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Sun Wukong was his everything. Everything he did, he did it for them…
…And yet here they were. Sweaty, venomous and hateful. A mockery of the laughter and promises they made to each other.
It was really funny. Hilarious even. How the gods themselves hated Macaque this much. To torture him with the only thing he ever loved. And he felt insulted. Not because his best frien—well.. ex-best friend hit him so hard his teeth rattled, head spun and painted his chin red—but because he knows Wukong could hit so much harder .
Wukong was toying with him. Humoring him. Like Macaque's anger, hurt, and vengeance wasn’t worth his full attention.
..Like Macaque wasn’t worth it.
He felt heat rise from his heart and bleed into his face, his eyes burned and lip trembled. He knew this feeling. Hated it with every fiber of his being. He shut his eyes and suppressed the pathetic whimper that tried to climb up his throat. His gut swirled and his chest tightened. He knew what would soon follow.
He wouldn’t cry for this.
Not for Sun Wukong.
Instead he felt something else bubble in his chest. It wormed its way through his very core—passing through his fingertips, chest, eyes and throat. It moved through him and it tasted vile on his tongue.
It was just so funny.
He sounded insane even to his own ears. Sounded like a maniac. Untethered and absolutely mad. But he couldn’t stop. It wrecked his entire body, left scars in his throat as it was pulled from somewhere deep and hurt inside him. He didn’t even care that his face had gotten wet. Whether it was tears or his own blood? He didn’t know.
that only made him laugh harder— scream into the sky, until he couldn’t breathe..
..Couldn’t think .
“Oh, you're such a gem ..” he muttered— dizzy and distant.
The ground shook, a tell tale sign of his impending doom. Planted roots pulled from their home in the ground, rocks upturned toward an unloving sky. Hot and blazing with all its glory, a danger to all that get too close, Sun Wukong.
He Stood before his shadow hateful and Vengeful, and for the first time in Macaques life; he’d know who Sun Wukong truly was.
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Centuries later, he’d finally get the courage to ask. To cross back into the threshold where his darkest moment was laid to rest , and he’d Feel safe enough to ask,
“Why did you do it?” Ignoring the break in his own voice.
Sitting on the edge of his old home. Gazing at a bustling city that was not there centuries ago.
He’d stay impossibly still. Nervous as he waited for an answer he’d been dying for his entire revival.
And Sun Wukong would shrink next to him. Deflate and look so downtrodden. Like revisiting that moment sucked the life out of him .
And he’d speak, quiet and solemn.
“I don’t know.”
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It wasn’t fast. It was slow and painful. He’d screamed, kicked and scratched going down. Never had he ever imagined, it’d end this way.
He’d end this way.
Beaten.
Bloodied.
Betrayed.
All by the one person in the world he’d die for.
but the universe was cruel ,
and Sun Wukong…
… was even crueler .