Mk Meets A demon, That was different from the rest, they weren't violent, or wanted Mk's staff or power, they just wanted a friend? so Why Does Sun Wukong dislike them so much
IT'S THE LONG AWAITED, THE WUKONG FIC. I HOPE YOU ENJOY. Before we begin I do have a question, how would you feel if I rewrote the first few chapters?)
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'How did I end up like this?' Thought (y/n) uncomfortable, not knowing what to do.
In the alleyway, stood the (h/c) demon, who wanted nothing more but to leave. Just get out of the city and leave. Arms wrapped around their hips, with a face crying in their waist. Tears wetting their outfit.
Monkey King was Drunk.
Drunk and crying in their Lap.
The Sun had long since set, as the sky had gotten dark. Black ink covered the sky, as it remained bare as can be. No stars or moon could be seen. The only light was that from the buildings and streetlamp.
Sitting in a booth at the club, Yanchou stared at (y/n). Their hand holding up their face. They were so beautiful.
She stared at (y/n) with a strange look. Bold red makeup, covered Yanchou's face as normal. The only difference, being she had changed her eyeliner with some more interesting patterns. The front of her black hair was pulled back being put half up and half down, whist the rest clung across her shoulders.
Her gold bracelet, gleamed under Neath the lights of the club. Her hand covered over the alcoholic beverage; she had half finished.
Her lipstick had long since smudge, having been here for a few hours. Lipstick marks covered, the rim of her glass, as she tilted her head. She wore a low cut, Strapless crimson dress. The sides been cut out, Ending mid-thigh. Her earrings jingled, as they continued to stare at (y/n).
"Is everything alright?" asked (Y/n), as the placed the brush down. They had realised their friend had been staring, for quite a bit.
"You're so beautiful" They murmured, causing them to laugh.
"I think the alcohol's getting to you" They chuckled, as they downed there (Drink of choice), leaning back on their chair, arms stretched out on the back.
This was nice.
Finally, they felt content. Happy, Comfortable. They feeling of stress that's had been wrapped around them, melting away. The music blaring, as everyone moved around.
The club was called Ethereal. It had opened recently, and was popular with both humans and demons.
and so Yanchou had pretty much dragged them over.
"Let's dance!"
Grabbing (y/n)'s rest and pulling them up to their feet. Yanchou grabbed her drink, and chugging the rest of it, the back of her throat burning. Not that she cared.
The two made their way over, as the music blared. Light's flashed around, almost reminding them of the 80's discos.
Hands interlinked, (Y/n) took Yanchou's wrist Twirling her around, before dipping her to the floor.
"Ah!" Yanchou screamed out, as she wrapped her arms around (y/n)'s shoulders.
The two danced happily, unaware of a pair of bright golden eyes staring at them unhappily. Jealously clashed through his face.
Sun Wukong sat at the bar, His hands clutching the whiskey he had been drinking. Hiccupping, as he held his head in his hand. It wasn't fair. He hated, that demon would hangout with Mk. He was forced to stare at the Face-
He scowled, as he quickly finished the rest of the whiskey.
He hiccupped, as he continued to watch them.
Minutes turned to hours, and soon it was late in the night. Yanchou had left, and Wukong had become wasted.
His vision blurred, as He watched a demon talk to (y/n). His grip tightened, before letting go of the drink.
He stumbled over. The monkey demon wrapping his arm around there shoulder. Glaring at the minor demon's. (Y/n) looked over, there face confused before furrowing there eyebrows in annoyance seeing it was the Monkey demon.
The demon's grew scared, as they felt the tense air around them, and they quickly left. Preferring their life.
(y/n) stumbled back, at the sudden change of pressure as he fell on top of them. His claws grabbing at there clothes.
"Monkey King?" God they really needed to learn his name. It made it worse considering the other's only ever called him that.
"Wukong" He hiccuped, leaning over. His hand grabbing onto their shoulder.
Freezing in their spot, as they heard that name. That was the one Suyin warned them about right? "It's S-Sun Wu-Wukong" He slurred hiccups following each word.
The realisation hit them, and (y/n) wanted to hit themselves. How the hell could they not realise that was their name? They were an idiot.
"Miss/Mr/Mx? Do you want me to escort him out?" Asked the bartender.
sighing (y/n) shook their head, It was better not to upset him at the moment. "It's fine i know him" The bartender raised an eyebrow, before nodding.
"Come on" (y/n) grabbed onto their side, holding them as they walked out the club.
It wasn't long however, until he tightened his grip on (y/n) Wrapping his hands around there shoulder.
"It's not fair" His voice wavered, causing them to pause. Drunk people spill secrets right? their head itched, should they ask why he hated them.
His arms tightened around them, as his face found it's way onto their neck.
"You look exactly like them" 'Who?'
"You even smell exactly like them, Your name, Your face, Your hair it's all the same"
"Who do i look like?" (Y/n) asked, Hesitantly wrapping their arms around him.
"My Love" Their shoulders tensed as they felt him began to cry. Tears leaking onto their shoulders.
"The only person i ever loved. Truly loved." He began to fell, as his knees gave way. His arms wrapped around their waist.
"And they died-And now You stand here. A demon, that looked like them. Did you take their form, just to torment me?" He cried as he looked up, staring at them. He looked so pitiful. So upset, Broken.
"When i saw through your human disguise, and i saw your demon form. You still looked like them. Are you just trying to torment me?"
'How did I end up like this?' Thought (y/n) uncomfortable, not knowing what to do.
In the alleyway, stood the (h/c) demon, who wanted nothing more but to leave. Just get out of the city and leave. Arms wrapped around their hips, with a face crying in their waist. Tears wetting their outfit.
Monkey King was Drunk.
Drunk and crying in their Lap.
"Wukong-It is my form." (Y/n) said as there eyes softened. No wonder they hated them. If they were in love with Mk, and he had died and a demon took on the form of him? They would of killed them on the spot.
They wrapped there arms around his head softly.
"Don't let go. Please-I don't want to be alone again" It sounded so out of character, for him. So different, but seeing him crying, seeing him upset. It made more sense, coming together slightly.
"I won't" He put his head on their waist, slumping exhausted.
