D: I really need to log on here more often. Seriously.
And soooooo we have the second-last Visitors oneshot. I can't believe it's finally almost done...I started it on a whim and it sort of evolved!
This was requested by HeartofZero, but the 'story' came from mazula because she's amazing like that. :) Thanks mazu!
I think of Pewku as a dog...loyal and caring, but a bit of a ditz. (Most of the dogs I've ever known are like that.) Hence her characterization. Also, it's spelled Puku for a while because that's how it was spelled before the Maori lawsuit thing. Canonically, Takua changed her name, so before that it would have, technically, been Puku.
Thanks for reading, and please review! Constructive criticism is always highly appreciated.
*Bionicle belongs to LEGO, and the song "Waiting for the Sun" belongs to Chantal Kreviazuk.*

I don't need to be forgiven
And I don't want your sympathy
It's a mad, mad world
But it's still turning...

Pewku-Waiting for the Sun

Tehutti stomped into the shop, slamming the door behind him. Hearing such a loud noise in quiet Ko-Metru brought the shopkeeper running in from the back.

"Hello and welcome to Matoro's Rahi how can I help—waah!" Matoro tripped over a stray harness and fell to the floor. Springing up again, he finished his welcome speech. "How can I help you?" Then he recognised the customer. "Oh, hi, Tehutti. Is something wrong?"

Tehutti tugged on the makeshift leash he'd tied around an Ussal crab's neck. "This Ussal is driving us crazy! She won't do anything we tell her to, she keeps knocking things over, and she just...gah!" He threw his hands in the air, exasperated. "You take her," he said, thrusting his end of the leash at Matoro.

Matoro's eyes widened and he frantically shook his head, waving his hands in front of him as if to ward off the idea. "N-no way! I know I'm friendlier with the Onu-Matoran than most Ko-Matoran, but you can't just send a misbehaving Ussal crab packing just because of a couple of incidents."

"It's been more than a couple. At last count, it was sixty-five and rising."

Matoro sighed. "Tehutti, I'm sure she's a good crab—"

"She's very friendly, but I don't think the Archives are for her. I just want you to find a more suitable home for her."

Matoro looked down at the crab, who looked up at him expectantly. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and she looked like the most innocent and oblivious thing in the world. Which, incidentally, was the problem: she was too innocent and oblivious. Who would take in such a Rahi?

But Matoro was never one to turn away a friend in need or an animal looking for a home. With another sigh, he held out his hand. "What's her name?"

"We've been calling her Puku," Tehutti replied, visibly relaxing as he handed the leash over. "Thanks for this, Matoro. I owe you one."

With a grudging smile, Matoro started to lead Puku towards the back of the store. "No problem. Always happy to help..."

"Hello! Welcome to Matoro's Rahi! How can I—ack, Puku, no!"

Orkham yelped in surprise as a blue Ussal crab came charging out of the back and rammed into him, squeaking with excitement. "I'm so sorry!" Matoro said, grabbing Puku's harness and dragging her back. "No, Puku, bad!" She'd been doing this for a couple of months now—she seemed really desperate for a home. "Sorry, Orkham," Matoro apologised again. "Can I help you with anything?"

Orkham was looking thoughtfully at Puku. "She certainly is full of spirit-energy," he finally said. He rubbed his stomach where she'd run into him. "And strength-speed. What's her name?"

"Puku," Matoro replied, grinning sheepishly. Then his jaw dropped at Orkham's next question.

"Is she for sale?"

Puku rubbed her head against Matoro's side, whining. He patted her head. "I know, I know, girl, but you couldn't stay with me forever! Besides, Orkham's one of the best riders in Le-Metru, and he always treats his crabs well. You'll be taken care of here. And I'll come visit, okay?"

If he hadn't known better, he could've sworn the crab was pouting as he handed her leash over to Orkham. "Have fun, and be good!" he called as he walked away.

Where was Orkham?

Puku was wandering around Le-Metru, lost and confused. She couldn't find Orkham anywhere! Le-Metru was big and confusing, especially with all these webs everywhere. Maybe she should try to find Matoro. He'd know what to do! Of course! Because Matoro knew everything!

She turned around to go find him and walked straight into a pair of long, black armoured legs. Looking up, she saw they belonged to a huge monster.

Puku did what any sensible crab would do. She turned and ran for her life.

Unfortunately, her legs were short and its legs were long, and it caught up with her quite easily, pinning her down with little effort. "Easy, there," its deep voice rumbled. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She squeaked and tried to scramble away, but the monster was too strong. She wanted Orkham! She wanted Matoro! Karzahni, at this point she wanted Tehutti! Then the voice spoke again.

"Wait, you're Puku, aren't you?"

At the mention of her name, she stopped trying to flee and looked cautiously up at the being who was holding her captive. It was looking at her curiously. "Yeah, you're Puku! The crab who used to work in the Archives that annoyed Tehutti all the time! I always wondered where you ran off to."

There was a cough from behind them, and a shrivelled old being with the face of a Rahkshi stepped into view. "Whenua, I hate to break up such a touching reunion, but shouldn't we get, ah, 'Puku' to a safe place?"

