Redemption |ShadowPeach|

14 - Don't count on it, bud.

| Third person |

| We all know what this means! >:D |

The agency had only heard a voice on the other side of the communicator that had signaled to them that it had been one of their own agents. Wukong had been caught red handed in this little game of theirs. Ao Lee goes to take action, but before he does. Buddha had stopped him before he could, holding his hand out to him as if saying that this would teach Wukong not to be so hasty with his choices. When Sun Wukong had mentioned to himself that he wasn't very good at hiding his true self. Buddha was aware of this fact coming from the other. Nezha on the other hand was checking to see if their agent's body cam was still functional. When he saw that it was, they caught a vivid image of the one who Nezha had thought was one of the Mafia leaders taking hold of Sun Wukong in his grasp, while the agent had been a fussing kicking mess. Screaming;

"You can't do this!"

over the speaker of the body cam. Making sure that the others heard him from the other side because he knew it was the only way to get in touch with the agency. The one who captured him was none other than the one who the EAFA had been looking for. The infamous Liu'Er Mihou, the Six Eared Macaque. The firstborn of the Mihou bloodline.

"Oh. Yes I can. Peaches."

On the other end, Liu'Er witnessed the camera and gave the most sly grin anyone has ever seen. Cutting it out while the computer screen turned to complete static. Nezha had witnessed this along with the other agents. Ao Lee remained calm the entire time, while Ali sighed and rubbed her eyes. "That idiot! He just got started, and now he's getting himself into trouble. Welp, there's no way to save him now."

Bartholomew cut her short by saying, "what about his chimps?" in question. Everyone heard this and looked back at him. Ali couldn't stop laughing at how it sounded, but knew that he had been right about one thing. The Monkey King's companionship with them had been special, which meant they would have to train them to find their owner. "Wukong is the Monkey King, right? Then his little friends wouldn't mind helping to find where they've taken him." Said Barth. Abel, Loua and Ryman. The chimps look at one another. Abel signaled to Loua if it was a good idea, and Ryman cut in with 'yes. He is our king, we need to aid him'. in sign language. Nezha sighed heavily and stood up, fixing his tie. "Then we shall begin training as soon as you three are ready." He spoke, as if understanding them. In which, Nezha understood all too well that Sun Wukong was clumsy in every way and would often get himself into trouble. Now he knows what Nika meant when she asked. But Wukong couldn't be a criminal. Could he?

| Wukong |

Being dragged out of the back of a vehicle wasn't how I saw my ending. I finally did stop fussing from being so damn tired. I apparently had been drugged by some form of shot that I felt early on when Macaque had me get beaten up. When I woke up, the bag was pulled off my head. And I was chained to a chair in the middle of what looked like a cell-room. The walls had no windows on them, and there was a door, but it was padlocked. I winced when a light shined on my face, I lurched forward and coughed when water hit my face. Thank God for waterproof makeup. "Finally awake?" Asked a voice from above me, moving the flashlight away.

"Where am I..?" I questioned who was in front of me, apparently, it was one of Macaque's goons. I forgot his name. Begins with an S or something close to that. The other had been looking at me from the other side of the cell. Crossing her arms, side glancing at me with a sly grin.

"You're going to tell me exactly what we want to know. Sun Wukong. Or, if you prefer punishment worse than these pathetic chains, it is your choice. If you defy us, you will be sentenced." Seygien had spoken. That's right, his name was- yeah. That. I forgot until now, but I then suddenly remembered him when the Brotherhood had been a thing way back then. Where all we did was cause trouble back then while in the foster home. But when I reached a certain age, I was sixteen or so. I stopped being a part of the group because I wanted to do something better than be the cause of- well.. chaos.. little did I know. I was the cause of this mess and I had to clean it. All on my own. Somehow. "Sentenced, huh? To what? Death-row?" I said in a teasing question toward him, feeling the side of my face get punched by him. It stung a lot. A whole lot more than it should have. "Tell me who sent you!" Snarled Seygien. But I refused to tell him anything, which wasn't another mistake. I didn't want to put Nezha or my friends in more danger. So I kept my mouth shut. After an hour of him punching the shit out of me, I still didn't budge. I refused to say anything about my work or where I had worked. But it was obvious that Macaque already knew. Because when he came into the room, he said this under his breath, "isn't of any use to lie about it. Wukong." and when I heard these words, my heart sank. Because knowing Liu'Er, he would do everything he could to get the information he needed. "Seygien, enough. Go calm your ass down." Macaque demands, and the other gave a noticeable huff. Wiping his hands clean with a cloth that was given to him. Page happened to walk out with Seygien. At least they changed, only by a little.

