Deep Violet

A Mistake

"Wukong! Wukong, stop it!" The onyx-haired simian screeched at his combatant, an old friend, and one that he used to hold dear. The Great Sage Equal to Heaven: Sun Wukong. The ginger simian was not holding back anything, he was giving this fight his all. It didn't start this way, honestly, it was never this way. Those two used to be so very close to one another but years ago it ended, as if a moth drew too close to the candle and burnt its wings to a crisp. Love to a loss, The simians were fighting one another trying to gain the upper hand earning many new wounds that would turn to scars in the process: Tao lee, the one who had unintentionally started this fight was doing his best to talk some sense into the Monkey King but ultimately failing and only earning another roundhouse kick to the back of his skull, blood gushed from his nose and fell to the ground, himself following soon after. "W-Wukong-! Please wait.." The simian pleaded with the king like a peasant groveling before a royal, begging for forgiveness. "You should've thought about what would happen to you if you came back here, you haven't changed; no self-preservation at all!" he was right, Tao never thought about himself before diving headfirst into a dangerous situation, just like he was in the past. He used to be brash, putting his own life on the line for anything and anyone. It wasn't his fault that he was like that, it was just his nature. The simian's vision was clouded and blurry; tears clouded his vision as dirt and blood stained his pale face. He was a total contrast to the Monkey king who stood before his nearly collapsed body he stared down at his old acquaintance with a sneer, a tone of disgust written on his face as his brows furrowed at the simian below him. Tao pleaded with Wukong once more, to listen and talk with him, wanting to mend broken bonds and right the wrongs of the past, But the Monkey King would not listen he tucked his staff back in his ear and reached down to Tao a hand placed on his head; a moment of tenderness that was replaced with scorn as the King's claws tangled themself in Tao's wreck of hair. Tao screeched at the pain adding to the pain, as he gripped the hand that forced him to the King's face, Tao's expression of distress was only met with a grimace and a sneer, Wukong's teeth bore as he spat at Tao. "You knew what you did to get yourself banished from here, it seems I had to remind you, stay gone; Tao Lee." A choked sob left Tao's mouth as he felt more strain being put on his scalp, the King had wounded his arm back and aimed it directly off the island. The next thing Tao was able to register was that he was hurtling towards the sea at an alarming rate, before Tao had landed into the ice-cold grip of the sea, he muttered one thing. "Damn it."