𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦. n. (latin)
- star, constellation, glory, immortality, heaven.
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❝I don't need the stars, because I have you.❞
In which, the Celestial Nine-Tailed Fox finally visits the Mortal Realm after millenniums of avoiding her past.
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「 第十二章 // 𝗖𝗛. 𝟭𝟮 」
"I Wanna Tell You A Secret."
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"Can you believe it? Monkey King said he was going on a vacation! A vacation, now, of all times!"
You had, by now, become a frequent visitor to Pigsy's shop. You were currently listening patiently to MK's frustrated rambling— what could only be the after effect of Wukong's horrible excuses.
Outside, you could hear Jiangxue and Mei's voices growing louder as they shouted over each other, battling furiously on one of the arcade machines those youngsters were so addicted to these days.
You feel unsettled by Wukong's absence. The fact that he was taking on the responsibility of finding an artefact to defeat Lady Bone Demon was nearly unbelievable—
You've never once seen him take his responsibilities so seriously, after all.
But as you smile at MK's exaggerated gestures, you suppose the reason he would be doing it was for his disciple. You would do the same, in his place.
These... young minds change your perspective of the world in an almost awe-inspiring way.
"I'm sure he's leaving Megapolis in your hands only because he knows it'll be safe in your hands. It is perhaps not my place to say this, but I'm sure he trusts you very much."
MK's face contorts with surprise, but most of it was prideful contentment.
"Really? You think so? If you say it like that... I... I'm really glad. Thanks, Y/n." He beams.
Warm arms wrap around you before you're able to react— but it's gone just as quickly as it came when MK realises what he has done. Your smile widens at the surprising hug he gifted you, even as he sputtered.
"I— I'm sorry! I didn't mean to touch you... without permission! I'm so sorry!"
His face bore alikeness similar to that of a tomato. You chuckle at that.
"No, no, it's fine. I appreciate it. I'm glad I could offer you some sort of comfort when you're drowning in responsibilities."
MK shifts in his seat, bowing his head abashedly. A calm silence takes over the atmosphere, the sounds of Pigsy working behind the counters, chopping ingredients and pouring soup a warm symphony that reminds you of home.
