The Matoki Keeper
Description
Abandoning their dead planet, the Matonians had come in peace. In search of refuge, a place to call home. In exchange, they offered us their vast knowledge banks; technology, light years ahead of our own. Technology, which could clean our world and salvage the Earth we had condemned to a slow death. They had come to right their wrongs, hope abound, that the human race would not walk the same destructive path as they once had.
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In a world that has welcomed the co-existence of Matonians, the human race has evolved in its abilities to meet the needs of a diversified community. Lineal succession has made you one of the 20,000-odd Keepers hired by the World Government.
Armed with awareness of the existence of other life, ones that may resort to a hostile takeover, military protection is of the utmost priority. A fusion of Matonian technology and Earth biology has resulted in the birth of Matokis. As a Keeper, you take in and care for these defenceless, self-aware, bunny-like beings before their commissioning as full-fledge war machines.
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We don't have enough Matoki stories do we? :) No, this is not a sci-fi attempt though I do wish I was cool enough to take on that genre. I'm aiming for something heartwarming but that might be stretching it heh (the foreword should give you an idea of the general tone). But these are walking, talking, cuddly bunnies! That in itself should be heartwarming sobs.
Uhm, this won't be long, mebbe just slightly extended. I don't see it going beyond 10 chapters, in fact the idea came as a (really long) one-shot lol.
Foreword
"JOKO, PUT THE BLOODY KNIFE DOWN OR NO MORE CHOCOLATE BUNNIES FOR YOU!" you yell, over the sound of Tats and Dada play-acting as sparring pirates, over the whirring noise as Shishi mows the lawn and over Toto bawling for more strawberry milk. You've just about had it with the evading mime when he sticks out his tongue and shakes his teeny behind at you from across the kitchen.
"That's it, Joko. I'm donating your sweets to Tats and you're banned from your gadgets." His jaw slacks open and he blinks in disbelief, not thinking you'd actually go as far as to confiscate his tinkering tools.
"Are you serious?" he moans, puny arms flung heavenwards at his predicament. Folded arms and a hard set frown tells him that you are. Keke, who's been watching atop the kitchen counter catches the knife he swings her way and from the living room, Tats celebrates the addition to his chocolate stash.
"I HATE YOU, _____!" The fuming bunny stalks off to his room to throw a tantrum, probably scream into his pillow and punch a few plushies around while he's at it.
"It's noona to you. And you're banned for a week," you call up the stairs right before the door slam echoes down the banister. And Toto wails a pitch higher.
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