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Intro - I'll Leave You Words

"Hey kid, how are ya?" The echo of a voice ran throughout the caves of Flowerfruit Mountain as the shadow monkey made himself known, rising up from the floor with a bright smirk as his victim jumped back in fright, the poor boy almost having a heart attack right there as he drew his staff defensively at the being of darkness.

"Macaque! Never sneak up on me like that ever again! I nearly hit you," MK responded quickly, frowning as he twisted the staff, the malleable pillar spinning between his fingers before shrinking down to size and disappearing into his ear while the monkey cringed at the thought.

"Yeah, I'd rather not be hit in the head again, bud. Last time that happened didn't end very well," he chuckled as his tail swished, walking alongside MK and humming quietly in thought. "Why exactly are you here, kid? You don't usually drop by unless Wukong has asked you to do something. You're a busy guy."

"Oh! We came to help with a bit of spring cleaning!" Another voice managed to rise up, Macaque craning his head to finally see the other that had joined them. "Dragon girl! Well, this is quite a surprise. If Wukong has asked you to help clean I assume he means...?"

MK sighed and nodded, confirming his suspicions as they walked, a little annoyed at the fact himself, "Yup. We're cleaning out the treasury hoard again. He says that there are some things he wants to find but that means rearranging the entire treasury until we find the thing he needs. I'm tempted to let Tang go ham and organise stuff but I think it would just end up messy again after five minutes of Monkey King searching for stuff."

"Ah, you know Wukong well. Even when we were in the Brotherhood his room looked like the Samahdi Fire had just taken a spinning leap into it. No matter how many times Azure and I cleaned it, it would end up a mess again. It's not worth the hassle and messing up his 'order of things'," Macaque answered truthfully and smirked.

Though he was slightly happy the kids were here he couldn't help but mourn the hope of a quiet evening in; while he and Sunweren't on the best terms, there was at least less hostility between them. So much so that when the Monkey King found out that he was living out of the old theatre in Megapolis he had offered a place to stay. While he didn't exactly have a bed, he didn't mind sleeping on the floor or protecting the monkeys in the nursery, he was amazed at how many of the little guys there were since his last visit to the fruitful mountain. He was always fond of the smaller simians.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that there is plenty to do," he said, revelling in the groans of annoyance he heard from the both of them, and as they got to the doors he pushed them open to reveal that the room they had once cleaned, was now a heaping mess again. That just earned even more annoyed groans and moans as the simian rolled his eyes, walking into the room quietly.

"The faster you start, the faster you finish!"

As they started to fish through the room for long lost treasures, Macaque uncovered many treasures he had long forgotten about; Wukong was a sentimental man, he knew that. He always had to be reminded of how amazing he was, but his vast collection was more than he was anticipating. The reminiscent scents of what he once called home, and who he called home; things that he would have lost if Wukong hadn't kept them, like their first ever battle armour, crudely made and rather damaged from their first fight; pressed flowers Macaque would make from the flowering mountain in spring to remind Wukong of home when he was away, his old clothes once he journeyed to the West and... Left him behind.

He shook his head as he tried not to think of it like that, his face softening at all of the old artefacts, most now just relics of the past. Pieces of metal, cloth and nature with no true meaning. But to him? To him they meant the world. Everything was intricately preserved to keep its original beauty, and while scrolls were damaged and other relics half destroyed or bent beyond repair, he was thankful that Wukong had done him at least one justice by keeping his memories intact and safe.