Not Your Romeo and Juliet

Chapter 11.5

Day 2 of the dungeon

Mk collapsed against the wall, trembling as I walked towards him. He was dirty and sweating, bleeding a little but I had held back.

"Kid, you can do better than that!" I smirked.

Mk whined and sat up, dusting himself off, "Macaque, I barely can!"

I roll my eyes and a shadow lifts him up off the ground so he is now standing up. "I may be more powerful than you now, but remember what I told you yesterday when you arrived." I tap my claw to my temple, "Focus and use those powers."

Mk groaned, staff growing into his hand as he got in a ready position to start again. Mk only ever used that fire demon kid's powers, so I came to the conclusion he had some sort of attachment to him. I actually know that for a fact, this morning he asked how Red Son was doing. I do not know that answer. I'm just here for a weapon, this kid's power.

The flames ignited around his fists and the staff, just as I had expected. My hands grab each other behind my back and I move back some, seconds later Mk launched himself off the floor with a battle cry to hit me.

He practically turned into a semi fireball with the speed he was going towards me, my hands up in a defensive state, some burns won't hurt me.

My hand connects with the flaming staff, Mk's feet touching the floor. He breaks through my grasp and moves forward, punching my side with  his fist. I cringe at my failure, my clothes catching aflame. "Fuck." I seep into the shadows, only to appear behind him and attack.

He crashes to the floor and groans, my hand able to steal the staff from him and the fire pretty much disappears as it's further away from Mk.

Mk whined loudly with me still on top of his writhing body, my hand holding him down, probably digging into his back. I hop off of him chuckling darkly.

"Jeez," Mk gets up and turns to me, eyes going to the spot he burned in my clothes, my waist just barely showing through the burn. I only just now realized that because he was laughing.

I grumble under my breath and toss the staff towards him, turning away and staring down at my exposed waist, "Are you serious? Why do you have to use that brat'a power?"

Mk shrugs, "I know the most about it other than Monkey King's."

I couldn't help but glance at Wukong curled up in the corner, half-insane. Apart of me likes to watch him suffer. "You should learn mine."

The boy scoffs and crosses his arms, "No! I'm not learning the enemy's power."

"Isn't Red Son your enemy?"

"N— no!"

I shake my head, then rub my temples and look back to the kid, "Mk, you are too soft. You need to toughen up." He looks confused as I say this, my tail lashes. "Red Son is a demon, your enemy. why are you trusting him so easily?"

Mk frowns and looks guilty, like he knows this for a fact. "I know. But- there's something-"

"Mk!" I yell, "He's a demon. Guess what demon's do? They eat people. Human. Guess what Red Son did? He ate a person's meat, right behind you, at that market."