Summary:
MK comes to visit while Wukong is out.
AKA: MK and Macaque learn to bond, Part 1
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Days pass by with the speed of a dying snail.
Every single one of them is just as torturous as the last.
Wukong is both somehow a closed book and an open one, all at once. It makes him want to tear his fur out -Wukong’s fur, too. They are dancing around each other like the floor is lava and frankly, Macaque can’t fucking wait until Wukong gets bored of keeping this odd truce going and kicks him out the door.
They have nothing to talk about and nothing to do for each other -how long the Monkey King will tolerate his cursed presence upon his beautiful island is a guessing game Macaque oddly doesn’t feel too eager to play.
And the kid-
Well.
That’s a whole other problem. One that Macaque has been putting off to the side, like an idiot. No matter how much he skipped over it, MK still needs to be addressed. Macaque’s no fool to the side glances the kid gives him when he thinks he’s not looking. So far, they’ve been avoiding the topic quite successfully with a ten foot pole.
But it also doesn’t help that the kid is coming over the Flower Fruit Mountain every day.
It seems like the fight with the ancient demon had caused enough of a ruckus that none dared challenge the boy or his mentor…at least, for now. Give it a few weeks, and Macaque is most certain that MK will have his hands full proving himself to every demon, spirit and celestial who thinks they can lord over the Monkey King’s successor.
Now, won’t that be fun?
But right now, it causes a problem.
Namely, MK has more free time than ever in between his work shifts. Which means, he spends more of them training. With Wukong. On Flower Fruit Mountain. The place Macaque is currently stuck in, because his shadow magic still refuses to answer, and also because of the fact he’s more than certain Wukong slapped a tracking seal on him sometime during his first few days back from the Diyu.
When, he's not exactly sure. The days are still blurring together. Macaque might be alive again, but his soul still feels lingering effects of the Diyu, and his body has yet to fully heal from Wukong’s attacks. He is at his brother's mercy. Again.
If he tries to leave, his older brother would track him down in moments, pick him up by the scruff like he used to when they were children, and simply drag him right back; Macaque wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Why he’s even fucking doing it is beyond his understanding; they’ve been at each other’s throats for literal centuries, Wukong should have been happy he got offed.
But no, the Great Sage had to reel him out of the Diyu again, likely out of misplaced guilt.
He’s quite effectively trapped, caught waiting until the kettle rises to a screaming boil and MK decides to finally poke that topic they’ve all been avoiding with a hundred foot pole.
Great.
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It starts with this:
Wukong’s off the island. To do what? Macaque doesn’t know. Probably took any chance to avoid being around Macaque’s cursed presence. He only knows the bastard took the cloud with him so Macaque’s stuck dragging his feet through the dirt like a common peasant, stretching his feet out and wiggling limbs that still feel too heavy for his taste.
Sunlight filters into the cavern in a very specific manner; clearly the Monkey King had carved the stone top to ensure the sun rays hit the middle of the cave, right atop his beloved peach tree. The tree is well taken care of for something that has been growing inside a cave.
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Brotherhood: Destiny Fulfilled
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