This chapter is all about Macaque! I'm so excited–

I relate to Wukong and Macaque the most if you guys couldn't tell–

Enjoy!!

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"What'd I miss?" Mk said as the board he was on skidded and slammed into the other side of the street as he landed next to Mei, holding his staff.

He really wished Y/n had come along, but he guessed Y/n probably had something important to talk about with Monkey King so he could understand. Mei looked at him, looking panicked.

"Mk! What took you so long!?" She asked as Mk looked away.

"Sorry, sorry! Monkey King was having me do boring stuff." He shrugged. Mei looked around, confused by the absence of their friend.

"Where's Y/n!?"

"Oh, he's with Monkey King. He said he had to talk to him about something." He said, looking up at the large figure above them. It was entirely purple and looked like it had wrappings around its body. Some flowed near its body. Like a shadow.

"That the bad guy?" He says and hits the staff on the ground.

"Kay, be right back!"

"Wait, no, Mk don't–!" Mei yelled after him. He was about to attack it, but then one of the wrappings grabbed his leg and flung him back into the ground.

Mei gave Mk a frown.

"We already tried that." She said, looking over at Pigsy, who was on the ground with Sandy above him, dropping a small towel on him.

Suddenly, a figure rushed past them, jumping up on buildings.

"Is that–?" Mei covered her eyes from the light, blinking in confusion. Mk smiled.

"Monkey King!?"

He said in awe, watching as the figure was soon surrounded by what was like a tornado of purple wind, slowly became a small cloud, and flew away.

Mk was quick, rushing over buildings and jumping up to grab the ledge.

"Yes! Monkey King–" Mk yelled as he fell off, losing his grip. Before the guy turned around, Mk appeared in front of him.

"That was awesome! I can't believe you came back to–" Mk stopped, pausing and grinning nervously. This was embarrassing.

This guy was definitely not Monkey King - he had dark, almost pitch-black fur, and his scarf was a darker shade of red and much longer than Monkey Kings. The marking on his face was darker and had a larger pattern, the top fraying out into little points.

"Oh, you're not Monkey King." Mk laughed softly, embarrassed. The man laughed, crouching down on the ledge he was on.

"I get that a lot. Monkey Kid, right?" He said, scratching his cheek before pointing at Mk.

Mk gasped. "How did you–"

"The staff kinda gives you away, dude. Not just anyone can wield that thing."

Mk raised a brow, blinking.

"Wait, who are you?" He asks. The man laughed, standing up.

"Macaque! Actually– the uhh, Six-earred Macaque is my full name." Macaque says before waving a little to Mk.

"Well, see ya around, Mk." He says, beginning to walk off. Mk groans, fumbling over and getting in front of him again.

"Wait! Can you teach me that cool thing!?" He asks, not wanting to lose the chance to ask. It was so cool!

Macaque leans back.

"Don't you already have a master? Monkey King is already training you, right?" Macaque asks, and Mk frowns at the mention of his mentor.

It's not like he doesn't like training with Monkey King. In fact, he loves it! But sometimes, he wishes he could get stronger faster than just having to wait and do stupid stuff that won't get him there quicker. He wants to be better.

"Well, yeah..." he sighs, looking down at the staff in his hands. Macaque grins at him.

"Well, you can't have too many teachers, right? I feel like Monkey King would agree. It's not like he'd want to hold you back, right?" Macaque says, and Mk thinks for a moment before shaking his head and smiling.

"Yeah! Totally! He'd definitely be cool with it." He says, and Macaque puts an arm around his shoulder.

"Alright then."

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It's been two days since Y/n has gone to Flower Fruit Mountain to watch Mk train every morning. However, Mk still comes over. But he's been acting.. off, and it's been making Y/n a little concerned. So, today, he agrees to come with again.

He sits against one of the pillars again, watching Mk hammer the wall. But the kid almost looks mad when Monkey King tells him to be patient and step into the strike again. Y/n sighs, standing up, but not before he notices the back of Mks' jacket. Usually, the symbol looks normal, like Monkey King. But right now, it looks a little different. Using his crutch, he walks over to Mk and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, kid. I think you need a break." Y/n says, gently taking the hammer. Mk looks back at him, sweating and snapping out of his angry look.

"Huh? Why?" Y/n looks back at Monkey King, who is still perched up on his cloud. He turns back to Mk.

