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Chapter 2

Macaque's pov

I opened my eyes slightly and looked around. But I didn't find what I expected. To my surprise, I was at Wukong's house. I got out from under the warm blanket and got to my feet. However, I immediately felt a burning pain and sat up in bed again. I hissed under my breath and felt the pain slowly disappear. Then I noticed that I wasn't wearing my cape or blouse, and where I had been injured by the scalpel, I had bandages on. This time I got out of bed a little more carefully. The pain was still terrible, but this time I was prepared for it so it wasn't so bad. Clinging to the wall, I left the room. I admit that I haven't been here many times. But luckily for me, I knew exactly where to go. This way I reached the living room, but there was no living soul there. Suddenly I smelled the nice smell of toast. So I gathered all my strength not to show my momentary weakness and, tearing myself away from the wall, I headed to the kitchen.

Despite the devastating pain, I managed to get to the kitchen. I saw a red monkey standing there with a plate of still steaming toast. He had his back turned to me. Without thinking, I spoke up and angrily asked him why he had dragged me here. He turned to me and looked irritated. With irritation, he began to say that I should be glad that he showed me his "grace" and did not leave me unconscious on the ground. I fucking hate him so much. He thinks he is some great hero and everyone should bow down to him. We argued like that for a few minutes until Wukong in anger threw one of toasts in my face. I fell silent for a moment and removed the toast from my face. I looked at Wukong with hatred and walked towards him. Sun took a knife from the counter and asked what I was going to do. I smiled broadly at him and in one move I grabbed his pants and pulled them to myself together with his boxers and threw the toast in there.

I quickly moved away from him and hid in the wall. Wukong processed what happened for a moment, then pulled the toast out of his boxers and threw it into the trash. Then he turned towards me and started threatening me with a knife in his hand. It was so funny to see him so pissed off. I started laughing loudly as he threw a series of curses and insults at me. Suddenly we heard a loud knock. We both fell silent and we heard Mk's voice behind the door. Wukong whispered to me to hide and then quickly walked to the front door. I sat in the shadow, listening to their conversation. Mk asked him if there was anyone at home because he heard his volley of curses. Sun, however, somehow got out of it and after a short conversation they went outside to start training. When they weren't looking, I quietly walked through the doorway and ran into the bushes next to the house. I didn't have better things to do anyway and I wanted to keep my mind busy so I wouldn't think about the pain, so I decided to take a look at their training.

Sun Wukong's pov

After about an hour of training, I said goodbye to my student and as soon as he disappeared from my sight, I turned to the bushes where Macaque was sitting. Pissed off, I started asking what he was thinking because there was a risk that Mk would see him. But he came out of the bushes and rolled his eyes indifferently, not seeing a problem in what he had done. I'm starting to regret not letting him bleed out in that lake. It's also a pity he's immortal, because I'd love to kill him now. I growled under my breath and then decided there was no point in arguing any further and I just went home. I crossed the threshold and, passing the living room, quickly entered the kitchen where there was a plate of already cold toast. I sighed and grabbed the plate. I took one piece of toast in my hand and slowly started eating it.

Suddenly I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I flinched and reflexively punched the person behind me with a half turn. Mac hissed in pain, grabbing the site of the blow, then laughed despite the pain and said he would leave me alone. He turned and started to leave. I was really happy that he would finally leave my house, but knowing that he hadn't eaten for a long time, I offered him some toast. He turned his head to me with surprise and disbelief, and with his eyes he asked if I was serious. I nodded to him to show that I was completely serious and he smiled gently. He walked over to me and took one piece of toast from the plate. But before he tasted it, he asked me if it was my hair. I assured him that it was real food and to his surprise I was telling the truth!