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Chapter 22: Chu

Summary:

A new character makes her way onto the playing field.

In the meantime, kidnappings occur, and a name is given to a boy in denial.

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HI EVERYBODY~

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The absence of the Monkey Prince on Flower Fruit Mountain was heavy. Yet, there was a lingering piece to fill in the gap. Just enough to draw a few smiles here and there.

It didn’t have a name. 

Little Shade, or Shade for short, is what it’s parents called it. 

It was a shade, a shadow of someone else. A copy of an original that was no longer present. It had been made for the purpose of stealing tea, then given a second purpose of laying still for a few days- breathing. All to set the false impression it’s Master was still in his room.

When it’s parents had come and discovered it, the purpose of “pretend” was done. This left the shadow purposeless. Normally, a shade like itself would have dispersed by now and be returned back to the shadows of it’s creator. For some reason it’s parents had it lingering. They would pat it’s head, offer it snacks despite not needing food, and let it follow them around. 

It liked following them around. Never normally getting to explore this much, it had the chance to scribble drawings on paper, chase bugs, and almost got swept away by the river’s currents. It was fished out by it’s panicked “Dad”, who scolded it, hugged it, and took it’s hand to walk it away from the river.

It helped gathered fruit, played with the tribe, and watched its parents. It watched how they barely slept… barely ate… 

Even when it brought them food they would give it weak smiles and pat it’s head. “Sweet Little Shade…”

It didn’t understand why they seemed to be… suffering? It made it’s heart ache and it’s form wobble. He would find “Baba” going over maps and search routes with an exhausted expression. Would find “Dad” curled in the bed of it’s Master, sniffling softly into the night. Murmuring apologies and regrets. 

Why were they sad… when it could tell it’s Master was so Happy? 

It had lost it’s full connection with it’s Master the night he left. To ensure he was unable to be tracked. You could normally consider it a road, one the shadow could always walk back to return, always seeing it’s Master in the distance. 

That road was just gone now, but it could still feel him- feel Xiaotian. 

It was sure if it was fully dispersed it would return. Since that wasn’t happening it was left to just feel the faintest magical traces of it’s Master.

It had seen a few other shades spend a long time out of the shadows and into the light. They came back all a little different. Some more smiley, more rounded- defined… 

Shadows and clones getting a bit of personality like “Dad’s” clones tended to.

As it stared itself in the mirror, it too noticed a change. Gold. Gold eyes. A sliver of power it could feel in the far distance. It’s Master had found him. The other half… The one they sought. It could feel the other shades rejoicing sometimes. 

It couldn’t share or reach out to them being disconnected like this… The others in return had no means of knowing what was going on. What it was witnessing. Not until it was dispersed. Shade wished its “parents” would get it over with. Ah but, it didn’t want to leave them either. They were so sad… it liked to give them hugs to assure them. 

On one night, Baba had cupped it’s face, a distant look in his eyes. “One day you’ll go back to him… and he’ll remember all you’ve seen,” Baba says, knowing well how the shades worked. Anything they experienced or witnessed would return as visions to the original. “I’m sorry, MoonDrop. I don’t… I don’t blame you for running away.” His lower lip trembled. “I’ve lost everything before… everything. Your Father, our home, years of my life- I even lost myself for a time.” his fingers touched the blue scar peaking below his scarf. “I didn’t want that to happen again. I let fear cloud my thoughts. I even promised myself I wouldn’t let emotion get the best of me again like it did when…when your Father and I were parted from each other.” He lowered his head. The shade by impulse leaned closer, pressing it’s forehead to it’s “Baba”. His “Baba” smiles, “Good little Shade… The shadows show the truth of a person, you know. They show their true nature.” He mused, “Sweet and lovely my Son is…Sweet and lovley you are.” 

The Shade seemed confused and tilted it’s head. 

I hope you are safe where you are Xiaotian. I hope you are surrounded by warmth and friends. I hope you aren’t falling for any false deals or bargains…” “Baba” sighed. “I hope you find that missing piece. I’m sorry I didn’t take that more seriously.” With that he kissed the Shades head and stepped back. “We are leaving shortly, Little Shade. For a battle in the Celestial Realm. Mind the elders while we are gone. That battle will be short… I hope,” with that he left to ready for this “upcoming battle”, leaving the shade to continue to play curiously with it’s toys. When “Dad” came in next, it bounded over to the man right away, eager to see him. 

“Dad” flinched at the action, his weak gaze softening, “Hey Shade,” he murmured, patting it’s head, “We are going, okay? It’s going to be a battle. A bad one…” he frowned. Normally he might not reveal such information, but what was the point of holding such secrets now? “Eat what you want, alright? Play with what you want… Um…” he gave the shade a quick hug, nuzzling into it’s shoulder. The Shade nuzzled back, drawing a shudder from the King, “I miss you… Xiaoxiao…” 

With that, the Kings of the Mountain left.

A day later, the Shade had felt a shift within itself. A quiver of power coming from the source- from his Master. It wondered what was going on out there in the world. 

Wandering out into the mountain side, it sat in the company of the tribe, staring out to the stars in hopes of understanding. One in particular came up to pat it’s head, friendly and bright. Taru. 

“Taru.” It spoke and pointed. English was sometimes hard for it, but their beastly tongue was far easier.  

Very good,” The monkey praised in their natural tongue, “That is my name, Little Shade. How are you? Is Xiaotian doing well?” 

The Shadoe didn’t know, so shrugged. “Disconnected.”

Ah, right,” Taru nodded. He didn’t fully understand, but mused, “I’m sure he is having fun though. Having adventures, seeing new things, exploring romance.” He wiggled his fingers with a smirk. The shade tilted its head. Right, out of everyone, it was only this Monkey that knew the truth. Knew who had stolen it’s Master away. 

Red,” the shade said. 

Taru was throwing back his head and chuckling. With the King’s gone he had little worry to say, “Let me tell you, when I saw it for myself I was half tempted to stop them but- who am I to stop a good old Courtnapping??” 

The shade blinked once, then twice. It felt embarrassed suddenly, a flush of red color highlighting it’s shadowy cheeks, “Master wasn’t-“

“That was a courtnapping,” Taru smirked, knowing well that when this shadow dispersed and returned, Xiaotian would hear his little tease. “A courtnapping Xiaotian eagerly followed. Literally jumped into Red Son’s arms and didn’t let go~ Couldn’t get out of here fast enough-” he continued to tease to the point the Shade covered it’s ears.

Not… courtnapping,” it insisted, though the weakness in its voice betrayed its uncertainty.

Taru laughed again, a melodious cackle that echoed into the night. “You’re not fooling anyone here, Little Shade! I saw it with my own eyes—the way Xiaotian looked at Red Son was like… well, like a hungry monkey spotting the juiciest fruit in the market!”

The shadow touched its own cheeks, swaying. Ahhh- all the other shades would be so embarrassed to hear this.

Red Son…! It nearly swooned. A well beloved person to the shadows of Qi Xiaotian. 

The shade's form shimmered, its golden eyes flickering with a mix of emotions it was only beginning to understand. It felt a warmth spreading through its shadowy essence at the thought of its Master and Red Son together. In turn, that would make Red Son the shade’s too- The thought was appealing. Most times the others shades couldn’t help the overwhelming emotions they felt for the man- often flirty and touchy when they had the chance.

XIaotian always had to shoo them away.

But now, the idea danced tantalizingly at the edge of its mind. Perhaps it could shift alliances, not just yearning for Xiaotian's affection but also for a place in Red Son's heart. The shade wriggled in excitement, shaking off Taru’s teasing with newfound joy.

Taru chuckled, “I see the idea pleases you.” he ruffled the top of the Shade’s head. The other monkeys around them chattered and laughed, oblivious to the significance of Taru's words.

"Tell me more," the shade whispered, its voice a soft echo of Xiaotian's. It leaned closer to Taru, eager for any information about its Master's adventures.

