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xiao-zhen · 10 days ago

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Words Better Left Unread, or Is It? - Part II ☆

Part I Part III Part IV

Part III will be out soon! (I only realized now I'm pretty sure I've been writing Rumble's name wrong and as Ramble, so no one complains. . . .I know, but I won't be spending time to fix it. I'm a full-time college student! 😭)

Meanwhile, Wukong sat on the couch, lazily watching Monkey Cop on the TV and munching on some peach chips as he often did. He was in a comfortable state, carefree and relaxed, when suddenly a shadow appeared on the wall in front of him. Wukong looked up at the shadow, curious and slightly confused. It was a familiar shape, a shadow clone of Savage, to be precise.

Wukong's eyes widened as he recognized Savage's shadow. Memories of the past came flooding back, and he sat up, suddenly alert. He hadn't seen her in years, not since the long-ago battle. Seeing her shadow now brought a mixture of surprise and curiosity. His interest peaked as he could see that she was holding something in her hand.

Savage emerged from the shadows, appearing in front of Wukong with a dramatic flair. She held the letter in her hands and smirked, her eyes filled with mischief.

"Delivery for the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!”

Wukong froze, his eyes widening as he realized what Savage was holding. A letter from Macaque. He couldn't believe it. Macaque had never sent him a letter before, not in all the years since their separation.

Wukong sat up on the couch, his curiosity growing as he took in the sight of the letter in Savage's hands.

"He... he sent a letter? To me?”

Wukong couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and anticipation. He had never expected Macaque to reach out to him like this, not after everything that had happened between them. He extended his hand, motioning for Savage to give him the letter. Savage smirked, clearly enjoying the suspense. She held the letter just out of Wukong's reach, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.”

”Not so fast, Monkey King. There’s something you must know about this letter first.” Savage chuckled, leaning against the wall nonchalantly. She twirled the letter between her fingers, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, the letter you're about to read... it's not exactly from Macaque directly. You see, it was never meant to be sent.” Wukong's brows furrowed. His confusion grew. So, the letter wasn't actually sent by Macaque but was never meant to be sent? He was even more perplexed now.

"....Not directly from Macaque, but never meant to be sent? What do you mean by that?” Savage chuckled again, clearly enjoying the fact that she had all the answers. She continued tapping the letter against her fingers, her smirk growing.

"The letter was written by Macaque, yes, but he never intended to send it. It's more like a personal diary entry—something he wrote to express his thoughts and feelings, no one was ever supposed to read.” Understanding dawned on Wukong's face, as the pieces began to fit together. The letter was an intimate glimpse into Macaque's thoughts and feelings, something he had never intended to share with anyone, especially not Wukong.

"I see…a personal diary entry," he muttered, still slightly in shock. "But how did you come into possession of it?”

Savage shrugged nonchalantly, a sly smile on her face. “Well, you know how it is. Shadows have a tendency to wander where they're not supposed to be, gathering information they're not supposed to have. We just happened to stumble upon the letter when Macaque wasn’t looking.”

Wukong shook his head, a mix of disbelief and surprise on his face. It seemed that Savage and Ramble had indeed discovered the letter by chance, a turn of events he hadn't expected. "So, you managed to intercept a letter never meant to be sent? And now you've brought it to me, why?”

Savage rolled her eyes, as if Wukong's question was obvious.

"Why, for entertainment, of course. We knew it would be interesting seeing what's penned in the letter. And, let's be honest, it's not every day we get a chance to stir up some drama between two legendary monkeys, is it?” Wukong's wariness only seemed to increase as Savage spoke. He knew Savage was never to be trusted. So he was still hesitant.

"And what's to stop me from assuming this is some kind of ploy? A letter never to be sent, suddenly brought to me by two mischievous shadows.”

Savage chuckled, finding Wukong's skepticism amusing. "Oh, Monkey King, always so paranoid. What's in the letter is all genuine. We might be mischievous, but we wouldn't go to the trouble of writing a fake letter. Besides, where's the fun in that?”

Wukong's curiosity was now overshadowed by his unease. The fact that Macaque never intended to send the letter stirred up mixed feelings within him. What could it contain that Macaque had no plans to send to him? He looked at the letter in Savage's hands, hesitating.

"So... what's inside the letter, then? What did he write?” Savage smirked, her mischievous nature showing through once more.

"Oh, all sorts of things. Thoughts, feelings, reflections, you name it. This letter is a raw look into the mind and heart of your dear old friend Macaque. Are you sure you want to read it?”

Wukong paused, his gaze flickered between the letter and Savage. He knew it would be crossing a boundary by reading Macaque's personal thoughts, but the curiosity and guilt he felt were too strong to ignore.

"....Yes," he said quietly. "I want to read it.” Savage's smirk widened as Wukong agreed to read the letter, clearly pleased with his response.

"Very well, Monkey King, let's see what secrets your old friend has in store for you." She extended her hand, offering the letter to him. Wukong took a deep breath, his heart racing. Carefully, he took the letter from Savage, the paper slightly crinkling in his hands. He looked down at the letter, his eyes scanning the words written in Macaque's familiar handwriting.

Wukong gently unfolded the letter, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He began to read, his eyes running across the lines of Macaque's words. The text filled his mind, images and emotions flashing through his thoughts. With each word, Wukong felt a pang of regret and guilt. It was as if Macaque's voice was speaking directly to him, words that he had probably never intended for him to read. The letter was raw, unfiltered, a direct insight into the pain and emotional turmoil that Macaque had experienced.

Wukong's eyes widened as he read the words.

"Pulled from the grave... Forced into a contract I never agreed to..."

