(Y/N) positioned herself protectively in front of Mk, her expression stern. "Do not make me do this," she warned Macaque, her voice filled with determination. "This boy will not heal what he has done to you... to us," she continued, her words firm. She locked eyes with Macaque, her gaze filled with a sudden defiance, a silent plea for him to reconsider the path he was choosing.
Macaque's voice carried a bitter edge as he spoke, puffing out his chest. "So all of a sudden," he began, but before he could finish his sentence, he disappeared from (Y/N)'s sight, to reach for Mk. "You get a heart.." appearing from behind Macaque was partially submerged in the shadows. "..and I am the Villain!" His words echoed accusingly, and as his hand grazed Mk's shoulder, (Y/N) effortlessly intercepted, swiftly moving in front of him and firmly holding his wrist with her own hand. "Or should I say your wings," he sneered, his glare piercing into (Y/N)'s soul. There was an eruption of hurt that seemed to surge through him, an ancient betrayal that remained unsoothed and indifferent from his perspective.
"I dislike Wukong. I hate him," (Y/N) seethed, her voice laced with restrained fury. "But you have done enough harm to... Monkey King's successor." Her wings flared in a display of defiance, hoping to startle Macaque and assert her strength.
"Spare me!" Macaque scoffed dismissively. "We both know this kid would drop you the moment you seem any sort of aggressive. (Y/N) gently pushed him back with a reassuring touch to his back. Looking at the sight before him he sighed, attempting to diffuse the tension, " (Y/N), look—" Before he could finish, a faint rumbling filled the theater, and suddenly spikes erupted from the ground, encircling (Y/N), draping around chairs, and climbing across the ceiling. It was a display meant to intimidate, to show Macaque that she was serious. He knew that. How could he not. The realization that she was willing to confront him in such a manner only fueled his anger.
Macaque's words cut through the tense air, laden with disdain and bitterness. "You were always such a brat," he spat, his eyes scanning (Y/N) for any sign of hesitation or change in her demeanor. But she remained stiff, cold, her gaze lowered, refusing to meet his eyes. He cackled, a cruel laughter, before opening his shadow lantern, ready to command Mk's friends captured within its depths. "You'll have nowhere to go," he declared triumphantly, convinced of his control over the situation. "That's not true!" Mk's voice broke through, sincere and determined, as he poked his head out from behind (Y/N), showing his support and defiance against Macaque's assertion.
Mk's voice carried an air of determination and optimism despite the dire circumstances. "She'll have me... and my friends! It doesn't really look good right now, but you know what, never mind," He glanced up at (Y/N), who maintained her poised position in front of him. "I knew you'd come around.. you'll always have a place with me!" he exclaimed, a sense of relief and gratitude evident in his words as he acknowledged (Y/N)'s protection.
"You know, you've just been a real peach to be around," Macaque seethed, his words dripping with sarcasm. Behind him, Mk's friends reacted in kind, mirroring his emotions with flared arms and bared teeth. (Y/N) remained silent, her composure unwavering as Macaque continued his verbal assault. "If I would have known any better, I would think you and Wukong are one and the same," he sneered, his glare reflecting a mixture of hurt and anger. "Finding inner peace," he mocked, his tone laced with disdain. Suddenly, Pigsy came charging forward, attacking (Y/N) with a ferocity that matched Macaque's emotional intensity. She swiftly threw the shadow off but couldn't hide the frustration that bit at her soul. "And leaving once you think you're better than me," Macaque seethed, sending Tang after her.
She skillfully dodged Tang's attack, conjuring vines with a wave of her hand to hold the adversaries behind her like chess pieces awaiting her strategic command. "You are hurt. As am I," (Y/N) continued calmly, her wings flat against her back as she advanced towards Macaque. Her measured tone held a hint of understanding, attempting to cut through the tension and offer a moment of reflection amidst the chaos.
"No, you got what you needed, you're just pitying me. Wukong has taken more than I could ever speak of," Macaque retorted bitterly, his words laden with resentment. He stared at (Y/N) with accusing eyes, drawing a parallel between her actions and those of Monkey King.
He sent Mei charging forward without warning, aiming to catch (Y/N) off guard. Swiftly, she reacted, conjuring a vine in front of her just in time. With a precise slash, Mei cleaved through the barrier, expertly deflecting the oncoming attack. (Y/N) trapped Mei in a moment of suspended time, holding her behind with vines.
As (Y/N) held Mk's friends in the vines, she spoke with a soft plea, "What we have been through will never be understood but from each other, Macaque. You are my dear friend, ally, someone who I would never dare to betray nor abandon. Please, enough..." Her words carried a genuine sincerity, a plea for understanding and reconciliation. Macaque's eyes faltered, his expression shifting as her words seemed to tug at something within him. His nose scrunched in frustration, and with a final breath, he spoke, "You're right. That is enough. You know, you really are that bit too much like him. But good to see you never had changed."
The spikes that surrounded (Y/N) receded into the floor, and Macaque, with a sudden, forceful motion, threw the dimmed shadow lantern onto the ground. The lantern shattered into pieces, freeing Mk's friends from their imprisonment. The shards of the lantern scattered across the theater floor, creating a stark contrast to the previously tense atmosphere.
Mk's friends slowly emerged to life from (Y/N)'s vines, disoriented but grateful for their newfound freedom. The theater, despite the shattered ceiling and seating, began to return to a semblance of normalcy. Macaque, avoiding eye contact with (Y/N), directed his gaze toward Mk. Macaque spoke, "Maybe you're not as dense as you look. Something's coming. Something you're not even close to ready for. Don't worry. You can never have too many teachers, right?" His eyes moved to (Y/N), biting his tongue he turned from her.
"Macaque," (Y/N) called softly, her gratitude evident in her voice, "Thank you." He scoffed in response, a mixture of dismissal and perhaps a touch of acknowledgment, before retreating into the shadows.
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Fanfiction"He did this to me..so he would be king." Her back was faced towards him. She was vengeful and hurt allowing the memories to return to her. A man she had once knew, betraying her as if she was nothing. Her world turned red for a mere second.
