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Stone Rebirth - Chapter 7 - Macaque

When Wukong suggested that he would do some training with the Monkie Kid one on one, the brunette monkey thought that his mentor would be teaching him how to handle the staff (MK swears that the thing had a mind of its own at times) or maybe even a new power like the art of the 72 transformations or cloud walking. Hammering a priceless ancient mural that led the kid to the Monkey King was not even on MK’s mind when Wukong asked MK to do some training.

MK’s own thoughts were not helping, this seemed like a punishment more than a training exercise and the kid couldn’t help but wonder what he did wrong. Was it something MK said, maybe that he brought up Liu Err that one time, Marshal Ma did say that it was a sore topic. With every strike, the kid’s mind continued to spiral trying to figure out what he did wrong and how he could make up for it. The worst thought that came up though was that maybe Wukong realized that he chose the wrong successor.

The kid still wondered why the sage chose him of all people to succeed him, MK literally lost the staff and even died when he retrieved it. The kid still had trouble sleeping at night because he would get nightmares about the sensation of being pulled apart and put back together. MK admitted that he wasn’t a stranger to being near death, the couple he once called his parents were to blame for that, but he actually died. If that wasn’t a sign that MK wasn’t the right person to be the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven’s successor then…well the kid wasn’t sure then.

Twelve hours, MK spent what felt like twelve hours hammering a wall as Monkey King stayed mostly silent, occasionally telling MK to step into the strike or to be patient. Sure, there were breaks where MK would try to go exploring on his own there would always be one or two of the stalwart generals nearby. General Ba was the worst about it since the blond gibbon didn’t even try to hide that he was there, at least Ma and Beng were subtle as they would follow him. Did Monkey King not trust him?

As the sunlight leaking into the cavern began to fade was when MK spoke up, “Monkey King?”

“Sup bud,” the sage sat up from the cloud and looked right at the kid.

“Do you…” the words were right on his tongue, but the kid hesitated before letting them out, “Do you not trust me?”

Monkey King hesitated for a moment before answering, “Of course, I trust you bud,” the orange-furred primate then popped a peach chip into his mouth, “Why wouldn't ie trust yoeh?”

The kid looked down at the stone hammer in his hands, dark brown furred tail flicked nervously, unsure of how to respond. After all there could be a chance MK was worrying over nothing and it was just his anxiety talking.

“I…don’t know,” MK responded quietly, though Monkey King could hear the muttered words under the kid’s breath before getting back to hammering the wall. What was even the point to this activity?

When the natural sunlight that entered the cavern began to fade was when Monkey King called MK over to tell the kid that they were done for the day. The kid could hear the chirps of the islands smaller and youngest monkeys’ parents calling their cubs who had been watching the mentor and protegee during the exercise to come back. MK’s ears perked, though the kid was still unsure as to why he was reacting like this now until he heard a louder chirp that echoed through the cavern. Remembering what Mr. Tang told him, MK was once again aware when he chirped back in response.

The monkey boy made his way over to his mentor who gestured for the kid to sit in front of him. MK did as he was instructed and sat down in front of the stone monkey who moved his tail to be in front of the kid.

“Oh, right…” the great monkey king uttered in realization, “How about a few more lessons tonight, bud?”

MK’s ears perked, finally a lesson that doesn’t involve destroying an ancient mural. The kid jumped at the idea of actually learning something that he could actually use.

“I can’t wait!” MK exclaimed as he began to pace around the cavern, “Will you be teaching me a new move…Oh oh…how to duplicate myself or…”

The sight of the sage’s cub bounding around in excitement brought a smile to Wukong’s face as he teleported in front of the kid and stopped them before they could go on.

“No, no,” Monkey King stated with a slight chuckle as he wrapped his tail around MK, “This is a bit more important than that, bud.”

The Great Sage then used his tail to pick the monkey boy up and then gently set the kid down in front of him. MK wondered what the sage could be referring to until he began to feel a hand picking through the fur that had grown along the kid’s back.

“Grooming?”

Wukong hummed in affirmation before explaining, “Grooming helps to promote the health of the troop as we remove any bugs or debris that get caught in our fur, but it is also a time where we share news and such among the troop.”

The kid hummed, signifying that he was listening as the older monkey continued to groom through MK’s fur. The feeling of the stone monkey’s hands going through the kid’s back fluff was admittingly calming, the frustration MK felt melted away as a low rumble began to come from his throat.

When an orange tail swayed onto MK’s lap the stone monkey spoke up again, “Try working through my tail like how I’m doing for your fur. If you find any bugs or debris remove them and if there are any tangles, try to gently unravel them.”

After Monkey King finished explaining MK looked over his shoulder to see just as the stone monkey removed a bug from the kid’s hair and popped the insect into their mouth. Not wanting to be rude, the kid turned to work on the sage’s tail, finding that the appendage was a mess. There were multiple tangles in the fur that the kid had to work to get undone, each time he did he worried that he was being too rough, but the sage would reassure the kid that he was doing just fine. MK was nearing the tip of the tail when he felt something wriggling and proceeded to remove it to find a bug living on the Monkey King’s tail. How long has it been since the sage last had someone groom him?