Taru grinned, clearly enjoying being the center of attention. "Oh yes, you should have seen it! The way Xiaotian's eyes lit up when Red Son appeared. It was like watching two celestial bodies colliding."

The Shade listened intently, absorbing every word. It knew these memories would eventually return to its Master, and it wanted to capture every detail. Perhaps this was Taru’s pay back in a sense- to embarrass Xiaotian to the highest extent. Of course, he would have to be a bit patient for it, but it would be worth it.

Taru continued, his voice lowering conspiratorially, "Red Son appeared in a flash of flames- on that bike of his. He stood there, all regal and proud, but his eyes were only for Xiaotian. And our little prince? He practically melted on the spot."

The Shade's form shimmered with excitement, its golden eyes growing brighter. It giggled, picturing the scene. It recalled faintly in it’s Master’s room that night. How Red Son had packed his Master’s bags, his eyes never leaving his Master. Staring at him with such intensity.

Content to sit there forever and listen to this, it was only when Taru cut off and turned sharply that the Shade pouted.

Then wha-”

Shh.” Taru smacked his paw over the shade’s mouth. “Listen,” Taru whispered urgently, his eyes scanning the shadows of the moonlit grove. The laughter of the other monkeys faded into an eerie silence as they leaned in, intrigued by Taru’s sudden seriousness. The Shade felt a ripple of anticipation spike within it, curiosity hanging in the air like the scent of rain before a storm.

From the depths of the trees, far southward, a rustle broke through the stillness.

Taru’s ears perked and his fur stood straight on his back. With a sharp screech, he was barking orders for the little ones to flee back to the waterfall entrance.

The chill in the air thickened, and instinct kicked in as the monkeys scattered, their laughter turning into panicked calls. The Shade felt its own essence flicker violently at the noise, caught between the heartbeat of confusion and an undercurrent of curiosity- naive to the dangers. Without orders from it’s Master to be on guard, to attack- it’s normal reaction was dull an unguarded. Though, lately, it had been able to react a bit more to certain stimulations.

It strained to peer through the foliage, the shadows around it shifting and swirling, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever had disturbed their peace.

“Shade! Stay close!” Taru spat firmly, positioning himself protectively in front of the little shade. He scanned their surroundings with narrowed eyes, every muscle in his body taut. He snapped his fingers for the shade to pay attention. “Follow me! Follow me now!”

The Shade hesitated, torn between the allure of the shadows and the instinctive need to obey Taru. Its golden eyes reflected the chaos swirling around them, seeing the panic in the faces of the other monkeys, who scrambled over each other like leaves caught in the wind. With a quiet nod, it slithered closer to Taru, merging its essence with his for safety.

“Over here!” Taru hissed, motioning urgently towards a thick clump of bushes. The Shade zipped behind him, its form becoming a fleeting shadow as they ducked beneath the brambles. Heart pounding, it could feel the electric pulse of tension in the air.

Taru was leading them, guiding the younglings back through the paths, scooping one up onto his back when it tottered behind.

As they navigated through the underbrush, the Shade's mind raced with a swirl of emotions. Intrigue battled with obedience as it caught glimpses of the shadows moving in the distance—figures lurking just beyond the trees, shrouded in darkness. Something about them felt wrong, invasive like a dark cloud threatening to drown out their moonlit haven.

It could hear footsteps- running- taking to the mountain and crushing seals in it’s wake. The Mountain was in high alert, some monkeys rushing for spears while others were gathering the children back to the safety of the heart of the mountain.

"Taru," it whispered, its voice barely more than a breath. "What… out there?"

"It's not safe to talk!" Taru replied sharply, his focus unwavering as he maneuvered through the labyrinth of roots and leaves. For a moment all the Shade could hear was their breathing-

and then a tree erupted into flames behind them. It was loud and piercing enough to knock a few off balance, the children squealing in terror and freezing up as they looked behind them, crouching lower to the ground in fright.

Shade itself has done the same, eyes wide as it took in the colors of yellow and red- watching the smoke billowing upwards and spreading like a blanket above.

“Keep moving!” Taru barked, feeling the weight of the panicked little ones on his back as they clung to him. The Shade shivered, caught in a tangle of shadows and firelight, its essence flickering like the flames that threatened their home.

Yet, amidst the chaos boiled an insatiable curiosity. The figures lurking just beyond were shadowed but formidable, silhouettes framed against the inferno that now crackled behind them. Who were they? What did they want? Its golden eyes darted among the chaos, hoping to catch sight of Macaque or Wukong, to find safety in their familiar presence. It’s Parents would know…

The fire grew closer, the figures grew closer.

It could hear Taru screaming, much farther then it realized. Ah, it had stopped following. When it turned, Taru was scrambling back towards him, the younglings gone from his back.

Little Shade stepped to follow, only for something heavy to slam into it’s back and pin him to the floor below. Then it was dragging it, pulling it into the fire and the darkness.

For the first time, it felt a flicker of fear as Taru’s voice faded, leaving in the wake of destruction and glowing blue eyes.


“Find the source of the surge. Track it down… Won’t be that hard…Pff, Won’t be so hard.” The tone changed to a high mocking sound. “Yeah right,”  The words came out in a lower frustrated grumble towards the back of a megopolis bus heading into the heart of the City. A girl, no older than 16 was huddled to the back. She was curled into one of the back corners, her eyes a piercing blue and her hair as black as a raven’s wings. 

It flowed down her back in elegant waves, curling just a tad at the bottom. As the bus stopped, she adjusted her pink hoodie and hoped out in a pair of torn jeans. She pulled her hoodie up with a sigh, eyeing the towering skyscrapers. 

Her name, was Bai He. This would be the first time she has ever been in a city this large, and without her ever annoying guard. She was on her own for this one, ordered by her mother to seek out the surge of Power that had erupted from this city just a few days prior. 

A vague goal, as they had no idea exactly what the surge was.

Power is power,” Her Mother has whispered from the depths of her coffin, her voice barely audible in Bai he’s head. “Useful in our hands, dangerous in others.”

Bai He stepped onto the bustling sidewalk, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the cacophony of city life. The constant hum of traffic, the chatter of pedestrians, and the occasional blaring of horns assaulted her ears. She took a deep breath, trying to center herself amidst the chaos.

As she walked, her eyes darted from building to building, searching for any sign of the magical disturbance she'd been sent to investigate. The surge of Power had been strong enough to be felt even in her remote mountain home, but here in the city, it seemed to be masked- dulled.

She expected as much, since it had been days after the incident. Any traces would be small now.

Side stepping as a few children rushed past her, she smiled after them. For a moment she wondered what it would have been like if there were other children for her to grow up with. Growing up it was just her, her Mother, and her very insane guard. Oh, and the walking dead- but they were hardly pleasant company.

She began to weave her way through the crowded streets, following the faint trail- at least, she hoped this was the right energy. Many demons lived in this city it seemed, some more powerful then others. As she walked, the buildings seemed to grow taller, sleeker, more modern. The people around her changed too - more businessmen in crisp attire and women in stylish dresses, their faces set in masks of concentration as they rushed past, glued to their devices. Bai He felt a pang of loneliness knowing she was so different from them, with a destiny bestowed by her mother that none could understand.

As she approached a plaza dotted with street vendors selling everything from steaming bowls of noodles to vibrant trinkets, the air around her crackled faintly—a whisper of energy that made her skin tingle.

She patted her pocket, finding a sense of strange comfort there. Within was an object entrusted to her. She pulled it out, revealing a skull shaped key between her fingers.

She stared at the Key, frowning at it. Her Mother’s salvation lay within her palm, ever waiting. She had found it 6 months ago. That guard was so annoyed at her for finding it first, but Bai he couldn’t be more thrilled. Her Mother had praised her, complimenting her resourcefulness. 

Bai He had thought she would be able to free her Mother there and then, as she had always wanted, yet she had stilled Bai He’s hands. 

