the stall and a loud splashing was heard. Tahu lay on the ground, wincing at the noise. The boy got up, setting the earphones onto his ears, and whistled at the mess…
"Umm…it's none of your concern," he replied blandly, looking away from her.
Gali looked at him for a split second and turned her gaze from the boy. She relaxed, staring at the late pair of white butterflies, hovering around each other.
Tahu's body perked up at the sound of wheels rolling. A black limousine pulled up in front of the park and stopped.
The boy brought out his cell phone and flipped the top open. He sighed.
Gali looked over the backpacks at Tahu before she heard a car door slam. She adverted her attention to a man that walked causally towards them. His head held high but not in confidence. His pale blue eyes were like slits, but not squinty. His thin dark hair with a few streaks of gray and white bounced at the slightest movement. Every stride had a meaning to it. Although he was clothed into casual shirt and black slacks, his posture is firm and unwavering.
The man walked up to Tahu and said in a rough voice, "Tahu-kun. You are late to pick up your cousin."
"Aww, Makuta-san, I'm tired." Tahu slouched on the bench, as if he did not want to.
Gali paled. Makuta?! I thought he was dead!
She closed her eyes and tried to calm down. No, he is not Makuta, like Tahu is not Tahu. Still, of all the names in the world!
Makuta glared at him, "Your mother demands you should go before you'll lose a kidney. You know the consequences of disobedience."
Tahu pursed his lips to a pout and glared at the floor. Kuso…
Finally he gave in. "Fine, fine."
Realizing he had an audience, he turned to Gali, who was clutching the bottom of the bench. Her knuckles were turning pale white.
"Whoa, Gali, you look like you've seen a ghost." Tahu said in concern.
Gali shook her head, trying to regain some of her color. Her grip on her seat was relaxed.
"Oh no, I'm fine."
She looked up into the eyes of Tahu's escort. Makuta looked down at her, smirking as if he knew her secret. They looked at each other for a few moments before the man broke the stare and grasped Tahu's backpack and sword. He turned around and walked away from the bench.
"Let's go."
Tahu followed, but he stopped.
"Hey, aren't ya going home?"
Gali almost forgot that she had a home.
"Oh, I'm gonna walk there." It was true since she can walk fifteen minutes to school and back.
"Do you want Makuta to take you there, Gali-san?"
Gali tensed as she got up. Must not think of the man as my archenemy…
"I don't know…"
Tahu shrugged. "It's alright. I won't force something trivial like this on you."
The air was still as the ground was littered with leaves.
He looked at Makuta and then said, "Jaa, mata ashita, Gali-san!"
Giving her a wink, he waved at her friendly and then walked away with Makuta, who was holding his belongings. Gali waved back and then realized that the two men were heading towards the limousine.
"Holy crap," she muttered, "He's got class."
-
{If we could start all over again…}
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Seattle…on time
Denver…on time
Honolulu…on time
San Francisco…on time
Newark…on time
New York…delayed
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A braided golden blond-haired boy gazed at the blue screen with his steady yellow eyes. He was young to travel alone, but his parents were not here. They were dead, lost in a car accident.
He was dressed in black, a sign of death among loved ones. A white coat was draping over his sagged shoulders and dangled just below his knees, contrasting his dark grief.
Clutching a white action figure with a golden countenance and armor, he dragged his black suitcase to a vacant seat. He plopped down and groaned.
My cousin is late…better yet, my stepbrother…
After the accident, his only relatives are a bunch of weirdoes that used to play with technology at Silicon Valley a.k.a. the San Francisco Bay area several years ago. Now, they moved here due to Nubava Kouji hitting jackpot on some LEGO toy line. Yes, their family name is the Nubava.
He sighed, playing with the arms of his toy. Then someone looked over his shoulder.
"Hey, isn't that one of the original sets of Bionicle?"
The boy muttered. "Why do you want to know?"
"Because…"
The other figure stooped downwards and face him. His red eyes were bright and happy as his long flaming hair slid from his neck.
"I'm probably the only one who know the originals."
"Anata wa boku no itokosan desu ka?" The younger boy cocked his eye.
"Hai."
"Takaishi desu." The boy closed his golden eyes, smirking.
"Tahu desu."
Both of the boys were on good terms that afternoon.
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{For so many years now}
{I've held inside things I meant to say}
{But faced with the past now I realize}
{I can't let that stand in our way}
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Through the bustling crowd of frantic passengers and arrivals at LAX, the boys walked side by side towards the awaiting figure sitting on the fender of the black limousine. Even though they were closely related, Tahu's six foot five height towered over the four foot five. Takaishi had a vertically challenging relative. The boy had to crane his neck to get a good look at Tahu.
"I noticed that you've gotten taller than the one in my family photo album," he began.