The two spent a bit longer, MK grooming his mentor’s tail as Wukong groomed through the kid’s fur and hair before the sage decided that both had finished, and they called it a night. MK went to his room and checked in with his noodle dads on text before turning in the soft bed and shutting their eyes before they let their exhaustion take hold.

“You know, when I found out that I would be trained by the Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven,” MK exclaimed as he swung the hammer at the decently sized dent in the wall before a few beads of sweat went down his face and a growl erupted from his throat, “I had no idea that I’d be stuck here, hammering walls for twelve hours a day!”

The great sage continued to lounge on the cloud as he picked up the staff and twirled it in the air above the stone monkey.

The hammer was tossed aside in frustration as MK growled before turning towards his mentor, “Why am I doing this again?”

“Ah,” Monkey King smiled as he explained, “So I can make a nice little breakfast nook, get a bit of light in here.”

The expression on MK’s face said enough, one eyebrow raised unsure whether or not the orange-furred monkey was being serious. It was seriously hard for MK to determine when the stone monkey was kidding with them. Monkey King seemed to catch onto this and smiled as he observed his protegee’s confusion.

The sage laughed as he tilted his head back to look at the kid, “That as well as a proper place for us to train that’s out of the way.”

That made more sense than breaking down a mural to make way for a breakfast nook, but why couldn’t they train in the…oh right…MK remembered how after the Demon King of Confusion grabbed him that the demon did quite a bit of damage to that clearing. That still doesn’t explain why Monkey King was having the kid hammer this wall down.

“But I’m meant to be Monkie Kid,” MK exclaimed loudly, the kid’s tail swishing wildly behind him, “Not construction boy!”

The stone monkey seemed to be content with just twirling the Golden Cudgel in the air above themselves as the monkey’s tail wriggled beside him. MK huffed at the lack of response from his mentor before continuing as he flailed his arms wildly, “How am I supposed to do the hero stuff if I don’t know the…the fighting stuff!”

The whirling of the staff spinning stopped as Monkey King caught it in one hand, “Oh ho, so you want to know the fighting stuff, huh?”

The next thing MK knew was that his mentor had slammed the Ruyi Jingu Bang into the ground before tossing the staff toward the wall. The kid panicked, ducking just as he saw the staff nearing his head then there was a loud crash from behind him followed by the sound of stones crumbling down onto the floor. A quick turnaround revealed that the staff had made a giant hole in the mural that left only the depiction of the Monkey King mostly unscathed, albeit without the legs.

The kid’s gold eyes were wide with wonder and excitement, a move like that and the Demon Bull Family wouldn’t stand a chance. MK got on their knees as they begged their mentor to teach them that move only to be met with the Monkey King’s laughter.

“Look bud, you got to pace yourself,” the sage chuckled then tossed the staff that then twirled before being caught midair by Monkey King, “You just need practice.”

MK went to retrieve the stone hammer, looking down at it thoughtfully, how was this supposed to help him fight bad guys.

“But…this,” MK looked up from the hammer towards Wukong before continuing, “isn’t practice.”

Wukong put his palm to his face, groaning since the sage really didn’t want to spell it out for their kid. Their successor’s body was probably not ready to use most of their powers yet, and the seal meant that MK could tear himself apart with his powers since semi-invincibility has its limits. Wukong had to see those limits firsthand already, and he was not about to lose his cub.

“Look, kid,” Wukong began hesitantly, scratching the back of his head as he thought of what to say, “You only just started training a few days ago.”

Then the Great Sage folded his arms as he looked at the kid, seeing the disappointment in the younger monkey’s eyes.

“You can’t just take shortcuts and expect them to work. It took me centuries of practice and fighting demons…so many demons…” the stone monkey sounded disheartened near the end. A flash of regret appeared across the celestial primate’s face followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat, “The point is, nothing worth anything comes for free.”

MK huffed as they looked away from their mentor who had once again begun telling the kid to step into the strike. Just when the 17-year-old was about to get back to the wall hammering activity he felt a vibration in his pocket followed by the sound of his ringtone playing. Quickly pulling out the phone, MK saw that Mei was requesting a video call with him which the kid answered.

Mei appeared to be panicked as the video feed popped up, “MK, we really need your help.”

Behind Mei was some sort of giant shadowy monster, its torso covered in bandages that seemed to flow wildly behind the creature. Its eyes, well eye if the cross where the right eye should be says anything, glowed purple as the creature’s furry head was silhouetted by the eclipse occurring behind it.

“A monster attacking the city,” MK had to admit that he was a bit overly excited to be fighting something, but it meant getting out of today’s so-called training he would take it, “That’s terrible!”

The Monkey King knew what the kid was pulling, but it wasn’t like the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven could do anything about it. Wukong was retired, and whatever it was the kid could handle it with his friends.

“Dang, guess I got to do some boring hero stuff instead of…” MK didn’t hide his sarcasm as he gestured to the partially destroyed mural, “…this,” the teen smiled as he readied himself to rush off, “Okay, BYEEEEEEE!”