If you release me now, the Monkey will know.” Such an overflow of energy would help any higher demon pin point exactly where she was. As her Mother was still building her goals, such an act would drastically divert the plan. So they held off. 

Bai he had been so upset at the time. All this work and she still could not reunite with her Mother. 

“Be not sad, child. We will reunite with patience. I have another task for you and that key. I will be bringing you a friend before long. A monkey. You simply need to gift this key to him to ensure my… return.” 

Bai he didn’t know exactly how this would help, but her Mother had not brought her any “Monkey Friend” either. She supposed with the amount of undead soldiers leaving their home on a daily, things were in motion. So many moving pieces, so many things Bai he did not understand with her limited resources.

Her Mother kept much from her. It was… frustrating.

Speaking of, her Mother had been grumpy the other day when Bai He had left home to venture to this City. She was in the midst of packing her bags when some of the undead soldiers returned. They were not alone when they came barreling inside.  

They were dragging someone- or, something, into their home. A heap of shadowy energy, with eyes like gold. 

It was limp, as if it was uncaring to the situation- or was unaware of exactly what was happening. One look at the thing had made her mother furious. “This is not the Monkey I was seeking! This is just his shade you fools!” She almost destroyed the creature there and then, using her General to do so. He had stepped forward with a smirk and a chilling blue to her eyes. As he lifted his fist to end the “Shade”, her Mother had called for him to stop, and the general stilled his hand. 

My Lady?” he asked.

With a heavy breath, the energy that poured from her Guard, her general, dimmed. “Such a creature is useful.” She hissed through Bai he’s head. “If that Little Flower is no longer on the mountain, that has complicated the plan. Send scouts to find his location. Keep the Shade in the dungeon for now. I will see to it later.”

The memory faded as swiftly as a whisper in the wind, leaving Bai He with a sense of urgency that quickened her steps. The plaza buzzed around her, vibrant and alive, but her mind was consumed with thoughts of that Shade and the elusive Monkey her mother sought.The memory of that shadowy creature with golden eyes unsettled her. Who was he- this “Little Flower”? What power did he wield? It felt crucial to unearth the answer, and she hoped that as she searched through the city, perhaps fate would lend a hand.

Her fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the key again. She had not yet considered what it truly meant to find the right recipient for such an artifact. “A monkey,” her mother had said. Vague, but had been positive Bai he would know when she found them.

As she wandered through the bustling streets, she tried to sense any trace of the Power surge. The city's energy was overwhelming, a constant buzz of human activity and technology that made it difficult to pinpoint any magical disturbances. She closed her eyes for a moment, attempting to filter out the noise and focus on her supernatural senses.

It drew her rightward.

She had gotten perhaps 2 blocks down before her steps stilled and the cutest little faces came into view.

She was positive this is how these kind of stores trapped you. Leaving large open windows to peer inside-right into the sea of adorable little kittens they had for sale.

Insisting she would never be tempted, it was only 10 seconds later that she backtracked and squished her face against the glass, cooing. Perhaps this is why she normally had that Guard with her. It kept her focus, never wanting to show him her more weaker sides. But he wasn’t here now… soo….

Her heart fluttered at the sight of the tiny kittens, each one small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, their fur like silken clouds. They tumbled and played, pouncing on invisible prey, batting at each other with clumsy paws. A few strayed close to the window, eyes wide and innocent, tails swishing playfully behind them. “Oh, you little fluffballs,” she murmured, nearly losing herself in a dream of petting their soft heads and hearing their gentle purring.

She needed to focus. She had a mission. A goal. Everything was riding on her shoulders.

Her eyes flickered to the sign. Cat Cafe! Get some coffee and make a furry friend!

She was running inside with a squeal.

The bell above the door jingled merrily as Bai He entered, the welcoming scent of roasted coffee mingling delightfully with the faint smell of fur. The cafe was a cozy haven, with plush seating that invited visitors to sink in and stay awhile. Kittens scampered about on tiny feet, their antics drawing laughter from patrons who sipped steaming mugs amidst playful chaos.

Feeling it would be rude to be in here and not support the establishment she got herself some tea, and picked a seat towards the back. There were only a few patrons within, most readying or using the cat toys to play. There was one fellow in particular, a large and very bulky man with blue skin, who seemed to be the favorite.

Kittens and older cats alike climbed over him like a tree, meowing and nuzzling against him. He cooed as he went over some papers he had set to the table, scribbling what seemed to be blueprints.

She barely had time to absorb her surroundings when a lively blue tabby pounced onto her lap with an enthusiastic thump, eyes sparkling with mischief. A giggle bubbled forth, and she instinctively reached down to scratch behind its ears, warmth blossoming in her chest.

“Ah, there you are Mo!” the man with blue skin exclaimed, glancing over at her with a delighted smile. “That rascal loves to make new friends.”

Bai He looked up, her curiosity piqued by his presence and his strange complexion. “Oh is he- Mo?” she gestured to the cat.

“Yeah,” The man smiled, “He’s mine. We like to come here to socialize. He doesn’t normally take to folks so quickly.” he grinned.

Bai he’s heart felt lighter, pleased, “I suppose he must think I'm a good perch,” she replied, chuckling as the tabby nudged her hand insistently. The man’s blue eyes twinkled with mirth, and something about this stranger felt oddly comforting.

“What brings you to our little haven of feline joy?” he asked, gesturing towards the kittens around him.

“Oh just- taking a break from work,” Bai He admitted, allowing herself to relax into the plush seat. Mo settled comfortably in her lap, purring deeply, inviting an affectionate scratch behind his ears. She paused, realizing she was being quite rude, “I-I’m Bai he,” she says.

“Sandy,” the man offered his hand for a handshake.

She stared at it for a moment, considering the implications. She was never normally allowed to speak with the people of this world. Best not to get attached to the corrupted, the General would often tell her.

Still… surely there was no harm in it. So she took his hand and shook it, “Nice to meet you, Sandy.”

As their hands met, an unexpected warmth surged through Bai He, a spark of genuine connection igniting between them. The General had always been cold- as cold as the undead that surrounded Her. No one had ever felt warm to her. Not just his hand either- his eyes, his smile, his energy. The very aura of his person was… kind.

“So what do you do, Sandy?” she asked, careful to keep her voice light while her mind danced with caution.

Sandy chuckled, his laugh like a deep rumble echoing through the cozy cafe. “I’m an engineer of sorts. I do a lot of different things, but lately I’ve been designing special environments for animals—like this place!” He gestured around the room filled with climbing shelves and soft beds for the cats. “I had recently installed some new equipment here and was checking to see if it was functioning right.” he scratched his cheek.

It was all he could think to do to let the time pass with MK… being how he was.

Shutting them out. Locking himself away for the last day. He wanted to stay, but figured MK could use the space. So some quick errands to clear his head.

Bai He’s interest piqued, drawing her further out of her guarded shell. “That sounds fascinating! I’ve never met anyone who designs spaces for animals. Do you get to work with many different kinds of creatures?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Sandy leaned back, his blue skin catching the soft light from the cafe as his enthusiasm spilled over. “I’ve built everything from dog parks to ferret tunnels. Cats are my favorite, though—they’re so unpredictable! Just look at Mo here; he finds the highest perch and surveys his kingdom!”

Mo let out a contented purr as if agreeing with Sandy’s words, pawing playfully at Bai he’s shirt. Bai he giggled, “Like a little King~”

Sandy couldn’t agree more, “I make other things too of course. Vehicles, machines- but I like this work the best.”

“Why's that?” Bai He asked, intrigued as she watched Mo swat at the loose threads of her shirt with gleeful abandon.

Sandy sighed, his gaze drifting toward a cluster of kittens that were tumbling over one another in sheer chaos. “There’s something magical about creating a space where animals can thrive,” he mused. “We all want a place we feel safe, warm, and loved. A place we can belong and go back to.”

His sincerity struck a chord deep within Bai He. A place that was safe, warm, and loved. Had she ever lived somewhere like that before?

