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Wukong landed in the Kingdom of Women, near the village he had visited long ago with that Monk.
The thought of the monk made the monkey flinch, pulling his cub closer. Before he would have tried to ignore the fear and panic that would course through at the mention of him. However, the Sage could see now, with a much clearer head, that the monk wasn't exactly kind to him unlike what everyone else had whispered around him. That what they both had done was wrong, but Tripitaka was simply a mortal man in a time when those acts were commonplace. At least his newest reincarnation would have the luck of more accurate knowledge.
No, that wasn't why he was there. He wasn't there to reminisce of a past that he still wished to forget nor a future that he barely held love for. No, he wanted none of that, not while he was hiding in a secret cave that he had bribed the Mountain Spirits to show him.
No, he was there to rest and do the most regretful action he would have to do in this lifetime.
In his last life, MK had lived as a normal, mortal boy for two decades. Though it had always confused him how the kid went from a stone monkey to a human, seeing as the former was his true heritage. Of course, with time to think and how current events were going, he realized that Heaven had something to with it. He even figured out the spell they used to weaken him.
And he was going to use it on both him and Mk.
Even if he was silent, even if he hid from every shadow, his power had grown these many centuries. He saw it as he had watched everyone fall under his sleeping spell, he saw how his aura wrapped around every part of his Mountain. Even now, while he tried suppressing it, he could feel it leaking into his surroundings, breathing life into it.
Staying as they were, would doom them to be captured again. But now he was without the Shadows, so it would be a wonder of who would get to them first; Heaven or Mihou.
Taking a deep breath, he tenderly placed MK on the flattest surface he could find that wasn't the ground. Taking another deep breath, he focused his magic. Pulling it in, closer to his heart. He held his breath as he began to cast a powerful glamour. A glamour that would draw upon his son's innate power.
Unlike the Heavens, who didn't care how much the glamour took, Wukong wove the spell to take just enough to disguise him as human, letting it adjust to the boy's age and power of growth.
The little monkey cub awoke and began crying. The glamour itself wasn't painful, but the act of drawing upon a power that wasn't fully formed was.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The golden furred monkey whispered weakly, pulling his now human boy close to him.
As he sat there, rocking his baby back and forth, he wove the spell around himself. It would take more, he let it take more. His breath hitched and his body tensed many times as the spell continued, easing away the extra fur and hair, vanishing the tail and claws, reshaping his ears and nose. He could feel it all, it burned but he didn't stop. He colored his hair to a normal brown-black hue and his eyes following suit.
Once it was finished and settled, he felt exhausted. His body trembled in aftershocks, his eyes watering and burning. He still stood up; he had to get to the village. On his way to the cave, he had saw that it had adapted to have a train running through it.
Getting to the village was easy in way of not having to deal with demons, but difficult in stamina. Thankfully the elderly women were just as kind as before. They treated him a little differently, not that he knew why till he was in a private carriage.
His reflection was strange. Wavy black hair a deep twilight and golden-brown eyes popped against a sharp and womanly face. Even his body appeared to be that of a woman, though he still had his male parts as well.
Exhaustion breathed down his neck, making him sit down in the seats. His appearance didn't matter. As long as no one connected him to Wukong, he didn't care. As long as his power was being put somewhere else.
Glancing to the gifted stroller, his frown softened. MK looked so adorable in his new pajamas, clinging to his spider silk blanket- the one and only item he had taken other than the clothes of their back.
Yes, his appearance didn't matter as long as his baby was safe and happy. If it was for MK, he would face Heaven alone again.