Tahu blinked at the thought and then laughed uneasily, dragging Takaishi's suitcase.
"I went surfing when I was about your age, Taka."
"Hmm. Anything else?"
"Well, milk is out of the question since the majority of our related blood are lactose intolerant. I guess I stretch a lot. Heh."
"Huh." Takaishi exhaled.
Then they stopped at the family's car. Makuta strode over to the rear side of the car and opened the door.
"Shimatta." Taka whistled.
"You've got class."
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Takaishi flipped through the files that were left in the car. The folder with the Psychic Imagination Technologies Inc. (PITI) and the LEGO icon embossed on the outside showed prototypes of the Bionicle sets that might soon be released to the public. He was intrigued, even though his parents don't have the money to afford any decent models. He tossed his head to the side to rid stray hair and looked at Tahu.
"Nice designs."
His cousin scratched his head.
"Yeah, thanks."
The younger boy turned his gaze from his cousin and continued to look at the blueprints.
Rahkshi designs…Bohrok…Toa…Eh? What this?
His eyes came to a picture that was very familiar.
"Hey, Tahu, isn't this also one of the original sets?"
Tahu peered over and saw the red and orange figure with the original Hau mask holding a crimson sword with intertwining fire. Its body was drawn at three different standpoints. Its body looked more lean and durable than the original sets of Bionicle.
"Yeah, it's gonna be a gift from dad. He's gonna build it for Christmas." He laughed nervously, scratching his head.
"But can't you just get the old model of him?"
Tahu leaned over and pointed at an intricate pattern of circles and lines at the corner of the paper.
"This baby gonna make a difference. It's similar to Mod-9 plug-in chip, but this pattern would be engraved on the model itself, making the figure a few milligram lighter."
"Demo, isn't it illegal? The Bio-Code says, 'No tampering with the model unless given permission by the Judgemasters'."
Tahu looked at him and sighed. "Who is the son of the creator of Battle Arena? I am. Who wrote the rules? I did (with a bunch of other officials). Who qualifies as an Judgemaster? Me."
"...oh." Takaishi forgot that Tahu's father invented the mind-movable battle sets for LEGO. Tahu was his sidekick by being innovative with the models.
"Aw, Taka-san. Even with this discovery, I'm not participating in the tournaments. I promised Dad." He grinned casually towards the other blonde.
"Aa, Soo desu ne..." Takaishi muttered quietly to himself, "jaa, what are you gonna name it?"
The older boy looked outside the window and saw trees and buildings alike blurred past.
"How 'bout Pi Row Tek Nik?"
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While the boys talked, a cell phone rang in the front of the car. Makuta looked over and grabbed the silvery flip phone engraved with a symbol of two winged snakes crawling over three dots. Two lines intersected the symbol at the middle large dot, forming an X.
He flipped opened the lid and answered, "Yes?"
"You've got the boy?"
"I've got both of 'em."
"What do you mean-? Oh."
Makuta sighed.
"You worry too much, Garret."
"I'm apologize, Mr. Hikage…oohh…" Then a sound of sloppy drool was heard on the other line.
"Society of Ga getting to you?" Makuta mused.
"uh…"
"Let me rephrase that. Is the women in the Society of Ga getting to you?"
"eh…ah…you see, Mr. Hikage…"
"I thought so. Speak no more." Makuta sighed, snapping his phone shut. I knew it was a bad idea for them to wear miniskirts as the uniform. I need a memo to fire the designer. Better yet, I'll have a talk with Rachel. She'll probably shoot me, but why not?
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"Man," Tahu whistled as they neared his home.
"I've got pulled from Hawaii not because I got a B in English, but because I have to raise you as a brother."
Takaishi was quiet. He looked down at the carpet floor, clenching his hands.
"It is ironic that I'm gonna have a brother-like figure."
"Why is it so?" Tahu leaned his broad shoulders against the soft leather seats.
"You see, Tahu, I have ask mom and dad to get me a brother. They said they would, but it never came. They promised me two weeks ago, just before they died."
"Ah," Tahu looked at him. "I'm sorry for what happened."
Takaishi grinned weakly. "Oh, it is nothing really. It's not really your fault that I am suffering. It's just that…"
They pulled up towards a black iron gate.
"…I really missed them now."
Tahu nodded, as if in understanding.
"Tahu-san?"
"Hmm?"
"You wouldn't mind if I call you brother?"
Tahu looked into the yellow eyes of his cousin. He smiled.
"Sure."
{How can we walk away}
{From something that was once so strong}
{Have we the strength to say we're wrong}
-Celine Dion
Another chapter done! But, not as great, oh well. I'll have time to round this one up, too. ::has a difficult time deciding whether to put up another filler or another chapter::