Without another word, MK rushed out of the cave leaving only a dust cloud behind where he was standing.

Back in the city, Mei was wishing she had some sort of weapon that could possibly make a difference. None of their attacks have even made a scratch on the thing, not that any of them had weapons to use anyways (and Pigsy said no to Mei using her bazooka in the city). Pigsy was down after trying to hit the weird shadow beast with a spoon, the pig was unconscious in the little crater that they landed in. Sandy was seeing to any injuries that the gang had acquired in their attempt to even fight this thing, luckily any injuries were minor other than Pigsy possibly having a concussion.

The dragon horse girl knew that MK was spending the weekend with Monkey King, so the group tried to at first take this beast down on their own. It was made apparent rather quickly that this wouldn’t be the case, so Mei called in backup in the form of their favorite monkey boy. It was taking rather long for their backup to arrive, maybe they should have told MK where the fight was. Not that anyone would be able to miss the giant purple shadow that was looming over the group.

“Where is he,” Mei gritted her teeth, it was already bad enough that they were down a Tang since the scholar was currently at the cloud doing research apparently. The scholar would have at least been able to calm Pigsy down after the shadow beast stepped on the tuk-tuk that had just been repaired after the last incident.

A cloud-board swooshed passed crashing into a pile of rubble in the middle of the street after its’ rider jumped off to stand next to the dragon girl. Mei immediately recognized the newcomer from their yellow jacket and white shirt that had a target on it.

MK stood ready to enter a fight, staff in hand as he looked up at the shadow beast, “What did I miss?”

The dragon horse girl immediately demanded to know what took the boy-turned-monkey so long to arrive, though immediately grew concerned when MK responded with how the Monkey King had him do some sort of boring task. Mei expected that MK would have started gushing about his training with Monkey King, not complain about it.

“That the bad guy?” MK changed the subject before Mei could make any inquiry and before the dragon girl could warn her friend the monkey had already pole-vaulted toward the shadow demon only to be thrown to the ground by one of the demon’s weird bandage appendages.

Mei winced when the dust cleared revealing that MK landed in a crater a few feet from Pigsy’s own, both were in the same positions with their weapons of choice lying near their feet.

“Yeah,” Mei scratched the back of her neck nervously, “We already tried that.”

A piece of cloth was dropped onto an unconscious Pigsy in a dramatic fashion by Sandy, which got a response out of the pig. The chef began to roll onto his back, wincing as his side brushed against the ground. A pair of deep purple eyes opened and briefly caught a glimpse of the teen in the other crater.

“Kid!” Pigsy shot upright only to immediately regret it when a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him. The blue river demon supported the pig with his hands, keeping the chef from falling over onto the asphalt. Sandy had to tell the chef to take it easy for a bit as he gently led Pigsy to the edge of the sidewalk.

Once the pig demon was settled a shadow passed overhead, Mei turned her head upwards and caught a glimpse of a figure that kind of resembled Monkey King. It was hard to tell for sure since the figure was moving too fast to make any details out other than the red cape and tail. The monkey figure was jumping from building to building until it was close to the shadow beast.

The group was unable to see exactly what was going on, but the newcomer had created some sort of dark vortex that seemed to blow the beast away effortlessly. MK’s eyes were wide with awe and admiration, watching as the vortex dissipated creating a gust of wind that could knock someone off their feet.

Before anyone could stop the kid, MK had already used his staff to reach the building where he’d seen his mentor on. The kid climbed up a rough side of the wall with his staff still in hand, once MK was near the top he set the staff on the ledge before grasping the edge with one hand.

“Yeah,” MK exclaimed as he pulled himself up, “Monkey King!”

The kid lost their grip of the ledge after his hand slipped on a loose brick; MK managed to catch himself before he fell but decided to pole vault up to the roof instead. They landed behind the taller monkey who was momentarily stunned when he was face to face with a wide-eyed MK.

“That was awesome, I can’t believe you came back to…” MK gushed until he finally got a good look at who he thought was his mentor.

Unlike Wukong, this monkey had long dark fur that was slightly unkempt with some shorter tan fur that covered part of their torso and face as well as their hands and ears. On the monkey’s face was a feathered marking that surrounded the macaque’s gold eyes which had three wingtips on the sides. The dark monkey’s red scarf was not tied at the front, instead was wrapped around the neck with one end flowing freely behind them. They wore some sort of leather armor with a gold trim over a yellow and black torso with a pair of baggy maroon pants covering their legs.

“Oh,” the boy vocalized awkwardly as the dark-furred monkey stared at the kid blankly, “You’re not Monkey King.”

The primate chuckled in response, crouching down as the monkey scratched the side of their face, “Yeah, I get that a lot,” the taller monkey then looked at MK for a few moments and smiled, “Monkie Kid, right.”

The kid held onto his staff tightly as their gold eyes met the macaques, “How did you…”

“Your staff kind of gives you away dude,” the dark monkey pointed out the golden cudgel in MK’s hands, “Not just anyone can wield that thing.”

