Sanso stepped into the main room from the kitchen having had at least a litre of water, all of it guzzled. "Any better, dude?" "Shut up." "Maybe this will change your mind," Matoro said as he pulled a Great Sletuu from a small bag he had with him. He put it on. "I'm gonna show you some memories." "Woah, wait. What're you-" he was cut off as Matoro put two pairs of fingers on either of Sanso's temples and began the transfer. Sanso felt a lurching sensation as his mind snapped into crisp focus of a memory not his own. He did not recognise the place, though he guessed from what he knew that the place was Voya Nui. The other Toa Inika were debating warmly, but Matoro was standing by the side. Long past memories and thoughts flashed through Sanso's mind. Just typical. The team debates about what to do and I'm not included. What am I doing here anyway? They don't need me. Maybe I should make a suggestion. No, I better not. Yes, I will. Sanso made a suggestion and was quickly and sharply turned down, particularly by Hahlii. He felt ashamed. I thought not. They should just carry on without me. They don't need me. Nobody does. Another lurching feeling, and he was underwater. Mahri Nui. He was reaching for a mask. The Kanohi Ignika. He grabbed it and his life flashed before his eyes. No, not his life. Everyone's lives. It was overwhelming. He was drowning. So many voices! He was struggling, falling, then came out bursting into his own life. "Do you understand?" asked Matoro, much like his old, iced self. "Y-yeah, I think so." "Talk." "Mmm.. Okay.. I've felt.. different of late. Matau said it was love. It was directed at Kailani. But.. She didn't return the feeling." "Indeed. You fell in love." "I didn't fall in love. I just fell." Ouch. "This was from Kailani." Matoro stated as he handed the retrieved flute to Sanso. "Was it now?" he grabbed it and chucked it out the window, ignoring the carved inscription I'm sorry, on the back.
A tear rolled down Kailani's face as the broken flute rolled out of her hands. She had stumbled across it as she had snuck toward Sanso's hut. She had heard that Matoro had not succeeded in persuading Sanso out of his grief, but Sanso would not open up. "He needs more time." he had stated matter-of-fact, then his expression had relaxed, and he said, "In the mean time, I'm like, gonna catch some radical lava waves!" He had then rushed off toward the Fire Tribe with his lava surf board. She was walking through the Air-Jungle Tribe [their tribes merged] with a member from A Flock of Gukko Birds, Sanso's rock band. But as enthusiastic as she was now, the realisation of Sanso's rejection dissolved her confidence. "One good turn deserves another..." she muttered. "I'm sure he'll open up to us," the Le-band member beside her said, one hand on her shoulder. "Sanso and I've been pals since The Great Cataclysm." "And I've felt guilty about my prejudice since the great cataclysm of my life. It won't make a difference." They carried on in a disheartened silence. Finally they reached the large tree that was Sanso's tree-hut. They trumped up the stairs spiralling about the tree until they reached the top. They knocked on the door, bracing themselves against the answer. After thirty seconds, barely audible voice answered: "Leave me alone. No one's home." Bursting with hope, joy, relief, and humility, Kailani burst through the door, crying, "Sanso I'm so sorry, I'll be better! ..You're a mess! Let me help." Sanso was curled up in a ball in the middle of the floor. Kailani hadn't realised the extent of his torment. Sanso slowly lifted his head and looked at her. "...Wh-Who are you?" he asked. Kailani was flabbergasted. He didn't recognise her! She didn't know if she should be happy or hurt. "Oh, hello," she said as if speaking to a child, "I'm Kailani." Realisation flooded into Sanso's eyes, enlarging them. Suddenly, he darted behind a chair.
After Matoro left, Sanso felt lonely. No matter. He didn't deserve to be anything but lonely. His band could carry on without him. They didn't need him. They didn't want him. No one did. Especially Kailani. He tried and tried to forget that name, but couldn't. Days later, he heard a knock at the door. Thoughts conflicted inside his mind. Oh, great, more therapists come to laugh at me. Just like Kai- No! Not her! They don't wants it! They don't wants it, precious! But, no, maybe they come to us, yes precious, they say sorry precious! Yes they do! We must open its, yes, we must! No! They don't wants us! Nobody does... Because you're a liar. Huh! No! A thief! Please don't! A murdererrrrrrr... Blllaaauurrchccchh! No precious! No we don't wants it! We don't needs you anymore! We will open it! What? We don't... needs you anymore! Just like she doesn't need you. .. ... She doesn't want you! Say we aren't here! Say it! "Leave me alone. No one's home.." But I am here! The door opened and two figures stepped through. One green, like himself, and one blue like... like who? Had he forgotten?! Forgotten what? Who? The blue one spoke, and he answered by questioning her identity. She was familiar. She answered. No! Not her! We were right, precious! Must hide! He scampered behind a chair frantically. "I told you he wouldn't open up!" the feared one said to the green one. Now he recognised the green one! It was Tumaru! He had joined the Flock of Gukko Birds band! "T.. Tumaru?" he stammered. "That's right, pal. It's me. Remember?" "Y-yes, we, I mean I, remember. We had a gig at Kumo Rock (pun intended) tomorrow." "That's right, mate. Do you remember my friend here?" Tumaru questioned, gesturing at Kailani. Sanso shook his head. "N-Not want." "You don't want to remember Kai- uh, my friend?" Sanso nodded. "Why not?" "She n-not want" "She doesn't want you?" Sanso nodded. "I think that she has changed." "Never." "Always." replied Kailani.