The question lingered in her mind, a bittersweet echo of memories long buried under the weight of duty and expectation. She glanced down at Mo, whose soft purring reminded her of the fleeting moments of joy she craved but often denied herself. “I think that’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice barely breaking the serene atmosphere between them. Sometimes she wondered if she truly belonged anywhere in this world. Maybe that is why it was easy to detach herself from it and follow her Mother’s whim with such loyalty. B-But that was all speculation. It her was her duty, her birthright. These thoughts were slanderous and would upset her Mother if she continued to think them.

So instead she focused on Mo. “I should…” she chugged the rest of her tea, “Get back to work,” she admits, grasping him under his torso to lift him off her.

Mo reluctantly protested with a soft meow, his tail flicking back in disdain at the separation. Bai He chuckled gently, cradling him for just a moment longer, wishing she could anchor herself in this fleeting happiness. “You’re such a little drama king,” she teased before placing him down, where he promptly resumed his royal surveillance from the high perch of a nearby shelf.

Sandy watched, then offered a smile as sweet and as kind as one would an old and valued friend. It startled Bai he. “Alright, be safe out there Bai he.”

“I… I will,” she bowed her head a little before scurrying out of the cafe.

As the door swung gently behind her, Bai He stepped onto the bustling street, the city's energy swirling around her like a vibrant tapestry. Yet, within her chest, a certain warmth lingered from that brief encounter with Sandy. The chaos of daily life faded as she walked, her mind dancing with thoughts of kindness and connection—elements she rarely allowed herself to explore.

Sometimes it made her wonder- was this world really as bad as her Mother claimed it to be? Surely people like Sandy could be spared from her cleanse. Surely…


It had been 24 hours since they returned back to the shop. Meals had come and gone, the sun had risen and set, and still they had yet to see MK.

“Son?” Tang knocked on the door, listening quietly for any sounds within.

Upon returning to the Noodle Shop, MK immediately retreated to his bedroom and shut the door with a loud bang. He had been in there ever since, ignoring all attempts at communication from outside. Locking himself inside and refusing to budge, even as frantic knocks echoed against the door.

In an effort to give him some alone time, everyone else shifted their attention towards tidying up the shop and dealing with the aftermath of their recent experience. They tended to some minor scrapes and skimmed through the latest new channels on the clean up of the Spider Queen’s robots. It seemed that things had officially calmed down.

Occasionally, they would stop in front of the door and tap on it to make sure MK was still inside, unusually silent. But Xiaotian never joined in these visits.

Even Red Son had checked on MK a few times, but Xiaotian had not made any attempt at all. Instead, he was fixated on his Father's staff, too afraid to touch it. He could only stare at where MK had carelessly thrown it onto one of the tables before running off to his bedroom.

His gaze was distant, a deep seated frown narrowing his eyes. No one knew what to say. No one even knew what it meant, so what could be said? Perhaps that is why Xiaotian didn’t try to approach MK in the bathroom. Anything he wanted to say was already shared between them- whether they liked it or not. 

Amidst the chaos and clutter, Xiaotian softly brushed his fingers against his face. His finger trailed the marking that sat upon his cheeks, a mark he had because of his parents, his lineage. It was a tad different then his parents, but similar enough. The color of his Baba’s, but rounded like his Dad’s. 

Yet, when he looked upon MK, it was the color of his Dad’s marking, and the heart shape apeparance of it. He had a dusting of freckled spots right below, but the heart was so clear.

MK's complexion had lost all color when Mei revealed his reflection to him on her phone. He struggled to believe what he was seeing, but eventually forced her arm to lower with a shake of his head. That was all he could do - just shake his head.
He refused to speak to anyone the entire way home, locking himself in his room shortly after.

Xiaotian could feel so many emotions, and none of them were his own. 

Fear, anger, confusion, anger, sadness, anger…. Anger…. Hate…. 

Self loathing… 

Xiaotian lowered his head, rubbing the back of his skull in frustration. He couldn't make sense of his own thoughts and emotions - a mix of confusion and… joy.

A joy he felt guilty of. For a while now, he had started to wonder… If MK was an orphan, could it be possible that they were related in some way? That he had some Monkey genetics in his system and that is why they were connected? 

The thoughts continued to grow the more days passed. 

Maybe they were distant cousin? Maybe MK was the child of one of the other stone monkeys? His Baba had told him there were four including himself and Dad. They didn’t know much about the other two, so it could be? 

Yet, the more similar he found himself to MK, the more the questions turned on their heel back to his parents. MK had a similar aura like his Dad. He was more gentle like his Baba. When he smiled- it was his Dad’s smile in every way. When he colored or doodled, he stuck his tongue out in concentration like his Baba did. His fur was darker in color like his Baba’s… silky like it too. So many similarities, and no answers with every new realization.

MK wasn't just similar to his parents. He was their spitting image, in both appearance and spirit. The markings on his face, now revealed, felt like undeniable proof.

A maelstrom of emotions churned inside Xiaotian. Shock, disbelief, joy, sadness, and most of all - a deep, aching confusion. How could this be?

It didn’t make sense. He knew it, MK knew it…

How could MK being connected to him? If he was connected through some deeper meaning, they would know about it- they should know about it. Xiaotian could make all these theories but none of them made sense. He could even consider MK being his…

Brother.

But what would that mean? Nothing, because that couldn’t be so. If MK was a sibling of his, he definitely would have known. His parents would have mentioned him. He would have grown up with him! MK would have been locked away in the mountain with him… where that oppressing little house would have been all the more bearable.

His parents would have fawned over MK and fretted just like they did for him. He definitely would not have spent his life somewhere else, away from them.

Xiaotian knew how his parents were.

…Right?

Xiaotian's thoughts were interrupted by a soft click. The bathroom door slowly creaked open, and MK emerged, his eyes trimmed with a delicate peach colored marking that seemed a tad puffy- like MK had been trying to wash off the mark for the last few hours to no avail. He looked exhausted, like he had aged years in those few hours.

"Hey," MK said softly, his voice hoarse. He avoided everyone's gaze, especially Xiaotian's.

The room fell silent, tension thick in the air. No one knew quite what to say. Mei took a hesitant step forward, reaching out to MK, but he flinched away.

"I... I need some air,” he swallowed hard, gesturing to the door. His parents stepped closer, concern etched on their faces.

“O-Okay, MK,” Tang gave a smile first, squeezing Pigsy’s hand.
“Just don’t stay out too long, okay? It’s gonna get dark soon,” Pigsy added.

MK nodded silently and slipped out the door, the bell chiming softly as it closed behind him. The others exchanged worried glances, unsure whether to follow or give him space.

Xiaotian stood frozen. He could feel MK's turmoil through their connection, a swirling vortex of confusion and hurt. But his own emotions were a tangled mess as well. He wished more then anything he could put a damper on them- to stop MK from being forced to deal with them both.

Red Son cleared his throat awkwardly. "Maybe someone should go after him?" he suggested, looking pointedly at Xiaotian. It felt like the obvious choice in truth. None of them knew what MK was feeling- but Xiaotian did. He knew it better then they could ever comprehend.

Xiaotian hesitated, wanting to comfort MK but also feeling like an intruder in his pain. He could sense MK's desire for solitude warring with a deeper need for connection. Was it okay for him to reach out?

After a moment of internal struggle, Xiaotian nodded and moved towards the door. "I'll go," he said quietly. "I think... I think we need to talk."

Tang grasped his arm as he passed by, squeezing it lightly, “We aren’t too far away if he needs us. If either of you need us.”

“Yeah,” Pigsy nodded.

Xiaotian nodded quietly, “Okay.”

As he stepped outside, the cool evening air hit his face. He paused, letting his senses guide him towards MK. Their bond tugged him down the street and around the corner to a small park. He found MK sitting on a bench in a small park nearby, hunched over with his head in his hands. Xiaotian approached cautiously, not wanting to startle him.

