Je Te Laisserai De Mots

Chapter 3 - Near The Place Where Your Feet Pass

"It was my birthday..."

As daylight shined through the windows of his room, the monkey elected to ignore it. It was his special day after all, who did the sun think it was to tell him to get up? As he pulled the covers over his face he curled up tiredly, his eyes closing for a moment more before he heard something,a commotion behind his door as it was passed and something was slid underneath. Knowing his brothers, it was probably a birthday card, he wasn't that curious about it. He'd rather sleep...

Okay, nevermind, he was totally curious.

As he pulled the sheets off himself he rolled out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on because why would he? He wasn't going to fuss over getting dressed if no one was going to be seeing him for a while. As he straightened up and stretched, his bones cracking like an orchestra of bad sleeping habits, he looked towards the door and saw it.

A small envelope of parchment sat on the floor, along with a singular sunflower.

How in the Heavens did someone get a sunflower under his door he did not know, and yet it kept perfectly.

He quickly walked over and picked them both up, laying his sunflower on a desk nearby, making a mental note to to fetch water for it later, and instead turned his attention to the letter, neatly folded and sealed with wax, though it seemed the stamp had been cut away, leaving only the coloured circle to hold it together. He took a deep breath as he opened it, breaking the seal rather messily as he started to read from the words on the page. The ink was smudged, seemingly hurriedly written as if the writer was against the clock in some way.

'Dear Wukong, I have to admit I am a bit nervous writing this letter to you, I care for you so much and yet I can't seem to find the words to tell you without spilling out how much I adore our time together. I hope you have a marvellous birthday and here is to many more shared by friends.'

Wukong's heart practically skipped a beat when he saw it, reading it over many times just to process the information given to him; he had a secret admirer? Well, that was obvious by the previous messages sent to him, however, he truly did have an admirer that knew his every move. Knew him personally. He was flattered, and while it was a bit odd they didn't just outright confess, it was nice to own these letters as a small reminder of the faith the other had in him, whoever they were.

Wait- maybe he could find out who they were!

He had a few hours before celebrations were scheduled to start, so all he had to do was sneak into everyone's rooms, find a sample of their writing and compare them! It was genius, he would be able to figure out who the mysterious writer was without even having to raise suspicion. He knew that most others would be out of their rooms by now, save for Peng, however, he was entirely sure the secret admirer was not Peng. And if it was, he would be wholly disappointed in that fact, maybe even a tad disgusted.

He folded the letter carefully and placed it on his desk next to the flower and threw on some clothes he found on top of a pile of clothes in the corner; determined, he left his room to go snooping. His first target? None other than the Demon Bull King himself. He had never taken DBK as the romantic type, however, maybe he was soft under that rough, bad boy exterior. Maybe he actually had a heart of gold he protected with a shield of shattered glass. He wasn't sure, but he was going to find out.

Oh, he was definitely going to find out.

DBK's room wasn't actually that far from his own, being only down the hall a hop, skip and a jump away. It was a larger door than his own, and imposed great intimidation on anyone who even dared try to touch it. However, the Monkey King wasn't scared of some big bull, oh no, he was more terrified of what he was going to find in the room. DBK was a very private person, and with that came much suspicion. Just what was the man hiding to the point he allowed no one to go into his room? Or was it just a privacy thing?