Wh-What? Sanso stared at Kailani. Could it be? Really? "Y-You mean it?" "Yes!" she cried, relieved as if a large burden had been lifted from her shoulders. "I've been killing myself over what I said, what I felt! It's been the worst week of my life!" "How... How could I have been so blind?" "You were blinded by grief," Tumaru answered. "It was a new experience for both of you, and you didn't know what to do. It's entirely natural. "Well then... What are we waiting for?" "What do you mean...?" said Kailani suspiciously. "Tumaru and I've got a gig tomorrow, with the greatest rock 'n' roll band in history, A Flock of Gukko Birds! We should be practicing! To the Gukko Hangar!" [equivalent to a garage for a sort of 2006 garage band, like the guys who did the Inika theme, All American Rejects.]
* * * * * * * The next day. Things were going as they had been a week ago, Sanso and the gang rocking socks off as they jammed up the deep blue sky with rockin' tunes. "That's right! Let's blow the speakers! [megaphone-type things, considering their technology]" Sanso screamed as he blew his lungs into his flute. He was back in business! And he was liking it. "If we're gonna make some noise, let's do it, Rock 'n' Roll Style!!!" another band member boomed. "Yeeaaaahhhhh!" was the boisterous respond. Sanso scanned the crowd. There were no Matoran of Sonics there. Duh. There. That face. Success! He seized up slightly, but was otherwise undaunted. On the contrary. He blasted his breath into his flute, struggling to out-play the other members. Kailani was glaring at two young Ga-Matoran who had screamed "We love you Sanso!" as people of their type do around celeb's. Sanso could only just make out the aggressive words "Back off! He's mine..." and Sanso just smiled to himself knowingly. He had it good.
Kailani and Sanso floated down the beach of the Water Tribe, their feet barely touching the sand as they flew down the coastline.
After the gig and following events, their relationship had gone well. They were frolicking through the beaches carelessly, nothing disturbing their [mega cheesy] romantic atmosphere. After all that agony, they were finally together, and Kailani had stopped fighting it. Wow, she thought, if I had persisted in my biased and blind way of thinking, I would never have felt this.
* * *
An hour later, the sun was setting, its golden-orange radiance casting long shadows, and nostalgic colours striking the sky. Kailani and Sanso were sitting together on a small dune of sea-sand, gazing out at the romantic setting.
Their hands slowly crept closer to each other, then finally found each other. Kailani inched closer. As did Sanso, and still they inched closer..
"Hey, hey! Not too close, right!" Both Sanso and Kailani's heads whipped around to see Matoro streaking towards them, then he was soaring, and they quickly lunged to opposite sides to make room for Matoro, who plopped down between them. "Yo, dudes." he looked at Kailani. "And dudettes."
"Matoro!" shot Kailani. "We were having a moment!"
"Well, yeah, but that's when people slip towards each other, and... you get the picture; so what's up?"
"The opposite of down. Please, Matoro."
"Ya, ya, just doin' ma job." suddenly, he whipped some stringed instrument and strummed madly. "Sanso and Kailani," he sang, "were havin' a conversation, and they didn't anyone to DISTURB! Yeah..."
"Your job?"
"As a third wheel, you know?"
Kailani rolled her eyes, and shoved Matoro down into the sea. Then Kailani pulled Sanso into a sudden embrace. "Sanso, I want you to know that I lo--" "THIRD WHEEL!" cried Matoro as he floundered. "I know." said Sanso. "And I, you." And they just embraced each other, neither desiring to let go, neither ever doing so. "Never let me go." said Kailani. And so it was.
So I suppose that's it. Thank you readers (if you exist) for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it (despite the copious amounts of cringy cheese). I'm sure you'll all be delighted to hear that I am never again writing a ship. Ever. Like, eeeeeeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrr. Thank you.
So I suppose that's it. Thank you readers (if you exist) for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it (despite the copious amounts of cringy cheese). I'm sure you'll all be delighted to hear that I am never again writing a ship. Ever. Like, eeeeeeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrr. Thank you.
You've satirized a controversial subject -- that sir, makes you a brilliant author.
So I suppose that's it. Thank you readers (if you exist) for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it (despite the copious amounts of cringy cheese). I'm sure you'll all be delighted to hear that I am never again writing a ship. Ever. Like, eeeeeeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrr. Thank you.
You've satirized a controversial subject -- that sir, makes you a brilliant author.
Xieixe boio. Although, what, if I may ask, is the controversial subject? I'm a little confused there...
So I suppose that's it. Thank you readers (if you exist) for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it (despite the copious amounts of cringy cheese). I'm sure you'll all be delighted to hear that I am never again writing a ship. Ever. Like, eeeeeeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrr. Thank you.
So I suppose that's it. Thank you readers (if you exist) for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it (despite the copious amounts of cringy cheese). I'm sure you'll all be delighted to hear that I am never again writing a ship. Ever. Like, eeeeeeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrr. Thank you.
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