"Hey," he said softly, keeping a few feet distance. “Mind if I join you?”
MK didn’t look up. After a moment Xiaotian joined him on the bench anyway. Leaning back, Xiaotian examined the falling leaves and messy ground. It wouldn’t be long before the new year was upon them. Kicking his feet idly, he waited for MK to talk. As minutes drew by, he realized that wasn’t going to be happening.

So instead he said, “My Dad has this old TV,” he stared at the sign for the new years festival parade. It reminded him of simpler times, “Square, heavy. Barely has color to it.” MK remained silent, but Xiaotian sensed a flicker of curiosity through their bond. He continued, his voice soft and nostalgic. "Every New Year's, we'd gather around it to watch the parade in the city. I uh- we would have probably physically gone but- I always got sick around New Years for some reason.” he shrugged to himself. “Without fail, every year. So, we stuck with the TV. Baba would make hot cocoa, and Dad would complain about how grainy the picture was." Xiaotian chuckled softly. "But he never replaced it. Said it had character." He glanced at MK, who had lifted his head slightly, listening. "I always wondered what it would be like to actually be there, you know?” he could almost visualize it, making a box with his fingers like he was peering through it. “What did the floats look like up close? All those food stalls- what did it smell like? Taste like? How loud was it? It seemed so loud on the TV…” He tilted his head in wonder. “I wanted to make a float and drive it in the parade.”

MK’s shoulders flinched. His eyes widened with a sense of vulnerability, exhaling sharply. Xiaotian stared at him, eyes widened when he stammered, “I-I wanted to do that too.” he licked his lips, emotions swelling, “When I was little. I wanted to drive it off- make a Monkey King themed float.” his voice was weak, “I…I've been to the parade," he said quietly. "Every year since I was little. Back at the orphanage they took us and then- then Pigsy and Tang would take me." He paused, swallowing hard. "It was always so magical. The lights, the music, the energy of the crowd. I loved it." he touched his ears, “It’s loud though.”

Xiaotian nodded, a bittersweet smile on his face. "Sounds amazing. I bet it was even better than what I imagined."

MK shrugged, “…It was lonely sometimes.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared yet separate experiences hanging between them.

MK fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his voice barely above a whisper when he finally spoke, "I don't understand any of this, Xiaotian. How can I have these markings? How are my eyes gold? How can I lift the staff? What- What am I?” His voice cracked on the last sentence.

Xiaotian sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, MK. I'm just as confused as you are. But..." he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I think maybe we need to consider the possibility that there's more to our connection than we realized."

MK shook his head roughly, “That’s not possible.” he denied. He was desperate to deny.

“MK-”

We. Aren’t. Related.

Xiaotian recoiled, a flash of… hurt, on his face. He quickly looked away.

MK held his tongue from backtracking, because he didn’t want to take back the words. To even consider the notion would be to admit everything he knew or thought was wrong. That he himself was different then what he believed. He had no control of anything in his life but he always at least held solace that out of everything, he at least had control over himself. He wasn’t going to be denied that too.

He wasn’t going to humor the thought that the parents he might have had didn’t want him- but kept the other child. He wouldn’t! HE WOULDN”T!

Xiaotian could feel MK's turmoil and denial radiating through their connection- it made him shake at the sheer force it washed over him. He bit back tears, collecting himself as his Baba had shown. To hide the tears behind a smile. Of course, this was to be used infront of enemies but, he applied it here. This felt like it’s own battle right now. He knew pushing too hard would only make MK retreat further, so he took a gentler approach.

"Okay," Xiaotian said softly, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I understand this is a lot to take in. We don't have to figure it all out right now."

MK's shoulders sagged slightly, some of the tension leaving his body. He glanced at Xiaotian, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. "I just... I don't know who I am anymore," he whispered.

Xiaotian scooted closer, cautiously placing a hand on MK's shoulder. "You're still you, MK. You’re you.”

“And who is that?” MK murmured, agitation in his tone.

XIaotian seemed unsure how to answer, “I uh… don’t think I can answer that.” he admits. “A uh- drawing, spice loving, good guy? A goodie two shoes? Son of the greatest musical genius ever~??” Of course Xiaotian couldn’t help but sneak a bit of his adoration for Pigsy into that.

MK chuckled then, a fraction of a smile returning. "I… I guess I am.," he conceded, his voice lightening a touch. "I’m definitely a goodie two shoes who just happens to have a penchant for getting into trouble."

Xiaotian's smile grew wider, the warmth of their shared moment brightening the atmosphere around them. It was infectious, and MK found himself leaning into it, if only just a little. The thoughts swirling in his head faded slightly against the soft glow of camaraderie.

Xiaotian leaned closer, wrapping his arm around MK, "How about we just... talk?" Xiaotian asked. "Not about any of this, just... anything else?"

MK was quiet for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah... okay."

Xiaotian nodded, relieved that MK was willing to talk. He racked his brain for a safe topic, something that might distract them both from the weight of their current situation.

"So," he began hesitantly, "tell me about your favorite part of the New Year's parade. What's the coolest float you've ever seen?"

MK's eyes lit up slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Umm… One time, I must have been about 8 or 9. They had this massive dragon float. It was all shimmering scales and glowing eyes. The head alone was far taller than me.”

Xiaotian smiled, eager to hear more.

“There was one year,” MK murmured, touching his headband and curling his finger around the end of it as it trailed over his shoulder. “It was better then the other. I met my Angel- I mean my…. M-My Mentor at that time,” he says, clearing his throat.

Ah, the elusive mentor Xiaotian had heard so much about.

Xiaotian leaned in, intrigued. "Your mentor? You've mentioned them before. What are they like?"

MK's eyes took on a distant, wistful look. "They were... incredible. Strong, wise, kind. Everything I wanted to be." He paused, swallowing hard. "They taught me so much about being a hero, how to right. But more than that, they made me feel... seen. Like I mattered." he chuckled sadly, “Sometimes, he was the only one I felt even cared I existed.”

Xiaotian felt a pang of sadness at MK's words. He could sense the deep loneliness and longing for connection behind them. "They sound amazing," he said softly. "I'm glad you had someone like that in your life."

MK nodded, a small smile flickering across his face. "Yeah, He is. I just wish..." he trailed off, his expression clouding over.

"Wish what?" Xiaotian prompted gently.

MK sighed heavily. "I wish I knew where they were now. He said he has some business to do and, normally he can be gone for a while, but this has been the longest he’s ever been gone,” He wish he could tell Nezha everything that has been happening. He always gave him the best advice.

Everything felt so confusing right now. It was like his whole system was put out of wack. Like he needed a reset. For a moment, he considered how that would work.

Then he got an idea. A way to affirm his part in all this and himself- affirm what he knew his life to be. What were facts.

MK stared outward, “…Can I… show you something?” he asked.

Xiaotian blinked a few times, “Right now? Just you and me?”

“Yeah,” Mk nodded. He stood, offering his hand to Xiaotian, “It’s a bit away though.”

Xiaotian grasped MK’s hand, curious… and a bit worried. But always willing to follow MK wherever he went, “Lead the way,” he said with a grin, his curiosity piqued.

The path they took wound through familiar streets buzzing with the remnants of earlier festivities. Lanterns still flickered overhead, casting warm glows that danced around them as they walked in comfortable silence. They walked through darker alleyways, cutting away from the noise of the city to a quieter part of town. They passed a park that had been so lively once upon a time, but had lost a bit of it’s spunk after a few local buildings around it closed down.

After a few minutes, MK halted abruptly in front of an and abandoned building, sealed and marked off from the rest of the bustling city, “Here,”

Xiaotian peered around him to large gates reaching out to a wide courtyard. “Here?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah,” MK was walking forward, making quick work of scaling the fench.

XIaotian observed with surprise as MK boldly trespassed into the clearly restricted area. He had made such a big fuss at the construction site, yet here he was, seemingly unbothered by the potential consequences.

