Runner, Runner

Runner, Runner is a short story detailing the origins of Toa Jarno and Toa Tybolt.

Chapter 1
Never before had Tybolt seen his friend this excited. Never. He was jumping around the room making loud wooping noises which troubled Tybolt. Usually, his friend would keep his emotions inside him and secret but now his joy was engulfing the whole room. It was beginning to scare Tybolt.

"Jarno" he said but his words did not get through to his friend. He was too loud.

"Jarno!" That, he heard. Tybolt finally had the Le-Matoran's attention.

While Jarno carried a wide grin of excitment upon his akaku, Tybolt carried a mixed scowl on his hau. It slowly ate away at Jarno's smile.

"S-sorry" Jarno said in a simpathitic tone. " i guess I got carried away."

"Ya think?" Tybolt said coldly. " You bust into my house and then start jumping around the damn room.Why?"

Tybolts question had revived Jarno's smile. He rushed past Tybolt and went over to  a wooden table. Once there he dug his hands into his pack and slammed down an object. It appeared to be a scroll but different in some way.

Jarno motioned for Tybolt to join him at the Tybolt which he did after rolling his orange eyes. As soon as Tybolt came Jarno began to give his friend a wild, crazed look and then he unwrapped the 'scroll'. The contents had caused Tybolts eyes to widen in amazement and his mouth to open in utter fear.

What laid inside were two stones glowing with ever reaching power. The carried no true colr as they passed through multiple colors in just seconds, they were clear and reflective. Jarno could see his emerald akaku very clearly within the crystals.

Finally Jarno spoke in a pridful voice. "Well?"

it took a few moments for Tybolt to reply.

"Where. Where in Karzahni did you get this?!"

"I found it. In the woods."

"In the woods? Do you actually expect me to believe that you found these in the woods?"

"The forests of Le-Koro hold many suprises. You'd be suprised to find what treasures  lie there. I once found a golden Pakari, I got quite a few widgets from it."

Tybolt wasn't even listyening at this point. He just stood there pooling all his vision towards the crystals. Suddenly, a bolt of curiosity had struck Tybolt. It ate away at his mind with a burning question.

"Why did you bring these here."

Jarno smirked and cocked his head back while releasing some kind of playful grunt.

"C'mon Tybolt. You know why. You're not that much of a kohlii-head."

Tybolt's eyes began to twitch in irritation. He did indeed know why. Jarno had led him to do some pretty stupid things in the past, there was a time when he was 'convinced' to play a good game of Ash Bear Rodeo but this topped even that.

"No." Tybolt spoke in anger.

"No, we are not doing that. No, no, no."

C'mon, Tybolt. Don't act like you don't want to."

"I-I do but." He paused and looked curiously at the crystals before him. He then shook his head in anger.

"No! I-we are not doing this! We need to report this to turaga Neius, he'd know what to do."

Jarno's smirk turned into a scowl as he rolled his red eyes.

"Please, all he'd do is say thanks then put the crystals in some vault and then give a long speech about duty and responsibility."

Jarno began to hunch his back and grabbed a broom from behind him. He then began to impersonate the turaga, waving his hands like a mad man while nodding his head vigourisly.

"'You matoran have done me a great service this day, if not for you these stones could have ended up in the wrong hands. You have done your duty by wasting your only oportunity to be completely awesome Toa. Now excuse me as I go do what most turaga do and read books, look at the city endlessly, and complain about my back problems."'

Tybolt did not find his act amusing which annoyed Jarno.

"C'mon, Tybolt!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

No."

"Pretty please with-with uh, um, protodermis on top?"

"No, and you know I hate that stuff."

"Arg!" Jarno shouted

A loud banging on the door boomed through the room, interupting the two matoran's conversation.

Cast

 * Jarno
 * Tybolt