in this, they grow a lot older (1000 more years older maybe?).

*3RD PERSON*

The Fight;

this happened awhile ago, like a couple years back. wukong and macaque fought over small stuff nowadays, but never thought it would get this bad ... macaque and wukong were fighting over him spending time with his other friends when they talked about it multiple times, it hurt macaque a lot. wukong didn't care, he never did. it accelerated, mihou bringing up all the times wukong messed stuff up.

soft and gentle pushing, nudging slowly turned into violent punches, hits and others. they were gaining hatred for eachother slowly.

with all wukongs might, he struck his staff against mihou's purple, iron one.
they yelled unpleasant things to one another, wukong finding an opening and landing his strike upon the other.

the black furred monkey suddenly crashed into a nearby mountain, it breaking in half as wukong saw macaque summoning shadow clones around the other. mihou controlling them to pin wukong to the ground.

squirming around, wukong finally looked around and found even another opening, wukong wiggling around enough to get his arm loose as he struck his arm forward and back, hitting one of the shadow clones in the stomach, the shadow clone poofed away and he took his staff, swinging it with all his might as he struck all 7 of the shadow clones in one hit. quickly getting up and running as macaque followed, mihou chasing after wukong like cats. wukong panted and grunted as wukong shifted his staff to the point he could jump ontop of the object, leaping off of the staff as he turned back to look at mihou from the air...

it turned out...

mihou was already right behind wukong.

getting in position...

ready...

and striking wukong in the stomach.

wukong gasped at the action, the force made him crash down into the grass, his clothes getting ripped in the process.

mihou smirked, landing on the ground safely as he stood upon wukong. wukong looking up at mihou helplessly, gasping for air as blood ran down his mouth.

"i watched myself suffer with you, everytime."

mihou looked down at wukong, with an unsure, disappointed, mad and sad look.

...

mihou gave up and walked away when suddenly he heard rustling.

he looked back, only to see wukong landing the last punch before he took his final breathe, gasping.

he then passed out.

*MACAQUE POV*

i was heart broken after he left. i never got to confess. i always wanted too... it's too late to confess now, right ?? i was ... always trying to be nice. i was doing so good.

the fight that night left me horrified. i still cant sleep. being immortal sucks, it's honestly hard. what can i do? i cant do anything to solve this ... it's... hurting me.

i hate this feeling...

i woke up too an alarm, i awoke to my now everyday life. i open my eyes to see the shadow dojo, i was in my room. i silently got up and shoved the blanket off of me. i then put on my bandages on my lower body (aka waist...) then i put on my clothes, getting dressed for the day.

i put on my shoes, then headed outside. i jumped up onto the roof, climbing the rest of the buildings as i made my way to the city.

finally, "Megapolis" they call it. such a weird name ...

i chuckle at my thoughts, looking down upon the city when i see ...

"is that ... the Monkey King's successor's vehicle ... ?"

huh, i must be dreaming at this point.
i stay low, going into an alleyway...

(END OF CHAPTER 4)