"Just come with me." He says, taking Mks hand. Monkey King looks confused and gives Y/n a questioning look, but Y/n shakes his head and walks off with Mk.

Once Mk flies them off the mountain and back to the city, Y/n stops him.

"Tell me what's been going on. After I didn't come with you a few days ago, you've been acting weird." Y/n says, giving Mk a stern look.

Mk looks away, nervous.

"Tell me, kid." He says firmly. Mk winces and sighs.

"I can show you. As long as you don't tell Monkey King!" Mk says, and Y/n just nods, wanting to figure out what's been going on with the kid.

They walk for a while until they come to a stop before an old, abandoned-looking dojo.

"I don't get it." Y/n raises a brow, confused. Mk grabs his hand and leads him through the door to where a monkey, one that looks like Monkey King, but also not, is sitting against the wall.

"Hey, Macaque." Mk says, sending a wave to this 'Macaque.' Y/n narrows his eyes, looking at him before looking at Mks back.

"Huh.." he mutters to himself.

Macaque opens his eyes and grins.

"Hey, kid. Time for more training?" Mk nods and tugs on Y/ns hand, pulling him to stand beside him. Y/n looks at Macaque with a soft glare.

"This is Y/n, the friend I told you about!" Mk smiles. Y/n looks down at Mk, sighing.

"We aren't friends." Y/n deadpanned, but Mk ignores him, smiling.

Suddenly, Macauqe was right next to Y/n, nearly right in his face.

"Wow, I'm surprised this is the Y/n you were talking about." Macaque grins, and Y/n gives him a hard stare.

"Funny. He doesn't talk about you." Y/n says. Macaque puts a hand over his heart.

"Oh, Ouch!" He says, stepping back. Y/n keeps his hand on Mks shoulder.

'I don't trust this guy..' He thinks, but seeing the way Mk lights up when they guy talks about training makes Y/n groan and shake his head.

"You train with him?" Y/n says, looking at Mk. Mk nods, smiling brightly.

"Uh-huh! He's been teaching me a lot of useful stuff!" Mk says and starts going into detail, posing with his staff as he talks. Y/n listens, but he keeps his eyes trained on the back of Mks' jacket. He grits his teeth.

But he keeps quiet.

"Here! I wanna show you! Can we train right now, Macaque?" Mk asks, running up to Macaque and giving him pleading eyes.

Macaque and Y/n lock eyes. Macaque grins. Y/n glares daggers at him. Macaque looks down at Mk.

"Sure, kid. Let's show your friend what you've got."

Y/n watches carefully as they both begin to demonstrate. Mks staff turns into a long purple weapon, and his eyes glow purple. It makes Y/n clench his fist. Something was not right. This guy was pushing Mk around, saying that he was the weapon. Mk was just a boy.

Mk was just a kid.

Y/n had enough, seeing Mk panting and exhausted.

"Alright. That's it for today. Macaque, back off." Y/n said as he got between them. Mk was sitting on the steps in front of the large rack of weapons, breathing heavily. Y/n crouched down and put his hand on Mks shoulder.

"You're going home." He says, grabbing the staff from Mk with his free hand, the other holding onto his crutch.

"B-But I need to prove myself."

"No, you don't. This is too much. Come on." Y/n says, and Mk sighs, standing up, and Y/n lets Mk walk out the door first.

Macaques looked at him with slightly wide eyes, looking at the staff in his hand. He grins.

"Huh, I guess there's two that can lift the staff." He says, almost amused. Y/n walks up to him and grabs the middle of his scarf, pulling him nearly an inch from his face.

"I don't know what your game is, but if I find out, and Mk is involved, I won't hesitate.." Y/n snaps, the ground shaking and cracking under them. Macaques eyes widen, and his face goes a little red.

Y/n shoves him back, the ground slowly going back together. He has Monkey King to thank for that level of control. He turns to walk out, taking a deep breath and seeing Mk outside, dusting himself off.

"Well, aren't you a gem.." Macaque mutters to himself, watching Y/n walk out of his dojo, his tail swishing wildly behind him.

Y/n walked outside, grabbing Mks hand after handing the staff back to him. Mk looks at the staff before looking at Y/n, frowning.

"I need to keep training, Y/n." Mk said as they started to walk.

"No, you don't. Look, I understand that you feel the need to be stronger, but–"

"You don't understand! I need to do this! Monkey King isn't even teaching me anything I need to know!" Y/n shook his head as Mk tried to plead.