Puku frowned, confused. Her memory for masks wasn't great, but she remembered Whenua being a lot shorter and less scary-looking when she worked in the Archives. Well, if it really was Whenua, she supposed she could trust him...

Nuparu noticed his new racing crab, Puku, staring in the direction of the Onu-Koro-Le-Koro Highway. If he hadn't known better, he'd have sworn she had a forlorn look on her face.

That was, in fact, the look on her face. Orkham hadn't recognised her when she'd gone to him. Why was that? She'd been his favourite crab for years! How could he not know who she was? And it wasn't like she could stay with him in his new home—he lived in a tree now, and Ussals couldn't live in trees.

"Hello, Nuparu."

Puku spun around at a familiar voice talking to her new master. Sure enough, there was the small white Matoran entering the Ussal pen. She squeaked happily and bounded towards him. Surely Matoro would remember her!

"Augh!" Puku tackled Matoro to the ground and started licking his face enthusiastically. "P-please, get off me!"

"Puku, stop that!" Nuparu chided, grabbing her harness and hauling her off Matoro. "Sorry, Matoro. She doesn't usually do that."

"That's all right," Matoro sighed, standing up and brushing himself off. "I like Rahi."

"What are you doing here, Matoro?"

"Oh, the usual—Turaga Nuju needs to talk to Turaga Whenua, so we've made the trek here. He's resting in Whenua's hut until his aide can find him."

The two Matoran launched into small talk, and Puku sadly went back to her pen. Even Matoro didn't remember her. It was just too weird...and it really hurt to be forgotten. Matoro had never encouraged her to be anyone other than herself, even if it meant she stayed in his store forever.


She looked up to see Matoro with a thoughtful look on his mask. Nuparu was nodding. "That's what Turaga Whenua said her name was. Why?"

"The name sounds familiar..." Matoro muttered.

Puku perked up. Maybe Matoro would remember her after all!

But the years went by, and he never did. No one remembered her from their time on Metru Nui, which she supposed was just as well, since she had never been the hardest worker there. After she got too old for racing, she retired happily as a taxi crab until she was adopted by the Chronicler, Takua. Whenever she'd go to Le-Wahi or Ko-Wahi with him, she'd hope to run into Orkham or Matoro and that they'd remember her. But even if they did run into them, they never remembered her.

Well, at least Takua would never leave her, right?

Time passed, as time does, and Puku—now known as Pewku—travelled with the Matoran back to Metru Nui. But then her newest owner after Takua became Takanuva, Jaller, went missing! And not only that, but so did other Matoran—including Matoro! What was going on now?

Jaller looked different. He was taller. When Takua got taller, Pewku had been given away to Jaller. Did that mean Jaller was going to give her away, too?

She looked around at the other tall beings. There was Hahli, and Kongu, and Nuparu, and Hewkii...hey, where was Matoro?

Jaller was expressing a similar sentiment. Then Turaga Vakama approached. "I saw what happened in a vision," he said quietly. "Matoro sacrificed himself for the good of the universe."

Pewku thought her jaw would hit the floor. Matoro was dead? Her pet-shop-daddy had died? No, no, no! That couldn't be right! Matoro was too nice to die! He'd always been very sweet to her, even after she'd left his shop, even after he'd forgotten her like everyone else! Nice people don't die! Or at least they shouldn't! She looked up at Jaller, who seemed to notice her for the first time. She gave a slight whine and rubbed his leg with her head. He reached down and patted her.

"Matoro's gone, Pewku," he said quietly. "I know you didn't know him all that well, but he was a dear friend of mine."

Pewku wanted to say that she did know him very well—he'd sold her to Orkham when no one else wanted her! He appreciated who she was! But she couldn't say anything—she was a crab. So she just leaned into his touch and whined sadly again.

Days went by, and a statue of Matoro was erected in the middle of Ko-Koro. Puku noticed that her new owner, Kopeke, went to see it a lot, and one day she decided to follow him.

Standing next to Kopeke, she stared at the statue. That was supposed to be Matoro? He was too tall! And he looked imposing, not gentle and patient! Hmph! Who carved that?

Pewku had always nursed an opinion that Matoran were, as a general rule, exceedingly silly, but this took the cake.

Kopeke looked down at her and flinched, like he'd just noticed she was there. Knowing Kopeke, that was probably true. "Pewku," he said. "What are you doing here?"

Pewku looked back up at the statue, then back at Kopeke. Kopeke understood, but said nothing. Pewku leaned into his side. From what she knew of Matoro on Mata Nui (which, admittedly, wasn't a lot), he and Kopeke had been close. Maybe that was why she was with Kopeke now—to help him over Matoro's death! That had to be it.

"Come on, Pewku," Kopeke said abruptly. "Let's go home."

Pewku faithfully trotted along behind him, looking back at the statue one last time. She would take good care of Kopeke. She made a promise on Matoro's statue to do that, and then Matoro would be pleased with her. Right?