“Wait, who are you?”

The red-masked monkey demon stood up, rubbing the back of his neck as he smiled revealing their long sharp fangs, “Macaque, actually the Six-Eared Macaque is, you know, my full name.”

Macaque then bid farewell to the kid who immediately rushed to get ahead of the monkey demon. MK leaned towards Macaque with eagerness in their eyes, the kid’s tail wagging excitingly behind them.

“Can you teach me that awesome thing!” the kid pleaded with the dark-furred macaque, staring right into the taller monkey’s gold eyes.

One awkward pause where the red-masked monkey stepped a pace away from the kid was then ended with a light chuckle, “I thought Monkey King was teaching you.”

“Yeah, yeah he is…um…”

“But you can never have too many teachers, right,” Macaque then added, “I’m sure Monkey King would agree. It’s not like he would want to hold you back.”

It certainly felt like the great sage was trying to hold MK back, if the past couple of days were anything to say about the matter. One moment Monkey King would be distant and the next the sage would be all buddy-buddy with the kid. The first day MK spent on the mountain was alright if you brush the whole being kidnapped during training under the rug.

This was MK’s chance to prove to Monkey King that he was ready for more than monkey lessons and hammering walls. Sure, the kid’s mentor might be upset but what he doesn’t know won’t kill him; Monkey King is immortal after all.

“Um…yeah,” MK said nervously, all he had to do was not let Wukong know that someone else was training him, “Monkey King would be totally cool with it.”

“Well alright then,” Macaque smiled, placing a hand on the kid’s back in what MK believed was reassurance. Not noticing the image of the monkey king on the back of the kid’s jacket had changed into something more menacing.

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Stone Rebirth Chapter 6: Confusion and Kidnapping

It was sometime after noon when Wukong retrieved MK from his room and took him to the clearing where the Stalwart Generals were waiting. Underneath a tree, Ma had waved the two of them over and explained that they would be helping MK gain a better feeling of how to use his tail as well as awareness of the appendage.

“We’ll be starting with a few stretches before we get started for real,” Ma stated as stretched out her tail and body after sitting up from the mossy stone floor below her, “Just follow what I do.”

The stretches were quite simple, it was mostly made up of simple movements where MK would stretch his tail in one direction before doing it in the opposite. Though MK did struggle to move his tail as fluently as his instructor was moving hers, Ma reassured MK that as time goes on MK would grow more used to his tail.

After one last stretch, Ma said it was time to start the exercise and she looked over at Wukong who had been lounging on a cloud the whole time MK was doing stretches. Wukong saw the short macaque give a slight glare which gave the sage the idea that he should get over there and help with the next part of the lesson.

The first lesson was for MK to try to pick up objects with his tail, starting with lighter ones so the kid wouldn’t strain the currently unfamiliar muscles in the appendage. The Monkie Kid struggles at first to keep a grasp on a peach that he was handed by Wukong, but after a few failed attempts MK did manage to hold it for long enough that he was able to graduate to picking up a slightly larger object. After a bit of fumbling MK managed to keep a grip on the rock, and out of curiosity he threw it in a random direction almost hitting Ma.

“Opps…uh…” MK realized what he had done and went to apologize, “Sorry about…”

The short macaque gave the young monkey a mischievous stare as she smiled, picking up a stone that was on the ground next to her all while keeping her gaze locked on MK, “Oh, it’s on little prince.”

Wukong joined in as well, which quickly turned the exercise into a game of sorts where you score points if whoever you threw an object at didn’t manage to catch it. It was quickly made obvious that MK was way out of his league as he struggled to catch the majority of the stones that came the kid’s way. At one point MK did manage to catch it, immediately returning it to its sender who caught it with a smile.

“Okay, I think that’s enough playing for today,” the small macaque clapped her hands together, “Let’s move on to our next activity, Wukong and I will be helping you a bit with this one.

The task was for MK to balance on his tail, which Ma believed would help the young monkey to recognize the muscles that were involved with the movement of the new appendage. Ma and Wukong were to be on the side to catch MK if he were to start to lose balance, though MK was sure both the monkeys were making it look easier than it was. It took a bit of fumbling for the kid to manage to hold himself up with his tail, though his balance was thrown off immediately when he got into position.

Suffice to say, MK had quite a bit of trouble staying balanced and would quickly find himself leaning to the side where MK would panic causing himself to fall. A few times he almost fell onto the Monkey King who would stop the kid from falling, though after the first couple times this occurred the Great Sage had a slightly irritated expression as he pushed MK upright. After a few hours MK did manage to balance on his tail for about a few minutes before he found himself falling towards his mentor again.

“Okay, time for a break kid,” Wukong stood up and said as the kid fell forwards trying to stand up, the Great Sage stretched as he jumped back to his feet. The stone monkey was about to jump on his cloud and lounge before a tall light furred monkey joined them.

“I apologize for interrupting,” General Ba announced firmly, “but I need to speak to Wukong immediately.”