Hoping over the towering metal gate, the two landed quietly on the other side. Xiaotian lifted his head, staring out to the wide expanse of a court yard. Swings, abandoned and rusty, creaked against the wind. He followed MK’s lead, uncertain why they were there. 

“So, what is this place?” he asked. The grass was dark yellow, left to decay in the abandonment of this location. Weeds grew in abundance, overtaking the courtyard and nearly coming up to their knees. MK stepped through it without a word, guiding Xiaotian to the door. 

Hands in his pocket, MK was almost casual about how he approached this. 

“I used to live here.” he answers after a moment, standing infront of the wooden double doors Barely stabled against the door frames, they slipped open with ease at the slightest touch. He slipped inside. 

Prepared to follow Xiaotian paused to note the engraving on the side of the door; Megapolis City Orphanage

Xiaotian’s heart dropped, quickly scrambling after MK. He ducked through the splintering door, welcomed into a creaky hallway. It was dark with cobwebs and peeling paint. “You lived here?” he asked MK. He recalled MK mentioning he was adopted. He supposed his brain just hadn’t made the connection that… that MK wasn’t always living with his parents.

MK turned suddenly, catching his eyes. Hands in his hoodie pockets, he gave a smile- small and delicate. “Until I was 12.” he gestured with his head for Xiaotian to keep up. The monkey did, right behind MK and practically pressing against his back. 

He felt many emotions- not all of them his own. Some were tight and bitter- somber acceptance…

He reached out to hold onto MK’s sleeve, keeping close behind the human as they took to the stairs. This place, it felt familiar to him. Like he had also walked these halls a million times. 

 At the top MK took them to a separated room. It was devoid of almost everything but a bed- stained and left exposed to the elements of the open window. 

Dust particles filtered over the air, making Xiaotian cough. “This is-”
MK took his hand, startling the monkey. His eyes were clouded, squeezing Xiaotian’s hand when he said, “This was my room.” he released Xiaotian’s hand then, walking ahead. Letting himself just… stand, in the room. Take it in.

Xiaotian stared at the decrepit walls, his heart aching for the memories that must have lingered here, haunting MK like shadows clinging to the remnants of a forgotten past. He could sense the weight of everything that had happened in this room—the laughter of children echoing off the cold plaster, the tears spilled over small losses, and the quiet moments spent wondering if anyone would ever come back.

“Your room,” Xiaotian echoed softly, his voice barely breaking the silence that enveloped them. He felt the need to tread carefully among emotions that might spill over at any moment. “Why are you showing me this?” Xiaotian asked, cautious.

 MK gave a little shrug, “I dunno.” he admits. In truth, coming here was just to remind him of what he did now. It didn’t matter what his eyes might mean, or this mark on his face- this was his truth. He was an orphan. This is where he was raised. Where he learned the hard truths of the world.

He wanted someone to understand and feel what he had felt- what he was feeling. He wanted- he didn’t know.

While he wasn’t fond of his time here, it at least made sense to him. He understood who he was. Even if that person was an orphan no one wanted. His origin were vague guesses, just like everyone else who found themelves here.

Watching MK take in the expanse of the walls and ceiling, Xiaotian explored a little. When his foot kicked something small he glanced down. He picked up the object, finding a dirty and missing armed Monkey King action figure. It barely fit in his palm, easily forgotten. Brushing his fingers against it’s plastic cheek, Xiaotian felt he could see it. 

He could feel it. 

MK in this room, playing alone in this empty room. Looking out the window for bigger and better things. Holding the action figure to his chest, Xiaotian closed his eyes. He cradled this little monkey- who Xiaotian would ensure would never be alone again. 

He expected MK to say more, but instead, he moved to sit in the center of the room. His shoulders sunk low, as if he never imagined himself returning here. Not this time, anyway.

Xiaotian followed to sit with MK on the ground, sitting infront of the other. It was clear there was something on MK’s chest he was struggling to admit. 

Criss crossing his legs, he held the toy out. MK took it carefully, never realizing he forgot it in his excitement to pack for his new home.

With gentle reverence, MK turned the battered figure in his hands, tracing the faded paint on its cheeks. For a moment, nostalgia filled the air thicker than the dust around them. “It’s funny,” he murmured, his voice almost a whisper. “I used to think he was going to save me, you know? Like, if I held onto him tight enough, he’d lead me to something better.”

Xiaotian watched him closely. He could see how the action figure stirred memories—both sweet and searing—and how it tore open a wound that had started to heal. He didn’t know what he could say to something this… tragic. He was in a rough patch now, but he had grown up in a loving home. There was never a time in his childhood he couldn’t recognize that. His parents loved him. His family loved him.

He never had to wonder if he belonged.

He knew he did- even if he felt empty during it. His separation to MK was always on his mind, yes, but in the repose, he was loved. But MK….

Gods, it made Xiaotian want to cry. He held back those tears. Worried he’d say something wrong on inconsiderate, he rushed through thoughts for the right thing to say. Thankfully, MK filled the gap with a few musings.

“I guess in a weird way he did?” MK stared curiously at the doll. “I connected with my Dad because of Monkey King.” the night was so clear in his head. Tang had been so kind, but hesitant… it wasn’t until he saw MK’s Monkey King backpack that the walls fell and the excited squeals followed.

Speculation of course. Perhaps he was just lucky…

He shakes his head, his eyes dull as he mumbled, “I had been so positive they would send me back the orphanage when they adopted me.”
Xiaotian’s ears flickered, eyes growing wide, “Your parents?” he whispered. MK swallowed hard, not meaning to say such a thing aloud. He nodded slowly. Xiaotian was stunned, “Why would they ever do that? They love you.”

“I love them too,” MK agreed. “At the time though…” he swallowed hard, “I…” he shakes his head. “This isn’t something I talk about.”

“Then we don’t have to,” Xiaotian said quietly, shifting closer as if to shield MK from the weight of his own memories. “You don’t have to share anything you don’t want to.”

MK looked up, his eyes glistening trembling, but there was a flicker of gratitude behind that stormy gaze. “I want to talk about it,” he said, his voice steadier. It had been so freeing to admit before that he was angry. That he was angry so often. He wanted that same feeling for this. He wanted to stop letting this place to hold him here, even when he no longer lived here.

He thought he had left it behind all those years ago, but in truth, it had been in his pockets. It had been between his fingers, in his hair, slinking and slithering in the depths of his heart…

He wanted to release it all, let it spill into the night like a storm unburdened. “I was just so scared I’d end up back there,” he confessed, his gaze distant as he focused on the cracks in the floorboards, each one a chasm of the past. “No one ever really wants you when they don’t know you. And…” he waved his hand around, stuck for a moment. When he reached for Xiaotian’s hand for something to ground him, Xiaotian offered it willingly. It seemed to calm MK, softening the furrow in his brow. “I never told Mei this,” he stressed. “I’ve never told anyone this. I think my parents know, if they’ve seen my file but… but I… I was adopted 16 times.” MK admits quietly. He watched Xiaotian’s face crumble, his eyes widening. 

“What?” he murmured, the sound caught in his throat. It was strange to see such fragile emotion in his eyes when Xiaotian was normally so confident and cheeky. 

“I bounced from home to home,” MK continued, drawing in a shaky breath. “Every time I thought I’d found a family—someone who could see me for me—I’d get returned like I was some broken toy. Every return just meant I was never enough.”

Xiaotian squeezed his hand tighter, horrified. He shook his head, the very notion- No. Not that wasn’t right.

MK could hear those adults. They said it behind closed doors to the staff but he always heard them. He mimicked their tones, “He’s too loud. He’s sick. He’s isn’t good with school. He’s sick. He doesn’t fit with what we are looking for. He’s sick. He’s too sick-” MK’s voice tinged with anger, “He’s too fucking sick-”

His anger bubbled and Xiaotian reacted in turn, rushed to toss his arms around MK’s shoulders and embrace him.