"He is. You have to be patient with yourself, kid. You have time." Y/n tries to reason as he walks with Mk down the street, watching others ride around on their hoverboards and lay outside games.

"I don't need to learn any of that! I need to know the fighting stuff! He's teaching me what I actually need to know!" Mk snaps. Y/n stops walking. He sighs. Stay calm.

"Go home and get some rest, kid. You still have training with Monkey King tomorrow and noodles we need to eat. Bye, Kid." Y/n says, turning and walking his way home. It'll take around half an hour to get there, but he doesn't care.

Mk stares at him.

"Okay, bye, Y/n.." he says softly, walking my his own way home as well.

Y/ns feels a little bad, but he needs to figure something out first.

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"One."

Y/n sent another kick, taking a deep breath.

"Two. Three." He did it again, this time, using his hands to propel himself backward and kick.

"Four." His kick missed again.

"Five." He panted, starting to feel a little lightheaded. He clenched his eyes shut, inhaling deeply, shooting back and then shooting forward, sending a punch this time, missing and hitting a tree, causing a dent. He felt his hand ache.

"Six." Another kick.

"Seven." Punch, leaving a dent in the ground this time.

"Eight." He sent rapid kicks, each blocked by an arm.

"Nine." He did it again, shooting around and launching himself, shooting behind him, and he just barely blocked the kick Y/n sent.

"Ten!" He panted, wheezing a little as he felt a hand pat his back.

"That was great! You're getting much faster!" Monkey King said cheerfully as his tail held up a cup of water. Y/n took it, taking a drink before sighing, still heaving, but not as bad as before.

"I need to be faster." Y/n huffed, clenching and un-clenching his hand, already seeing the small bruise from where he hit the tree and ground. Monkey King pat his back again, then rubbed it, trying to help ease the wheezing.

"You'll get there. Last time, you barely got to five! This is two times that! You're doing great." He smiled, "And you did great avoiding using your left foot too much."

"It's pathetic! I can't keep running out of breath after barely getting to ten seconds!" Y/n groans, covering his mouth and coughing. Sure, when he uses his speed, he doesn't get winded as easily, but since he can't use his speed much anymore without breaking a bone after using it three to four times, but getting out of breath and nearly hyperventilating after ten seconds of sparring? Is ridiculous.

"Hey, it's not your fault. Let's try again in a minute, after you catch your breath, yeah?" Monkey King says, slowly and gently guiding Y/n to sit down, his hand still on his back, his other holding the cup Y/n handed to him to hold. He set the cup down, grabbing Y/ns hand.

Y/n nearly pulled away, but for some reason, he didn't.

It took him a minute, but slowly, he caught his breath, relaxing his shoulders as he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he finally relaxed.

"This is so annoying.."  he muttered.

"Stupid– weak body! Ugh!" He groaned, running a hand over his face in frustration. Monkey King patted his back in sympathy.

Y/n looked down at where Monkey King was still holding his hand. He glanced at Monkey King.

"You can let go, by the way." Monkey King went red.

"Oops! Sorry." He chuckled, quickly letting go. His other hand stayed on Y/ns back, however. But Y/n supposed he didn't mind. It gave a little extra support as he still felt a bit exhausted. Which, to him, was still pathetic in all sense.

Y/n looked over to where he left a dent in the ground and in the tree, and he placed a palm on the ground, closing his eyes. The tree and the ground slowly went back to how they were before.

"I'm still confused on why you always restore the damage you leave. It'll be fine after a few months of regrowth." Monkey King comments, but Y/n just shrugs. He's right. But Y/n can't help but remember the words his mother once said to him.

'Nature is our beauty. We care and restore it as it does for us. Nature is worth protecting.' She would say when he was younger, walking around with him and letting him watch two elder village people use their powers to regrow damaged or ruined trees. She would always say that nature would protect them, and in turn, they would protect it. But that was before they found out how fragile his body was and stopped telling him stories like that.

They didn't want him to be too curious.

"Shut up." Y/n frowned, gently shoving Monkey King, who laughed.

"Anyway, I'm fine now, let's go again." Y/n says before trying to stand up. Monkey King follows him up, taking a step back.

"Alright, just make sure to focus on breathing and momentum." Monkey King says, getting in position. Y/n rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." He says before taking a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds, then letting it out.

He shoots towards Monkey King, starting his count over again.

"One." He sends his first kick, which us dodged, then his second, all while making sure to avoid using too much pressure with his left foot.