The realization hit him hard. Macaque had been unwillingly resurrected and forced into a situation he never chose. It was a revelation that sent a wave of guilt and shock through him. His thoughts raced as he continued to read, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Wukong’s heart sank as he read further. The lines about Macaque's hesitation around the kid, the doubts about being who he once was... It felt like a dagger to the heart.

“The kid, Mk, believes I am still the warrior I used to be. I wish I could be that person again, but those days are behind me now.”

Wukong's heart clenched at the words. The realization that Mk believed Macaque was still the same warrior he used to be, and the pain in Macaque's voice when he expressed the wish to be that person again...it was like a punch to the gut. He could almost hear Macaque's words, the sadness and regret in them. It was a stark reminder of the divide between who Macaque once was and who he had become.

Wukong remembered the old Macaque. The one he had known before everything had fallen apart. The words stung with the weight of regret and pain. He couldn’t believe Macaque was still holding onto all this. Wukong's expression was a mixture of guilt and sadness. The words on the page seemed to paint a picture of Macaque's struggle, his attempts to be the person he once was. It was crushing to read, knowing that Macaque had been fighting a battle of identity all this time. He continued reading, his eyes scanning the page as the next lines hit him even harder.

Wukong's shoulders slumped as he read Macaque's words. The raw honesty and vulnerability in his writing made his heart ache.*

"The way we used to be... the friends, the sworn brothers..."

Wukong's mind was flooded with memories of the past, of the bond they had once shared as hero and warrior. It filled him with a deep sense of remorse, knowing how he had destroyed it all. The letter continued, Macaque's words cutting deeper into Wukong's soul with every line. The mention of the past, of their friendship, and the pain it caused... It was all too much for him to bear. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and guilt as he read on, the weight of his actions during Macaque's original death and resurrection weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Wukong's eyes widened further as he read the next lines. Macaque's fears, the echoes of Peng's words in his mind... It all painted a picture of a monkey in torment, grappling with his emotions and insecurities.

The word 'pathetic' cut deep into Wukong's heart. Macaque's self-deprecation was too painful for him to read.

“First, I got stuck in debt I didn't expect, feeling the pain of being pulled back from the brink, only to realize I was blinded in one eye—something I could never regain. This betrayal came from you, my best friend, someone I trusted. What would I even do if you ever apologized? Why do I still care?” Wukong's stomach twisted as he read Macaque's pained account. The mention of the debt, the lost eye, the sense of betrayal... Each sentence was a dagger to his heart.

As he read Macaque's words about caring, a deep sense of guilt washed over him. Macaque's feelings for him still seemed to linger, even amidst all the pain. Wukong's hand clenched around the paper as he continued reading, the weight of his friend's torment heavy on his heart.

Each word on the page hit Wukong harder than the last. The pain of Macaque's blindness, the direct result of his attack…His heart ached as he continued to read, the image of Macaque's injured eye vividly etched in his mind. The guilt grew heavier as he absorbed the reality of what he had done, the extent of the pain he had inflicted on his once-best friend.

“You never apologized, but then again, neither did I.”

Wukong remembered that line well. The unspoken truth in it. Neither of them had taken the first step to acknowledge their pain and make amends. Wukong felt a pang of regret as he read it again. The longer he read, the more he realized the depth of their unresolved tension and pain. Wukong looked up, noticing that Savage was no longer there. She had likely slipped away, leaving him alone with the letter and his thoughts. He sat there for a moment, the silence of the room filling the air. He looked down at the letter in his hands, its contents still fresh in his mind. The weight of Macaque's words, his pain and longing... It was overwhelming.

Wukong's heart ached as he read the last line. The fact that Macaque was questioning his own feelings... it was clear that he had mixed emotions towards him, that he was struggling with the hurt and the bond they once shared.

"Why am I questioning whether I truly hate you…”

Wukong's mind raced as he read those words, filled with a sense of sadness and regret. Macaque's conflict and confusion were palpable.

Wukong sat there, the letter in his hands, contemplating his next move. The words he had just read played over and over in his mind, each one filled with pain, regret, and confusion. He knew he couldn't just ignore what he had just read. The knowledge of Macaque's true feelings, the turmoil and the question of whether he hated him or not... It all weighed heavily on his heart. He took a deep breath, trying to process all the emotions coursing through him. The silence of the room was deafening, his thoughts swirling in his mind. He knew what he had to do. He had to confront Macaque, to address the pain and the unsaid feelings between them.

Wukong's expression furrowed as he thought about MK's request. He knew his successor wanted Macaque's help controlling his kaiju form, and he also know that Macaque, despite everything, had agreed. The realization was strange. Macaque, despite the anger and hurt between them, had still agreed to mentor MK during his training.

Wukong pondered Macaque's decision to show up for MK's training. The question of what would happen if Macaque knew that he had read the letter was weighing heavily on his mind.

Would Macaque come? Or would he avoid him? The uncertainty left Wukong feeling unsettled, his thoughts filled with mixed emotions and tension as the day of the training approached.

As the night ticked by, Wukong tossed and turned, unable to find sleep. His mind was racing with thoughts of Macaque, of the letter, and the upcoming training session. The hours seemed to drag on, each one filled with uncertainty and unease.

Macaque was also struggling to find sleep that night. The knowledge of the letter, the thoughts of Wukong and the upcoming training session all weighed heavily on his mind. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

As the night faded into a new day, Macaque lay in bed, still wrestling with the decision of whether to go to MK's training session or not. The knowledge that Wukong would be there added an extra layer of complication to the situation. He knew it would be awkward, maybe even tense. He sighed, his mind still undecided as the day began.

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