It took one look at the Great Sage’s general to know that something was up, and the Monkey King had a feeling that he knew what it was about. After all, quite a few of the elder members of the troop have reported that their cubs have gone missing. Wukong had a patrol sent out to search for the missing cubs before picking MK up that morning, they must have returned with them by now, right?

If Pigsy or Tang found out that something like this was going on in Flower Fruit Mountain, they would certainly demand that the kid return home right away. The idea of telling them has come up a few times, but Wukong reasoned with himself that the kid could handle himself if the worst came to worse. Telling the kid was out of the question, since MK would probably tell his other dads without batting an eye.

Wukong thought for a moment before turning to the other two in the clearing with a smile, “So…kid…uh weren’t you supposed to check in with Pigsy and Tang?”

“I already checked in with them though,” MK looked at Wukong blankly, “Why is there something wrong,” the kid paused for a moment before he began to panic while running aimlessly, “IS DBK ATTACKING THE CITY AGAIN!”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Wukong grabbed MK and began patting him on the head, “There is just something else that needs my attention at the moment, I’m sure you understand how it is right kid?”

“What about…”

“You did well today bud,” Wukong stated quickly before looking at the sky, “Though it’s probably going to get dark soon, so best if we wrap things up for the day.”

The kid seemed slightly disappointed, after all time went by so fast if it was already getting dark like the Monkey King said it was. The Monkie Kid’s tail drooped as he tugged on his own jacket, he was kind of looking forward to spending more time with the Great Sage.

“It’s okay,” MK forced a smile as his tail betrayed his true feelings as it drooped sadly behind him and the kid’s golden eye were downcast, “No biggie, really.”

“Hey,” the monkey king gave his kid an encouraging smile, “Let’s continue training tomorrow morning, alright.”

With a parting rub on the kid’s head, the Great Sage entered the mouth of the cave that led back to the main area of the water curtain cave. General Ba followed the Monkey King silently as the pair disappeared into the cavern. Not noticing that there was someone eyeing the clearing in a hidden cavern inside the mountain.

“The cubs haven’t been found yet,” Ba began to say, “If we tell the troop, there will be a panic, but…”

The news didn’t seem to bother Wukong as much as his general thought it would have. After the sage’s pilgrimage west a situation like this would have sent the monkey into a frenzy where he would have torn up the island looking for the missing members of his troop. It wasn’t until a few hundred years later that the monkey accepted that no demon, celestial, or man (at least ones that weren’t imprisoned or dead) would dare threaten Flower Fruit Mountain so the Great Sage wasn’t as overbearingly protective if a member of the troop stayed out late.

“We both know how curious the little suns can get when they go on their first scavenge,” the stone monkey responded with a shrug.

“Great Sage, I feel like we should be a bit more concerned about this.”

“They are probably playing somewhere that the patrol hasn’t checked yet,” Wukong brushed off the blond furred general’s concern, “I’ll lead a search party if they are not back by tonight.”

“That’s the thing, the patrol we send out is MIA,” Ba stated severely, “Other than Beng who led the patrol, the rest are missing.”

The news that General Beng returned alone caused the Great Sage to pause. Although the second youngest of Wukong’s Stalwart Generals was a bit of a fun-loving prankster who occasionally took said pranks too far, the light ginger monkey would never leave a member of the troop behind.

“That isn’t very much like him,” the Monkey King commented.

The current eldest of the Stalwart generals had to keep himself from breaking down as he told the Monkey King, “I went out looking for the patrol and found Beng…he…he’s alive…but…”

“How badly?”

“I believe something attacked the patrol, there were signs of a skirmish in the area,” Ba’s turquoise eyes looked at Wukong and were full of concern, “Beng still hasn’t regained consciousness, but in the meantime, we should fortify the defenses…”

That wasn’t what the sage wanted to know, a growl escaped Wukong’s throat as for a split moment the glamor hiding the monkey king’s burning red eyes fell and the sage spoke each word slowly, “How badly was Beng hurt?”

The taller gibbon avoided meeting the sage’s eyes which have returned to its original golden hue by this point, “He’s faced worse at the hands of the celestial army, though he took quite a beating to the head...”

Blood coating the Ruyi Jingu Bang, the broken mangled body of his dear Plum still and cold under his feet, the sound of bone cracking apart as he bashed open their head with the staff as…

No, Ba said that Beng was still alive, the damage wouldn’t be anything like what the monkey king did then. That meant the damage would heal, after all the generals’ immortality gave them the ability to heal wounds that would have otherwise been fatal to a mortal. Beng would be fine in a few days at the very least, or at most a week. This didn’t change the fact that someone or something was harming the Great Sage’s troop, and that whatever was responsible would be down in Yama’s domain once the king got their hands on them.

Caught up in his own thoughts, the Monkey King had stopped listening to General Ba’s words as the king’s anger began to rise. It took a blood-curling scream that echoed through the walls of the cave to snap Wukong out of it, replacing anger with a sudden feeling in his gut.

His cub was in trouble, somehow Wukong could just feel through the bond between them and the demonic instincts that Wukong had learned to ignore began to break through in full swing. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat before escaping with a snarl.