He barely gets to nine before he collapses, being caught by Moneky King and clutching his necklace as he tries to catch his breath. They go like that for a few hours, each time Y/n doesn't reach ten. And he doesn't reach ten for the rest of the day.

By the time they finish, Monkey King bandages the bruises on Y/ns fists from punching the ground and trees too hard. Of course, he restores the dents with the little energy he has left. Y/n can't help but grit his teeth as he thinks about how weak his body is. He needs to practice more. As he thinks, he watches Monkey King wrap the bandages around Y/ns hands, sitting criss cross in front of him, looking focused and being so gentle.

Y/n sighs.

"Thank you.." he says softly, looking down at their hands. Monkey King smiles at him, soft and slightly understanding.

Y/n can't help but think of Mk. His brows furrow. He hopes that if anything happens, he'll be there to stop it.

He grips his sleeve, inwardly frustrated.

He hates that this kid has grown on him. Whenever they hang out, Y/n can't help but feel a sort of protectiveness wash over him. Mk is a kind, stupid kid that he needs to make sure is kept safe. He'll he damned if he lets anything happen to him.

When Monkey King is done wrapping Y/ns hands, he helps Y/n stand up, handing him his crutch. Y/n takes it and lets him help him back to his house. He's exhausted and sore. So he could ignore the slight embarrassing feeling of letting the guy help him inside and help him sit down on his couch.

His face heats up when Monkey King helps him drink his water since his hands are shaking too hard to do it himself. Ignoring that rather embarrassing moment, he gives Monkey King a thumbs up as a thanks, which makes him smile even brighter.

"Go away." Y/n huffs, looking away to hide the redness of his face. Monkey King chuckles, standing up straight.

"Bye, Y/n! You did great! Oh, and by the way," Monkey King grins as Y/n turns to him, confused.

"That scarf still looks great on you!" He says, laughing when Y/n throws a nearby pen at him, hitting his head. He could've easily dodged it, but he didn't, for some reason.

"Get out, idiot!" Y/n huffs.

Monkey King laughs and shuts the front door, locking it behind him and leaving after shifting into a bird and flying off.

Y/n crosses his arms, bitting his cheek.

'So annoying..'

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His eyes twitch when he's awoken by a weird feeling of being watched. He slowly opens an eye, barely opening it to look around.

He stops breathing when he sees two purple eyes glowing on a shadow on the wall. His eyes snap open, and he sits up. Those eyes narrow at his movement.

'Not this guy..' Y/n grits his teeth. But he can't sense any hostility, so he rolls his eyes, squinting at it. The dark shadow in his living room, bright glowing purple eyes.

"Macaque, right?" He asks softly. A bright grin appears alongside the eyes.

"You sure are smart.." Macaques voice echos around his house. Y/ns shoulders tense a little, but he keeps calm.

"Too smart, I fear, however." Macaques voice says again, and the eyes and grin dissappear, and a hand reaches out of the shadow, and then Macaque steps out.

"How's that?" Y/n asks, raising a brow. Pressing his good foot on the ground as he sits up more on his couch. Macaque stands near the far wall, crossing his arms.

"It's a shame that someone with your power is confined to a weak body." Macaque ignores Y/ns question, grinning at him. Y/n clenches his jaw.

"You fight hard to prove yourself. I believe I've had some experience in that area. Though, my troubles aren't quite the same as yours. Being born weak yet having the strongest of abilities and the will of a fighter is pitiful." Macaque chuckles, taking a few steps towards him. Y/n glares at him.

"Why are you here?" Y/n questions, unsure of Macaques intentions.

"No need to get so frazzled. There's someone you are on the look for, right? Bright white hair and red eyes?" Macaques grin grows. Y/ns eyes go wide.

"How did you–"

"That doesn't matter. I know you're hiding it from your little.. friends, especially Mk. But you've been searching for her for a while, haven't you?" Macaque asks, stepping past Y/ns coffee table, leaning down in front of his face. Y/n leans back against his couch, glaring at him.

"Why would I tell you anything?" Y/n scoffed, slightly in disbelief.

"Because I feel your hatred. The anger that runs deep in your veins, it's unlike anything I've ever seen. And you hide it so well." Macaque leans closer, whispering in Y/ns ear.

"I have something that might help you.." He whispers lowly, almost sweetly. Y/ns eyes go wide. Macaque watches his reaction, grinning widely.