The warmth of Xiaotian’s embrace enveloped MK like a shield against the biting chill of memories that threatened to suffocate him. It was grounding, the way Xiaotian’s heartbeat thudded steadily against his ear, a reminder that he was not alone in this suffocating abyss of emotion. He pressed his face into the soft fabric of Xiaotian's shoulder, inhaling deeply as if trying to capture this fleeting moment of safety.

“I’m sorry,” MK whispered, feeling foolish for venting such heavy feelings on someone who was just trying to help. But Xiaotian didn’t pull away. Instead, he slowly, shakily, began to comb the back of MK’s hair. Similar to how his own Father had done for him.

It felt almost surreal, the way Xiaotian's fingers meticulously worked through his hair, untangling the knots that had accumulated both literally and figuratively. With every gentle stroke, MK could feel the anger dissipating, replaced instead by a cautious hope. The truth hung in the air between them, heavy yet somehow purifying.

MK could stay like this forever- feeling whole. Feeling complete. Feeling wanted.

“I want you in my life,” Xiaotian whimpered.

“I know,” MK says, his voice wavering

“I love you.” Xiaotian spoke again.

MK hugged him tighter, his eyes widening. “I know.” he croaked. 

“I’m not letting you go or sending you back.” Xiaotian's voice cracked.

MK didn’t have to speak to say he knew. Gosh, he knew. He could never describe in words how much it meant to him that he knew every word Xiaotian spoke to be true. He could feel it, every second of the day.

“I’m with you forever, MK.” even if he couldn’t be seen. This connection was important. It meant something, they both knew. And it was going to hold them together for the rest of time. “Okay, MK?”

MK nodded quietly, then grimaced.

Xiaotian pulled away only slightly, looking down at him. His face was a mess, barely containing tears. MK almost chuckled, but his own agony made him wince. He couldn’t cry like Xiaotian could- but man it still hurt.

“I hate that name,” he admits.

Xiaotian was lost, worried he had done something wrong, “Huh? What name?”

“MK,”

Xiaotian was just as confused, “B-But-?” he stammered.

MK sniffed, “I was found in nothing more than a blanket, with this- necklace around me.” MK grasped it between his fingers, staring with an empty look at the wall. He dully noticed it was cracked- missing a small chunk. Great- he couldn’t even keep this thing intact. He laughed bitterly, “No history. No name. So they gave me one as a place holder. A placeholder that stayed.”

Xiaotian’s brow furrowed as he processed MK's words, his grip on MK tightening instinctively. “Then MK is…?”

Mystery Kid.”

Xiaotian tensed, a strange look in his eyes. “What.”

“That’s my name. That is what they called me.” MK said it so calmly, so easily. But Xiaotian could feel the tearing. The torment. MK’s eyes were set, but his mind was screaming.

Xiaotian felt a shudder ripple through him at MK's confession, the weight of those two words striking him more profoundly than any blow. “Mystery Kid?” The name echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain, tinged with the sharp edges of a broken past. It felt wrong—so utterly out of place for someone as vibrant and extraordinary as MK. “That’s not who you are,” Xiaotian choked.

MK glanced to the side for a moment, his eyes following the path of the crack in the wall before settling on Xiaotian again, “It’s how it is.”

Xiaotian choked up, “If you- you don’t have to hold it in if you don’t want to.” Xiaotian could feel it. His chest was tightening, painful in how it squeezed his ribs. It frustrating- these tears that wanted to overflow. MK wanted to cry, and Xiaotian knew it. 

Instead however, the human shook his head. HIs eyes were dry and his smile was melancholy. “I don’t think I can anymore.” it was a somber admittance. Things like this just didn’t draw his sadness to the surface. No, it was far too buried and locked down. Now it only brought rage and pain.

Staring at his hands, he watched Xiaotian’s palm slip over his. He smiled, wanting to ensure the monkey he was fine now- 

Drip

MK froze. A drop of water, salty and cold plopped against his knuckle. He lifted his head slowly, daring to look at Xiaotian. The Monkey was crying, tears stinging his eyes and his expression searching. 

His mouth hanging open, gauging MK’s every reaction as water seemed to unknowingly fall from his face. 

“Xiaoxiao…?” MK murmured. He reached up with his free hand, his thumb brushing to the monkey’s cheek. “Why are you-”

‘If you can’t anymore-” Xiaotian’s voice broke, swallowing to find a bit more composure, “I’ll do it for you.” 

MK’s heart twisted in his chest, ache and warmth colliding in a wild storm. He could feel the weight of Xiaotian's grief pressing against him, a palpable force that made the air around them thick with unshed tears. “You don’t have to carry my sadness for me,” he whispered, voice steady yet fragile, like glass poised on the edge of a cliff.

Like a child Xiaotian sobbed, “Too late, it’s mine now! You are and I- we’re a package deal!” Xiaotian insisted, his grip tightening around MK’s hand as if anchoring them both to the moment. His breath shuddered out, his crying loud, obnoxious- and wonderful.

MK’s lower lip trembled. His eyes wavered, leaning forward when he couldn’t bare the weight of Xiaotian’s eyes. The person who seemed to know him so well…. Who filled his broken heart with the pieces he’s been desperately missing. Resting his forehead against XIaotian’s shoulder, he shuddered and exhaled. 

Xxiaotian was blubbering, hugging MK tightly. 

“You are an ugly crier.” MK mumbled against his shoulder. 

“Shut up..!’ the monkey wailed, hitting MK’s shoulders, the tears spilling from his cheeks. 

MK chuckled weakly, patting his back. Funny, despite all the horribly times he had in this room, he could recall just as many good one too. All with his Angel, and now, with his other half.

After a few minutes of bubbling crying, Xiaotian started to calm down.

“We should probably go.” MK glanced out, knowing it wouldn’t be long before they got worried calls from everyone.

“Ugh- yeah,” Xiaotian cleaned his face. Getting to their feet, MK’s lips curled. Xiaotian’s face was stained, flushed, his eyes as puffy as ripe fruits in late summer. “You look like you fell into a puddle,” MK teased gently, his voice lightening the air as they stepped out into the corridor.

Xiaotian made an affronted noise, “Puddle?!” he touched his cheeks. “Am not!”

“Such a crybaby~”

“Am not!!”

“Cry baby~” MK teased, nudging Xiaotian. “Cry baby cry baby!”

Xiaotian, his mock outrage mounting, retaliated with an exaggerated glare. “Well, if I’m a crybaby, then what does that make you?” He punctuated his question with an overdramatic flick of his wrist.

“The Monkey Kid~” Mk pointed to himself. “Which makes you my sidekick. Cry Boy~”

At his breaking point, Xiaotian yelled, “Oh Shut up Chu! I am not a crybaby!” For a second the name rang out, then settled. Realizing what he said, Xiaotian slapped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide. 

MK’s eyes were just as wide, feeling a rush of embarrassment coming from Xiaotian. “Chu?” he asked. There was that name again? Xiaotian would say it randomly. He thought maybe it was a Monkey thing, but the more he did it the more he realized there seemed to be a deeper meaning behind it.

“U-Uhhh um…” Xiaotian fumbled, waving his hands around. “It’s nothing..! I was just- slip of the tongue…??”

MK folded his arms, giving Xiaotian a dead panned look, “You know I can tell when you are lying, right?” he asked, wanting to remind Xiaotian of their connection, but he shouldn’t have to. 

Xiaotian cursed a little, realizing his mistake. Right- they couldn’t slip anything pass each other. 

“Okay, okay!” Xiaotian burst out, voice tinged with exasperation, his hands falling to his sides in defeat. “You’re right. It’s… it’s just a nickname.”

“A nickname?” MK echoed, eyebrows raising in playful intrigue.

“Y-Yeah,” Xiaotian finally confessed, his face lighting up with an embarrassed flush that deepened the apple-red hue on his cheeks. “I call you that sometimes. In my head!” which just so happens to slip out sometimes.