After the door slammed shut, I heard it lock loudly. Signaling me that we were in fact alone. Together. I struggle to get out of my binds, glaring at him. "Don't think that coming back was my choice, Macaque." I seethed at him, struggling further to get free.

"When my chimps find you, I'll-"

"You will what, huh? Y'know, I'll have to kill them for trying to take you away from me ever again." I forgot to mention that early on when I said I didn't know him in my head, I was doing it to protect him. But he's Mafia material. While I in the very beginning had been a bastard, a nobody, lurking and walking in the spotlight of the sun. While he was free roaming through the shadows of the moon. His name meant moon. While mine was obvious. "You won't TOUCH them!" I yelled at him, only to feel his heated breath fanning my face now. At least he takes better care of himself than he had in the past. He smells cleaner, but that would be a lie because he is a convict and I need to bring him in. When either I like it or not. I thought to myself and lowered my head, "it has been awhile, hasn't it, Plum?" in question, I ask. He scoffed and leaned closer, gripping my chin tightly. "Oh that it has. Did you forget that I know everything? Peaches~" Macaque whispered, quietly into my ear. My face heated up and I continued to struggle again, "no, I-"

"It seems like you forgot, Monkey King. Seems like I need to teach you some manners on what happens when you fuck with the wrong boss, hm~?" Macaque then picked the chair up and oddly- wow he's stronger than he looks. While my short ass was only who knows what height, perhaps four foot ten or something? I heard this in my head and couldn't stop laughing at it out loud, and this annoyed Liu'Er. "Quit laughing. I'm only doing this because you lied to me. You could have been honest with me, sweet peach. But no~ You had to go ahead and lie about all of it!" Macaque growled, slamming the door with his foot and it automatically opened. Page was on the other side with another guy, both of them looked at me. "Is that-"

"Don't keep your attention on him. Owen." In that same language I heard from earlier on. Russian. My deadly punishment was witnessing them? OK, that was weird. I told myself, feeling the chair being carried. "I'll get out eventually, Liu'Er. You know me." I nag toward Macaque.

"Don't count on it, bud. No one cares. Especially not me, but since you are now owned by me. I may as well make use of you." He says this so casually, it makes my face turn pink with embarrassment. "FUCK NO! You don't own me!"

"Yes, I do. But it seems that you forgot. Peaches. We made a bet."

Fuck. How did I forget that? When I was younger, and still in the Brotherhood back at the foster home. Macaque had come to visit because he was all good then, more friendly, too. We promised to be each other's forever when I found my forever home. But, it all ended when I was told by the ones who ran the foster home's building that no one would come for me, and they kept on saying this until I couldn't take it anymore, I then at the age of my youth, ran away to be some hero. Leaving behind the warrior, my best friend behind. Who couldn't find me after years of looking. Eventually he became a boss, and started killing people. I felt weak, stopping my struggling and grumbling out the words, "possessive prick." under my breath.
"What was that, Peaches~? I didn't quite hear you. Care to speak louder~?" Questioned Macaque.

"I said you're a possessive PRICK!" I snarled out.

"No shit, got anything new to tell me?"

| Macaque |

I knew all and well that I could be a little more than possessive. Sometimes when I really like something or someone I get, you know, more than mean. If that is even a thing. Which in my case it is. It's something I can't really help. Growing up finding out that Wukong had just run off elsewhere made me want to find him, but I knew if I did do this he would disagree with my asking. So I waited for years for him to come back on his own accord. Obviously it made me feel better knowing that he's back. But this is what he gets for lying to me about who he was and, blah, blah you get the point.