Dragonfruit-oneshots

Mori

He remembered that day like it was yesterday, how MK had rushed to him shakingly telling him the news, Red Son then frowned and yelled at the boy not to joke about such serious matters as death, but when he took a closer look at the brunette he finally realized that he wasn't kidding, the Monkey King's Successor was shaking, his hair was mussed, his eyes were swollen from crying, his hands were dirty, his shirt was soaked in blood, most definitivly not his own.

,,Mei can't die, she was too strong for that! She managed to tame Samadhi Fire, defeated LBD, and faced equally dangerous opponents now and then, it is impossible that she died." He forced his friend to tell him the girl's location, MK must have been wrong!

When they teleported to the scene, everything looked like rubble, he heard screams from somewhere, so they headed towards the commotion, his heart beat faster with anxiety and his stomach lurched into his throat. Before MK could stop the red-haired man, he was already next to Mei, pushing Tang away along the way.

A body lay on the ground, the girl looked as if she had taken a short nap in the middle of nowhere and in a pool of her blood, her face was disturbingly calm, and her coal-black hair accentuated the pallor of her skin even more.

He shook her by the shoulders. Her head fell back limply.

No, it couldn't be !

He tried again, with the same results. Maybe if he calls her name a few times it will help? Surely, Mei will open her eyes, smile, and say that it's all just a prank!

But she didn't wake up, no matter how loudly he called her, no matter how tight he hugged her, it didn't help.

Then he felt someone pulling him back, he wasn't sure who or what was saying to him, he was struggling like a madman to free himself. He didn't wanted to be separated from her.

After that horrible event, days blurred into one, he remembered the funeral itself as if through a fog,

he saw many people but their faces were blurred, they merged into one big mass, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed Mr. and Mrs. Long, they were devastated, their shoulders were shaking in silent sobbing,

no wonder, no parent should bury their child, this was not the normal course of things, all of their nobility disappeared, absorbed in mourning for their only beloved daughter.
He expressed his condolences, but for them, it meant as much as the condolences of dozens of other people, it would not bring their daughter back.

Red Son didn't have the strength to stay until the end of the ceremony, so he decided to go back home, he had the impression that MK was saying something to him but he couldn't recognize individual words, he stopped only to look at the photo of the deceased, her lips curled in a delicate smile, and jade-green eyes looked at him as if amused.

The demon clenched his fists, digging his nails into the delicate skin of his hand, and a trickle of blood ran down his wrist.

The demon locked himself in his workshop, filled with anger

At himself

At the whole world

At the monster who took the life of the person dearest to him.

The boy looked at himself in the small mirror hanging on the wall, he almost didn't recognize himself, his eyes were shining dangerously and his hair was tied in a messy ponytail.

It was unlike him to not care about his appearance, but he found himself in an unusual situation he never thought he would find himself in.

He quickly looked around the workshop looking for something sharp, took the scissors in one hand, and grabbed his hair in the other , and without even thinking.