"Here. Keep quiet about this. Though, I have no doubt you'll keep it a secret anyway." He says, pulling something out from his pocket and grabbing Y/ns hand.

Y/n tries to pull his hand away, but Macaque grips his wrist firmly, causing Y/n to wince slightly. Macaques grin falls as he sets something in Y/ns hand.

"Take this and don't tell a soul about it." He says. Y/n looks at the object he dropped in his hand.

It's a small ring, but it's covered in vine markings.

"What is it?" Y/n asks, not bothering to try and pull his wrist away. He looks at the object in confusion.

"Something that will help your powers.. chill out." Macaque says.

"Your emotions are too out of control. This will help with that." He says, grabbing the ring and putting it on Y/ns index. Y/n gasps when he feels a sharp pain in his chest. Macaques other hand had moved from his wrist to his shoulder.

"Take a second to breathe. What it's doing is lock away most of your abilities that are tied to your emotions. Once you calm down, it'll help regulate those emotions so you can use your abilities more smoothly. You'll still need practice, however." Macaque says as Y/n clenches his eyes shut in pain, feeling something pulse through his body, like soul is being squeezed.

After a few seconds, it calms down, and Y/n can breathe again. He gasps, breathing heavily. When he catches his breath, he sighs, looking at the ring on his index finger.

"Why give me this?"

"Don't ask questions." Macaque says, taking a step back. Y/n raises a brow.

"Oh, one last thing." Macaques tail wraps around Y/ns waist, lifting him from the couch and bringing him right up to Macaques face, just an inch away.

"Don't tell anyone I gave that to you." Macaque whispers, almost like a threat, and Y/n slightly winces, the tail around his waist nearly gripping hard enough to bruise. He grits his teeth, ignoring the fact that he feels slightly intimated. Macaques eyes flash purple.

"I dont trust you. Especially with Mk.." Y/n mutters softly. Macaque smiles, setting Y/n back down on his couch.

"Great. Tomorrow will be fun." Macaque steps back, an inky, purple glowing portal appears below his feet. He looks Y/n up and down before grinning again.

"Feisty.." He chuckles before sinking down into the portal, and it dissappears.

Y/n blinks. He clenches his fist.

"So annoying.."

He needs to keep an eye on Mk.

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Y/n crossed his arms, resting his head against the pillar he was leaning against. Monkey King was next to him, on his cloud like always. Mk was training, but this time, he made the both of them look at him when he seemed to get frustrated, throwing his staff and it slammed into the wall, creating a large hole like Monkey Kings a few days before.

"Woah!" Monkey Kings cloud flew up to the high up hole, gawking at it.

"How'd you learn to do that?" Monkey King put his hand on his chin, thinking. Then he gasped, turning to Mk.

"Have you been running around with other mentors!?" Monkey King sounded offended, or maybe jealous.

'Dad mode activated, I guess..' Y/n thought as he glanced away. He knew. But he wasn't going to say anything yet.

Not yet...

He looked down at the ring on his index finger, using his thumb to rub it. He looked at Mk, who seemed to practically glare at Monkey King.

"You just don't like that there's someone who's actually teaching me– what I need to know!" Mk snaps, turning around to leave. Y/n raises a brow.

Both Monkey King and Y/n noticed the symbol on Mks' jacket turn bright purple, morphing into a grin.

They both look at each other.

Once Mk leaves, Y/n taps his foot on the ground, sighing. Monkey King clenches his fist.

"You know?" Monkey King asks softly, still looking at the direction where Mk left.

Y/n nods, a silent understanding blooms between them. Y/n looks down at his left foot. It's not entirely healed yet, but it's enough to where he doesn't have to worry too much about damaging it.

'Great..' Y/n sighs.

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Ohhh we get lore! Part two will be out in just a few hours! It won't be as long as this chapter but it'll be at least over 2k words.

(BTW Y/ns body is weak in the sense that he gets winded easily, since his lungs are a little weaker than normal humans and his powers are too strong for his body to handle. Imagine Izuku but a bit more intense! But practically the same– sorta)

And sorry, I had to give Y/n and Wukong another fluff moment– I love them

Wukong: I can't believe you knew, and you didn't tell me!

Y/n: oops?
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Macaque: *watching Y/n walk off after getting told off* that was hot

Y/n: Wait what-
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Y/n: *cursing the world for his weak body*

Wukong: *just happy to hold him* :>
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Byeee!!!