“That came from the clearing,” the tall gibbon’s eyes were wide.

Without another word, the great sage equal to heaven had already somersaulted onto his cloud, arriving back in the clearing in a blink of an eye only to be met with horror. The tree that grew in the middle of the clearing appeared to have been cleaved in half by some bladed weapon, only half of the tree managed to remain standing as it sheltered a small brunette macaque in yellow and wine pink garbs. The marshal wasn’t in good shape, a nasty wound was present on her side that the macaque was keeping pressure on in an attempt to stop the bleeding. There were also various cuts and bruises that seemed to be present on the short brunette monkey as well, though compared to the gash in her side were minor.

Looking around the clearing, hoping to catch a glimpse of a red bandana wearing monkey demon in the lush foliage of the clearing. Wukong used his golden eyes of truth to see if there was a clue to his kid’s whereabouts hidden from view only to find what was probably the kids phone hidden within a moderately sized bush close to the clearing’s walls. The sage picked up the device, the screen lighting up as the ginger monkey’s thumb passed over its receptors revealing a picture of MK alongside the kid’s dragon friend, Mei, at the Anti-Gravity Arcade with a Monkey Mech highscore in the background, the leading two players being Mei in first with MK in second for the top score.

Someone took the kid. Someone took his kid. SOMEONE KIDNAPPED HIS CUB!

The outraged roar that the Great Sage belted could be heard all the way in the Celestial Realm.

“Monkey…King….?” The small marshal struggled as she used the remains of the peach tree to stand up, “I…I couldn’t…”

Before the great sage could respond, General Ba had emerged from the mouth of the clearing, seeing the injured marshal he immediately rushed to help his fellow Stalwart General by supporting Ma over his shoulder, crouching down so that the small macaque could still stand and hold her wound.

“Is the kid, okay?” Wukong asked, though in his gut he knew the answer wasn’t going to be one that the sage would like. Somehow Wukong could just feel that something was terribly wrong, that the kid was in some sort of trouble that he wasn’t there to protect his cub from.

The normally spunky short-tempered macaque coughed blood, “They…took him…” she coughed again, “They took the little prince.”

“Who took my kid,” once again the Monkey King’s glamor dropped revealing the burning red irises that were hidden behind it.

“Confusion,” Marshal Ma managed to say before the last of the small macaque’s energy was used up and the brunette passed out. General Ba slung the marshal’s body over her shoulder, looking at Wukong with concern for the stone monkey as he silently carried Ma’s unconscious form back into the Water Curtain Cave leaving Wukong alone.

Confusion, the terror that was in the small macaque’s voice as she said that one word was all the sage needed to know who was responsible for hurting not just the king’s troop but also his kid, his cub. The Monstrous Fiend of Havok would regret ever reemerging from Yama’s kingdom. No one messes with the king’s troop and gets away with it.

‘No violence’

Screw that, someone hurt the sage’s siblings, the youngest of the troop, and took his kid! Master wasn’t there and that dammed circlet was removed, nothing could stop Wukong from tearing the whole world apart just to find the Demon King of Confusion and send him back to Yama.

The sage’s eyes then glowed gold as he searched for any residual magic traces in the clearing, there was his own magic along with the generals as and what was probably MK’s from its similarity to Wukong’s own. The demon who took the kid seemed to be hiding his tracks, but they made a big mistake taking the kid.

Maybe Wukong should have been more concerned about how the kid was basically announcing to the whole world that he was the Monkey King’s heir instead of assuming no one would try anything on the kid just because of his reputation. For now, the ginger stone monkey focused on MK’s signature, using it as a trail of crumbs that the sage could track to back to the perpetrator. Wukong followed the kid’s magic through the sky hole that lit the lush clearing of fruit trees and bushes, emerging on the side of the mountain where he immediately began to track the kid’s signature past the peak of Flower Fruit Mountain towards the Flaming Mountains that separated the waters around the island from the ones around the city.

In a moment the sage transformed from his stone monkey self into an orange eagle with red and teal tipped wings and soared in the direction the trail led the celestial monkey. The intense heat hardly bothered the immortal sage as he followed MK’s magic signature through the volcanic peaks, the trail was getting stronger which meant that Wukong had to be getting close to his target.

Then the trail stopped, the end being at the maw of a magma carved cave that was lit by pockets of molten rock that seeped through the sides. The cavern appeared to be mostly the product of eruptions over time creating vents, but there were signs that parts of the walls were carved so that excess lava would flow into the torch like magma pools.

A bright flash lit up the cavern as Wukong shifted back into his true form before the monkey began to creep down the vent. The further down the thicker the miasma that permeated through the air became, making it hard to breathe comfortably. Although immortality did mean that the smoke and ashes had very little, long-lasting effect on the sage it didn’t necessarily mean that it didn’t have an impact on the monkey.

What concerned the monkey king was that the Demon King of Confusion took the kid here of all places that the demon could have. MK appeared to be quite far into his transformation into a stone monkey demon, but the sage had no way of safely knowing just how far the kid was into it other than his appearance. Demons have a naturally higher resistance to toxins than humans, whether or not the Monkie Kid had those resistances was the question.

