#plus DBK left him the staff so if things get Too Weird he can escape

[starsfic]

"You lost MK... in a POKER GAME?!" Pigsy yelled as the two monkey's shrunk.

"He's the one who made the bet!" Macaque threw his friend-turned-enemy-turned-whatever under the buss.

"YOU goaded me into keep playing!" Wukong immediately snapped back.

"I didn't tell you to bet the twerp, did I?"

"You were thinking it!"

Pigsy groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, okay, stop." This would continue for the rest of the day if they were left unchecked. The kid didn't have the time to wait for them to finish arguing. He took a deep breath. Wukong was still learning. He couldn't get mad at him. "Who, exactly, has the kid right now."

The moment he said it, a wide grin stretched across Macaque's face.

That wasn't a good sign.

"Oh, Peaches~" He cooed, grinning at Wukong. The gold monkey also had a wide grin on. However, it was the nervous grin. The grin that Wukong put on when he was trying to convince people he had everything under control. "C'mon, tell Pigsy who you gave the kid to."

"No."

"C'mon~"

"No, he'll kill me."

"No, I think he'll be happy you arranged such a golden opportunity."

"No, that'll just draw out my death."

"C'mon, tell Pigsy-"

"I'll kill you both if you two don't stop beating around the bush and tell me." Pigsy interrupted, glaring at them both. He wished he had his spoon. "Where is Qi Xiaotian?"

Wukong took a deep breath.

"With DBK."

-_-

This was so weird.

Red Son marched down the hall his father ordered him to. He wasn't sure why he had been dragged out of his workshop and ordered to come over here. He came to a stop to the double doors and glanced back down. "This room, Father?"

"Yes!" DBK called. Even at the end of the hallway, Red could see his father nod with a little proud grin. That was sending off warning bells. "And don't worry about your mother and I interrupting. I cleared your schedule out for a month."

Interrupting? And why a month?

That only furthered his unease.

Red took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The moment he entered and the door swung shut behind him, the lock clicking into place with an ominous little click, carefully arranged soft candles flicked to life. A roaring fire in the fireplace flipped to life with a perfectly timed spell, revealing rose petals and a small feast arranged on the table.

The centerpiece of the room, however, was the Noodle Boy perched on the bed, dressed in a beautiful red hanfu, golden ropes crisscrossing his body and tying his wrists together. The little centerpiece on that centerpiece was the staff, in small form, arranged in his hair carefully.

The mortal gave an awkward grin and a little wave. "Hi Red."

He faintly felt his hair flame up as his train of thought crashed.

Oh.

Oh, no.