wukong and six ears (Shadowpeach)

jealous rage 1/2

Warning: gorey chapter

Six ears pov:

Well... This isn't good.

Im leaned up against this table, a bunch of drunk demons all around me, partying and laughing.

We're in some weird shady pup, a bunch of bounty hunters or something all over the place laughing and talking about their schemes, crimes and kills.

I was shoved in a corner, irritated by the situation.

"Haha! Stupid ape didn't even see it coming! One rufy and he was out cold. Went ahead and crapped the stupid stick while he was clinging to it. Like taking candy from a baby!" A man, not too far from me yelled, quickly earning laughter from the surrounding men.

"God just my luck? Some Buddhist loving idiot shows up with a talking damn staff! You know how much money this thing will get me? I'll be rich!" He yelled again.

I let out a small snarl, glaring at the man furiously.

It's not like this is the first time I've been sold off... But for some reason this pissed me off more then all the other times.

Maybe it's because I finally had a good thing going. I was owned by the most powerful fucker out there! And now I'm with a bunch of homeless gangster losers.

"Aye, staff boy. Speak up! I wanna hear you sing" the man said in a mocking tone, turning around to look at me as all his friends turned to me as well.

I glared at him, refusing to say anything. He stared back, his smile slowly fading ".. hmm... Maybe he needs a lil motivation~" he said, standing up from his chair as the others laughed.

H stepped over to me, making me a bit anxious. I didn't say a word, even as he picked me up and began walking away with me.

I was confused, till he stopped right in front of the fire place...

"Hows this" he asked, lowing me and beginning to slowly push me towards the fire.

My eyes widened, the heat blasting against my face "woah woah! Ok I'll talk I'll talk!!" I yelled frantically. It's not that fire can exactly kill me, I can burn but nothing really happens, the fire just clings to me. But that doesn't mean it isn't fucking painful.

"HAH! HES SCARED OF A LIL FIRE!" he man yelled, pulling me away as the room ruptured in laughter.

I let out a sigh of relief. Being dragged back to the table as the man stood there, holding me up for everyone to stare "really hit the gold mind with this one!" A man yelled, cheering for the guy.

I growled. Who do they think they are. God this can't get any worse, who knows who they'll sell me off to? Either some rich jackass that'll keep me in a glass case. Or some war lord psycho who will use me to kill countless people.

... Why is this so hard? I've been in this situation countless times, why do I feel so upset about this..

Is it.. is it really wukong? No, I dont- I don't miss that psycho. Why would I? He smothered me for Christ sake!

... I mean, it's not like I miss always being held, and snuggled, taken care off, always involved in conversation, always praised... Fuck..

I... He wasn't that bad.. better then these guys at least.....

"Ah, how bout a game of darts! First to hit his eye wins!" The mean said, putting me against a wall, a group of guys beginning to gather around with darts in hand.

I gulped, crap. All I could do was hope their aim was shit... This is gonna be a long nigh-

*SLAM*