A kiss for good luck {shadowpeach}

Part 9: The worst

A/N: Final part is here! :D Enjoy!
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"No faair," he whined. "You promised."

Macaque straightened, one arm on his hip, and felt a calm mask slide into place. Slowly, a smile split his face. "I promised you a kiss, no? And a kiss I delivered." He tilted his head, smile turning smug. "'S not my fault if you never specified."

He stepped past him, heading for the door which he knew led to Wukong's bedroom. "Now come along and fulfill your end of the bargain. Or will I have to drag you?"

He heard Wukong grumble behind him, before a pair of footsteps fell in tandem with his own.

Macaque hesitated at the closed door, long enough for Wukong to catch up and shoulder his way inside. The room was in slightly better condition than the previous, with blankets only strewn about instead of ripped, and absence of any food or drink.

Apparently, Wukong had at least some manners. Who knew?

The other made his way to the bed and gathered up the blankets into what could by some definitions qualify as a nest, before yawning and snapping his fingers. With a puff and a soft golden glow, his previous clothes were swapped for comfy-looking pajamas with a peach print.

How oddly... predictable.

Macaque stood by the door, considering. Now that he'd accomplished his goal, there was no reason to remain. All that was left for him to do was find a cozy spot to rest, and once his powers reawakened, disappear without a trace. Stil...

He looked at Wukong, who had curled up into a ball, and sighed. "I better not hear from you until I've had at least six hours of sleep. Got it?"

Wukong nodded into the pillow.

Macaque nodded to himself, and turned towards the door. What he wouldn't give to be home right now, with instant-noodle dust on the counter and a soft bed waiting for him. Warm and inviting and... did he leave the lights on? It was such an atypical thing for him to do and yet-

"Wait."

Macaque turned to see Wukong sitting up, mouth pressed into a thin line.

"You're not going to just leave, are you?"

What a stupid question. "Of course. It's not like you want me here anyway."

Wukong, for some odd reason, looked like he was about to protest, so Macaque added: "Not when you're of sound mind, at least." He rubbed his arm. "Besides, it's not like I can actually leave the island. I'll just hunker down somewhere for a while, and disappear as soon as I can. I won't be a bother, if that's what you're worried about."

"I..." Wukong glanced to the side, gripping one of the blankets. He shut his eyes, grimacing. "I didn't actually call you here to watch Monkey cop."

Macaque stared. Shocker.

"I just-" Wukong took a deep breath, still facing the wall. "You're slimy and aggravating and just the worst."

Uhuh, really laying it on thick there, Macaque thought.

Then, for a brief moment, Wukong's eyes flashed with wild despair. "So then why do I miss you?"

Wha-?

"I see the plum trees bloom and I think 'Oh, he'd like this' and then I remember, no he wouldn't, because he likes bananas now." Wukong threw his hands up in the air. "I don't even know you anymore. And yeah, maybe I should be glad, because that means I'm moving on, we're past all that, but sometimes I'm just... not." He hunched down, curling up on himself.