MK tilted his head, a strange sensation coming over his chest. His smiled faltered just for a second, feeling something… more, from this conversation. “You call me Chu, in your head,” he continued.

Xiaotian twiddled his thumbs, “Well, sometimes?? I was thinking of like- nicknames for you before, and I-I dunno why, I just- I’ve always liked this name and whenever I think of you I can’t stop thinking how it sounds good for you.” he glanced away. He hadn’t said anything cause he didn’t want to overstep or anything. But once he started he couldn’t seem to stop.

“You want to give me a name?” MK couldn’t believe his ears. 

“O-Only if that is cool!” Xiaotian says quickly, “It was just hard cause MK is already a nickname, so how can you make a nickname even more of a nickname? So then Chu came to mind, but that clearly isn’t a nickname at all from MK. So my brain just started thinking of a full name instead?? Like, last name included- which is weird I know! Cause you already had one and me giving you a name is super weird so I didn’t say anything-” He was babbling, his mouth moving a mile a minute. 

Letting the monkey talk, MK didn’t move. Whatever he was thinking, Xiaotian couldn’t tell. Even MK’s emotions seemed to have been drawn to a standstill, making him panic that he had really messed up this time! 

Finally he spoke, his voice soft, “What did you come up with?” The question filtered between them, MK’s eyes searching for answers. 

Xiaotian swallowed, lost in his gaze. Straightening his back he took a deep breath. It took a lot of courage, but he eventually hyped himself up enough to say it. “Chu. Maybe like um… Q-Qi Chu?” 

“Qi… Chu.” MK repeated. 

Xiaotian lost his nerve immedietly, “L-Like, Qi Xiaotian? I just thought it would be nice to have kind of the same name, ya know? H-hAhaha~ And, Chu was both cute and easy to remember and- like, when I look at you, it just fit? So I’ve been quietly calling you that in my head to see how it sounded and then it just blurted out a moment ago. And then I gave you my last name- cause my last name is something different then my parents. They couldn’t decide between their last names so they gave me my own, so I thought it was fine to share that around. Oh but that isn’t how last names work-” He had never been so frazzled.

He had never talked so much in a panic.

Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t learned just minutes earlier how much of a sore spot MK’s name was to himself. It made him feel like a jerk and inconsiderate and- and horrible!  

“Qi Chu.” MK looked down.

“Ah I know it’s-” Xiaotian grimaced.

Qi Chu. Chu.” He touched his chest, debating it. “Chu…” 

“I”m sorry…!” Xiaotian bowed his head, “Forget I said anything!”

“No no I-” MK’s was smiling. Big and open and dazzling, “I like it.”

Xiaotian squeaked, his head shooting upward to stare at him, “You do?”

“Yes,” MK chuckled, his laugh bubbling like warm sunlight breaking through a winter's chill. “It’s… different. It feels special, you know? And name, for me.” he touched his chest. Given to him, by someone who cared about him. “I really really like it.” he assures him, and Xiaotian knew he wasn’t lying, feeling the bubbles of joy and warmth coiling from within him, twirling with his own. MK liked it… 

No, he could feel it… MK loved the name! 

“I’ve never had a name,” MK sounded frazzled in return. “I was never-” his lips formed a thin line, and Xiaotian could tell something was stirring within him. “You want to give me a name?” he whispered weakly.

Xiaotian’s breath caught in his throat, the sheer weight of the moment leaving him momentarily speechless. He watched as MK’s gaze turned inward, lost in a memory or perhaps a reflection he hadn’t shared before.

“Yes,” Xiaotian finally managed, his voice trembling with sincerity. “Is that okay?”

“Is that okay??” MK shakes his head, unable to believe it. Unable to speak of the weight this meant. What this meant to him. How long had waited to this- his first gift. “I wanted-” MK was moving closer, arms stretching out for a hug. Xiaotian rushed to give it to him.

It was 5 minutes later when Red Son called to check in on them, surprised when he found Xiaotian sobbing on the other side. “I’m crying for two!” the Monkey Prince insisted, a whimpering mess as MK chuckled, his smile never once leaving his face. Letting Xiaotian walk ahead to sob his little heart out to Red Son, he lingered in the back.

He touched his hand to his chest, letting the name and the day settle up on it.

Chu…

MK…

He was a human boy. His cheeks bore a curious mark, his eyes were a striking gold, and he possessed unique abilities. It was all very strange and perplexing. Nothing seemed to make sense. B-But he was human, and the son of Tang and Pigsy. Brother to Mei. Other half to Xiaotian and friend to Red Son. Nothing else.

He, couldn’t possibly be anything else.

In truth- he knew what Xiaotian’s thoughts were. He knew what everyone’s thoughts were. The secret little wish Xiaotian had that maybe they were more than just two souls strangely connected- that the connection meant something. Perhaps through blood or otherwise.

But he, he couldn’t… Maybe with time, he would be willing to consider the idea, but not now. No, he was happy where he was. He didn’t need more- he didn’t want- he…

Anything more would just make things complicated, wouldn’t it? Why couldn’t things just stay as they are? Any change risking what he knew was unwanted.

But one thing was certain, he had a name.

That was perhaps the only change he would allow.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he considered way to hide or even remove the mark on his face. He chalked it up to the staff’s power affecting him somehow. It made sense- it would have to make sense.

Trudging out of the orphanage gates and back into the city, he heard Xiaotian calling to him. His other half was waving excitedly.

“Chu!! Mei found a super cool party to go to!”

MK lifted his head curiously, “Party?” he asked when Xiaotian ran back to him.

“Yeah! She thought we deserved something fun after what happened the other day,” Xiaotian was bouncing on the heels of his feet. He had never been to a party before, so the concept was appealing. “Something to, you know, take our minds of things.” He peeked up at MK expectantly, swaying a little. “…In a mood for a party?” he asked, knowing he wouldn’t go if MK didn’t want to. But gosh he really really really really REALLY wanted to go.

MK felt his lips curling upward, sensing the anticipation. “I dunno~” he drawled, Xiaotian’s lower lip quivering.

“Please please please please!!” Xiaotian was lunging at him, scampering up his form to cling to his shoulders, hanging off his back. “Pleaseeeee!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s go!” MK relented, laughing as he swung Xiaotian off him. The party sounded like a whirlwind of color and laughter, something they both desperately needed after all the heaviness that had settled in their hearts lately.

Xiaotian cheered and clasped his hands together, the sheer joy radiating from him like a beacon. “You won’t regret it! Mei said there’ll be games, and snacks… and dancing!”

“Do you know how to dance?”
Xiaotian paused, “Uh, it depends on what sort of dancing you mean,” he admits, “Cause I know how to dance in the way my Baba taught me.”

“Well now I’m curious,” MK folded his arms.

Xiaotian stared at him, then glanced around them. He huffed when he realized MK was waiting, “I’m not doing it here!” he nudged him, drawing another laugh out of his friend. It was nice to hear MK laugh again. In truth, something about him felt a little lighter. Just a bit.
Though, deep down, Xiaotian could sense his turmoil. What MK would lift to the surface, he would shove just as much down into the pits of his mind.

He feared the unknown. The mystery of himself. Xiaotian had a feeling MK would gladly do anything and everything to avoid the matter and pretend it wasn’t an issue.

But how long could he deny the evidence that was clear on his own face?

For now, he wanted to focus on the party. To have fun with his friends and his other half, and keep that smile of MK’s as long as he possibly could.

Notes:

I look at MK like a vase. On one side, he is perfectly fine. On the other- he is cracked and falling apart. But he keeps spinning himself around to hide that side. Denying that other side even exists, since he doesn't have to look at it.
Eventually though- that vase is going to fall over. The cracks are going to consume him.

Notes:

I made some concept art for this story on my Tumblr page @smilesatdawn if anyone is interested
I would also LOVE to chat with anyone on here of discord about this story idea, because it isn't exactly fully flushed out in my brain. I can't wait to see where it goes though XD

 

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