The best course of action for the kid was to prioritize getting MK out over fighting with the demon that kidnapped the little monkey. As much as Wukong wanted to bash the fiend all the way to the next cycle, it wouldn’t do MK any good to stay here. First the sage had to reach the chamber at the end of these volcanic vents, that was the most likely place the demon would be.

So, when Wukong saw the volcano’s main vent, he had no problems jumping into the chasm down into the lava chamber below. Wukong’s feet landed on hard ground, the lava chamber appeared to have been drained to the point that the area seemed habitable. There were a few lingering pools of lava that were scattered around the chamber, but other than that and the thick miasma it seems that the chamber was in use.

To not alert the demon to his presence, Wukong transformed into a fly and began searching for signs of the kid or the other missing monkeys. There were plenty of cages that were either hanging on the roof of the cavern or resting on the ground, all of them empty except one. A towering humanoid figure that was just below half the height of the chamber, igneous stone skin that appeared to be cracked and chipped in various areas was covered by rusted armor that had a thick layer of ash coating it stood in front of the cage with something in his hands. At closer inspection, the monkey king was horrified to find that in the demon’s hand was the kid who was struggling against his capture’s grip.

“Behave and you might live to see another day, simian,” the stone golem threatened as he threw the Monkie Kid into the cage harshly. The kid’s shirt was torn and where MK’s fur had yet to grow in there was a nasty purplish-blue coloration indicating that the demon broke a few of the Monkie Kid’s ribs. There was also blood dripping from the successor’s head, and from how the kid was struggling to keep his eyes open they must be a bit concussed.

‘THEY HURT MY CUB!’ the sage growled as he changed back and howled in rage, “What did you do to my kid!”

The Demon King of Confusion was in the middle of closing the cage when he heard that familiar voice and turned around only to be met with a fist to his face, sending the demon towards the wall of the chamber causing a few loose stones to fall onto the cavern floor.

“Monkey King!” MK exclaimed, trying to head out of the open cage only to aggravate the injury and the kid made a pained howl. Wukong rushed to the kid’s side, the boy’s injuries seemed to be healing themselves, which was a relief, but the process was slow. It would be safe to move the kid along with the little suns at this point, so Wukong left a few clones with them along with a stretcher to carry the kid and little monkeys out of the drained volcano.

Before the clones could take the kid and monkeys out of the lava chamber, the Demon King of Confusion had managed to pick himself back up after being knocked out by the impact with the wall. The stone golem looked at Wukong then at the clones that were carrying the missing troop members out of the volcano and lunged towards the main volcano vent that was being used for their escape. Wukong instinctively threw himself between the monkeys and the monstrous fiend of havoc, not letting the demon get anywhere close to his troop again.

“Wukong!” the stone golem screamed in fury.

“Havoc,” was all the stone monkey responded before heading out through the main lava vent into a vent that branched off to the side of the volcano as the golem followed in pursuit.

After emerging from one of the vents, the great sage then turned to attack the Demon King of Confusion, a blow that ended up breaking the rusty armor the stone golem wore on his head in two. The demon staggered back into the volcano causing a vent to open wider and lava to flow out of the volcanic pores. The lava began to seep into the cracks in the golem’s body, causing the demon’s body to fracture more as it struggled to keep itself together. The fractures kept growing until the demon broke apart completely and it was no longer able to put itself back together. When the pieces of the stone golem stopped moving completely, the sage rushed to where his clones were carrying the rescued monkeys and Monkie Kid back to the island.

Back in the Water Curtain cave the rescued monkeys chirped excitedly as they called out to their families, MK watched as parents went to greet their kids before they began to groom the debris out of their fur.

“Kid!” Wukong exclaimed as he examined the pulled the kid into a warm embrace from behind which made the MK wince as the monkey squeezed his torso. The sage noticed, setting down the monkey boy slowly as to not aggravate the injury, “Whoops, sorry about that cub.”

The sage then began to check the kid’s wounds, even with the limiting seal on the kid’s powers there was still some regeneration. Wukong breathed a sigh of relief as he checked the kid’s ribs to find that they had mended themselves already, though the purple-blue coloration around the kid’s chest suggested that there was some contusion as well that has yet to heal. The kid’s regenerative abilities must have prioritized mending the broken ribs over the deep bruises that were present.

After giving the kid a good checkup, the great sage then pulled MK close and began to comb through their thick mane with his hands. Pulling out bits of ash and stone that got tangled in the fur as well as removing the crispy volcano cooked insects that latched onto the kid’s skin before DBC got their grubby stone hands on them.

MK hadn’t even noticed how he was struggling to breathe or how his heart was racing until they started to calm as Wukong groomed through their fur. The brunette doesn’t quite fall asleep, but he closes his eyes and begins to relax despite the sound of footsteps approaching him.

“The prince is safe?” a feminine voice cracked; it sounded like they might have been crying for some time before this.

The Monkey King nodded in response, “The cub was pretty banged up, but the worst of it has already healed.”

