ShadowPeach Oneshots!

Going Our Separate Ways (Angst)

Before you read, I just want to mention that there is mentions of death and blood. So if either of those make you uncomfortable, skip this chapter!

"Stop.
I was only trying to help!
Please!
Don't kill me!
Nonononono!
STOP!"

Macaque gasped, panting heavily as he woke up, tears in his eyes. "Gah.. again..? Why is it always the same nightmare?" Macaque asked himself, rubbing his eyes with a low groan, annoyed and confused as to why he kept having the same nightmare. Over and over again.
It wouldn't go away.
Macaque sighed, getting off his bed and changing into more comfortable clothes.
Macaque left his room, sighing heavily as he passed through the city, wanting to talk to Wukong about his nightmares.
Macaque had used his teleportation powers to make it to FFM, immediately knocking on the door to Wukong's house, feeling a bit anxious. "I'm going! Give me a second!" Wukong said, opening the door, only to narrow his eyes as he saw Macaque.
"Macaque. What are you doing here?" Wukong asked, his body tensing up at the mere sight of his enemy. "Wukong. I just want to.. talk." Macaque said, trying to assure to Wukong that he wasn't here to pick a fight.
"About what?" Wukong asked, clearly not buying Macaques words. "I... keep having nightmares.." Wukong was about to ask about what, before Macaque interrupted and said, "About when you killed me."
Wukong paused, his tail flicking as he moved aside, allowing Macaque to enter his house. "And why.. exactly.. have you been having nightmares.. about that?" Wukong asked, sitting down on his couch, staring at Macaque a stern face.
"I don't know. I just.. wanted to talk to you about them.." Macaque said, his voice turning to a whisper, knowing how Wukong would react.
"Talk? Macaque, why do you think you're having those nightmares? Don't you think it's because what you did, what you TRIED to do?"
Wukong asked, his voice growing more aggressive and hurt. "Wukong. Look, I know what I tried to do was wrong but I-" Wukong cut Macaque off with a breathless chuckle. "Wrong? That doesn't even begin to describe how awful your actions were. You tried to harm my Master! You impersonated me! And you think 'wrong' is a fitting word?"
Wukong growled, glaring at Macaque with angered eyes. "He was abusing you. He was forcing you to serve him! I was trying to help you! And you KILLED me!" Macaque shouted, seeming pained by the memory.
"You left me no choice! My Master wasn't abusing me. He was helping me!" Wukong said, his voice lowering to a deep scowl. "Helping? Don't even go there! He harmed you! And you sided with him! He forced you to wear that cursed fillet! He forced you to listen! And you think that's fine?!"
Macaque yelled, pausing as he saw Wukong face his staff towards him, to be more specific, to his right eye. "Macaque. Another word from you, and you'll be dead a second time." Wukong warned, placing the staff right in front of Macaques scarred eye.
".....Fine. Just act like that Monk was the good guy. Pretend like you don't care." Macaque said, heading for the door, as he dropped his glamours, revealing his scarred and blind eye, and his fur, which contained white streaks.
"I wouldn't want to push my luck... now would I? Otherwise you'd kill me. Again. Even though I had begged you to stop."
Macaque said with a growl, his scar beginning to bleed as he teleported away, leaving Wukong on his own.
Why did things have to be this way?
Why couldn't Wukong just listen?
Why didn't Macaque be more sensible with his actions?
Well...
They can't change the past...
This is how it was.
And this is how it will stay.