Hidden from reality

Chapter 12: fierce warrior

I know I'm skipping a lot of episodes- but I'll try not to do that anymore!

Some episodes are boring, and I really can't lose my motivation (I love all episodes, but writing them takes a long time, and I want to be as quick as possible! :) I'll try not to skip anymore! )

Enjoy!

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It's been three weeks since they visited Y/ns village. Monkey King had left on some "vacation," and Y/n is.. somewhere.

Two days after they had gotten back from Y/ns home, Y/n had left during the middle of the night.

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Y/n slowly blinked his eyes open, yawning as he sat up from where he had been sleeping next to Mk on the floor. He looked to his left, seeing Wukong sleeping, blanket barely over his body, tail wrapped around Y/ns middle. Y/n rolled his eyes, grabbing the blanket and moving it up to fully cover his body up to his shoulders.

He gently patted Wukongs tail, getting him to let go of him. Y/n stood up, stretching his arms over his head and rolling his shoulders.

He glanced to the other side of his living room and glared at the shadow staring back at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, wincing a little as he accidently squeezed the cut on it. He sighed, walking to his kitchen, grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it in the sink. He would do this in the bathroom, but he was too lazy.

Taking off the bandages around his forehead, he pressed the cloth against it, wiping the dried blood. He winced a little when it slightly burned, but the pain eased soon enough. Y/n had a pretty large cut on his forehead that went from the middle, down to the edge of his eyebrow, slitting it in two. He wiped away the blood and re-did the bandages, putting his hair up into a bun. As he did, he looked outside and noticed it was almost dawn.

"Suns going to rise.." he muttered to himself, setting the cloth in the sink after ringing the dried blood out of it. Walking past the living room, out the front door, he walked down from his porch, walking to the small hill near his home, he walk past trees, and right to the clearing where the city was visible.

He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the city.

"Let's try this again.." he muttered, closing his eyes. It's been a few hours since he's tried it, and he failed the first time. After learning from Wukong their first meeting that he could copy powers to an extent, he's been wanting to test this ability.

Gold vision, especially. After seeing blurry versions of what Mk sees when he holds his hand, he wants it to be clearer, but clearly, he needs practice. He just hopes it'll work better this time. He wants to be able to copy powers without having to be in contact with a person the entire time.

Y/n slowly inhales, focusing on when he sees through gold vision, the energy of it, the feeling of it. He thought back to when his vision would change, and he exhaled, opening his eyes, now a bright gold.

"Finally!" Y/n scoffed, blinking a few times as he kept his focus, looking out to the city, searching. He looked through buildings, through the streets, finding nothing.

"Where are you.." He grits his teeth, tapping his foot on the ground, feeling for the vibrations of ground beneath his feet. He blinked when he felt a soft rumble, miles away.