There was a silent pause as the Great Sage focused on grooming his successor, a deep sigh left the stone monkey, “Cub, you’ve been pretty quiet since we got back, you okay?”

Nervously MK chuckled as he thought of how to respond to that, he was just kidnapped by a demon and taken to a literal volcano all while the demon almost squeezed the life out of him. MK didn’t even see it coming when the stone golem grabbed him back in the clearing, and when Marshal Ma tried to protect the kid she ended up getting hurt.

“I’ll be fine, ba,” MK wasn’t really sure of that himself.

“Ma, tell the others that at least a couple of them should be guarding my kid when he’s on the mountain,” Wukong ordered the brunette macaque, “If anything or anyone tries to hurt my cub I should be informed immediately.”

The marshal nodded as she left to inform the other Stalwarts of their task, leaving Wukong and MK alone. The idea that MK would be babysat didn’t sit well with the kid, he was an adult…well technically they were 17 but he knew how to handle himself.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” when MK spoke up with a slight whine, “I can handle myself…”

“And tell me, how well did that go for you today,” Wukong yelled before seeing how the kid flinched away with his hands on his sensitive ears. The sage felt guilt at causing the kid to react like this, Wukong still wasn’t very confident if he could even fulfill the role of a father along with mentoring the kid, heck the first day in his care MK got kidnapped and hurt.

“Kid…you got kidnapped under my watch,” Wukong sighed as he pulled the young monkey demon towards him with his tail, “Pigsy and Tang trusted me to keep you safe, but you still got hurt. I think they would agree with my decision.”

Not wanting to argue, MK stayed quiet, he still didn’t like the idea of being constantly under the Stalwart’s watch when he was on Flower Fruit Mountain, but the Monkey King made a point.

“I won’t let another demon kidnap and hurt you like this,” Wukong stated, still grooming through the kid’s fur now having moved towards the back, noting that the fur now completely covered the kid’s back and there was some fuzz starting to form on Monkie Kid’s arms. As Wukong picked through MK’s fur the kid began to doze off, the sight of the kid resting sent a smile to Wukong.

“Okay kiddo, how about we head to bed,” the Monkey King said as he scooped the young monkey demon into his arms and headed towards the small shrine that the sage had a nest in. Wukong wasn’t going to let his kid out of his sight, his cub would be safer with him tonight.

The stone monkey gently set the kid into the nest of pillows and blankets before curling up around the kid with a tail wrapped around MK’s waist, “Night kiddo.”

The first thing MK noticed when he woke up was that he was surrounded by something plush and cozy and that there was something loosely wrapped around his waist. The brunette opened his eyes and saw that he was lying in a strange pile lined with pillows and floored with blankets. Loosely wrapped around the kid’s waist was an orange monkey tail that was attached to the Monkey King, seeing that he was in what was likely the celestial monkey’s nest.

It took a few moments before it all came back to MK; going to Flower Fruit Mountain with the Monkey King, meeting the Stalwart Generals, training, and then being kidnapped and taken to a smoldering volcano. Shit, MK was supposed to contact Tang and Pigsy last night and tell them how the day was. The kid tried to pull out his phone before remembering that he dropped it in the clearing, though after hearing a familiar tune play MK perked her ears to find the source. A yellow phone case belonging to his phone caught his eye MK went to pick it up.

With Monkey King still sleeping, MK felt it best to step outside and contact his other dads. Pigsy was likely worried sick that the kid didn’t call the night before like he promised.

7:30 p.m.

DADSY: Kid! Are you alright? You haven’t called.

NOODLE LOVER: MK, please answer. Pigsy is stress-cooking noodles, and he refuses to give me any of them!

5:25 a.m

MONKIE KID: I’m okay dads.

DADSY: Thank the Celestial Realm you’re okay! Why didn’t you call last night?

MK didn’t immediately answer, after all how can someone tell their parents that they were kidnapped and almost caged in an active volcano. Actually, how was he supposed to tell them that a demon broke his ribs…his ribs that no longer hurt or feel out of place…how did it heal overnight? The kid didn't want to ponder that right now, he needed to answer Pigsy's question.

MONKIE KID: I guess I was just really tired last night after training, but hey I got a better handle on my tail now!

DADSY: I’m going to have a word with that Monkey about proper sleeping schedules…

MONKIE KID: It wasn’t Monkey King’s fault, I was the one who wanted to keep training.

Back inside, the Monkey King had woken up and noticed that the kid was not in the nest with him or in the room and began to panic. The celestial monkey shot out of the nest and began to chirp for the kid, and when he heard MK chirp back in response the Monkey King could tell that the kid was close by. Leaving the shrine, he spotted MK covering his mouth as he chirped again. Wukong smiled seeing that the kid was safe and approached the monkey demon and ruffled the fur on his head. The monkey also noticed the kid’s phone, though was unable to read any of the text displayed. Did the kid tell his guardians about last night…maybe Wukong should inform the couple of the events that occurred.

One thing was for certain, Sun Wukong was going to try to do a better job at keeping his kid safe.

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