A Brand New Journey:
Part One
(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)
You’re a good influence, Pigsy eventually comes to think. You come by the restaurant once, occasionally twice a week to study, enjoying both the food and atmosphere. He sees you poring over old books with a quiet fervor, eyes sharply focused on whatever passage you happen to be reading at the moment. It’s only when you bring in a leather-bound copy of Journey to the West that his employee/ward takes notice of you, though.
And MK can’t keep himself from peering over your shoulder as you jot down notes on all of the different demons and foes that Sun Wukong faced throughout the long and arduous journey he went on, and how he dealt with all of them.
“…he tricked those three immortals into doing what?”
You jump nearly out of your skin, dropping your pencil and bumping the table hard enough that noodle broth sloshes out of your bowl, only missing your book because MK snatches it off the table with surprising speed. He looks between you, the book, the broth that’s spilling from the table counter onto the floor, and then back to you. He starts to apologize, only to be cut off by a very irate voice.
“MK! Stop screwing around, and grab a mop already!”
In a fit of panic, he throws the book at you, hitting you square in the stomach and knocking the air out of your lungs. You lurch forward far enough that your face dips into the bowl of jajangmyeon, drenching you in noodles, pork, vegetables and chunjang.
Slowly, you pry your face free from the porcelain bowl, barely able to blink through the hearty meal that coats your face.
And when MK comes dashing back, it’s with a mop and bucket of water in his hands. With the way things have been going so far, you half expect him to slip on the noodle broth and soak you with the contents of the bucket.
He doesn’t, thankfully.
Instead, he drops the bucket onto the floor before jamming the mop in it, causing the contents to slosh messily onto the floor. Then, he outright smothers your broth-drenched face with the mop, slathering your skin with sudsy water.
———————————————————————
To Pigsy’s surprise, you actually do come back after that incident, just a week later. An incident that would’ve cost him any other customer besides Tang seems to have been a minor inconvenience to you.
“The food and service is too good to stay away,” you politely compliment, paying him the way you always do, exact change placed directly into the palm of his hand. “Thank you for the wonderful service.”
You’re all stiff and stilted today, much to his concern. It’s not really like you, is it?
At least, he thinks so. Really, he and MK barely know anything about you in spite of dozens of encounters with you- you’re a welcome presence, their most frequent customer bar the scholar that’s always getting on Pigsy’s nerves.
But they’ve never really spoken to you aside from mild greetings and casual conversation.
This time, you accidentally give them a chance to learn.
In leaving so quickly, you’ve forgotten the book you brought- your copy of Journey to the West.
You’re gone before either of them can call you back for it, so MK takes it to his room for safekeeping- but pauses to take a look at your unusual bookmark.
69 notes
·
View notes
A Brand New Journey:
Part Two
(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)
“…hey, MK.” Pigsy’s voice snaps MK out of his stupor, causing the boy to whip around and face him. Looking for a chance to get out of doing chores, he throws the mop in his hands aside and eagerly heads over to the counter his boss is standing at. “Yeah, Pigsy? Something up?”
The chef wipes his hands on the towel around his waist, freeing them of sweat and grease. Then he snatches up the leatherbound book that you left behind, flipping through the pages.
“Y/N left one of their books behind,” he says, his brows slowly knitting themselves together. “Musta been in a real rush. You mind holding onto it til they come by again?”
“Yeah, sure! Give it here!”
MK grabs his boss’s shoulder with both hands, hauling himself up and over it to snatch the hardback from him. Slipping off of Pigsy without much grace, MK plops himself onto a stool and throws open the pages.
Though he’s eager to start reading it, the delivery boy notably slows down when he sees the precise, neat handwriting within. Several anatomical illustrations are paired with the pages, pointing out the weaknesses; both confirmed and theoretical, of every character in the tome.
“Looks like your friend’s been hard at work, kid. Maybe it’s some kind of school project?”
Flipping a page further, the delivery boy takes note of what you’ve been using to hold you place.
MK holds up your book in confusion, pulling the strange bookmark from between the pages. Holding it between two fingers, he shows it to his boss.
“Whatcha got there, MK? Is that a piece of your bandana?”
“Uh, it’s not mine. It was in Y/N’s book. They’ve got this real dirty… cloth… thing? And I think they’re using it as some kinda nasty bookmark.” MK waves it around erratically, watching the tattered cloth dance like ribbon as he pulls it this way and that.
“Hey- stop fiddling with it, kid! It might be important to Y/N!”
“I don’t think so, Pigsy. It kinda just looks like… I dunno, garbage? Maybe I should replace it for them. I mean, finding something better than this can’t be so hard-“
“Kid, listen- Y/N ain’t a ‘just cause’ sorta person. If they’re using this beaten up old… rag, then it’s probably important to them. Just put it back before the thing tears.”
Conceding Pigsy’s point, MK replaces the tattered red fabric in it’s former position, snapping the heavy tome shut to keep it from falling out.
“Well… I guess I’ve gotta go find a safe place to put this in my room, like… real soon- laterPigsybyeee!”
“What- hey, MK! Get back here! You still have to mop the floors!”
———————————————————————
“This book is absolutely one of kind. I made it myself, actually. Promise me that you’ll take good care of it.”
“Of course I will,” you had quickly declared, taking the weighty novel carefully into both of your hands. “If it’s important to you, then I’ll definitely keep it safe!
“Why would it be important to me? It’s yours to keep. It’s a gift, Y/N.”
A gift. It had been a gift. You would have been beside yourself with worry and shame to know you had left something so precious and heartfelt behind, sitting on the counter for anyone to take if they pleased.
You would be beside yourself right now… if you had noticed.
As it stood, you simply trekked on through the slowly dimming streets, barely noticing how light your backpack was without the book inside.
There was a little bit too much on your mind right now to notice something so inconsequential. You had downed your noodles and rushed out the door the moment you realized that your concealer was flaking away.
It’s not that you didn’t trust MK and Pigsy with seeing your bruises- in all honestly, you worried that they might get the wrong idea and try to intervene in some way.
Before you took to wearing concealer, there had been more than a few concerned strangers that had pulled you aside and offered help, directing you to several sources of aid- and no amount of explanation soothed their worries.
In an attempt prevent drawing any further attention to yourself, you had turned to using makeup, freshly painting over your myriad wounds each morning.
And, speaking of all the bruises that training was leaving on you…
You really need to get back to your mentor.
Actually, now that you think of it… maybe you should bring him something to eat. Sure, you could head back to Pigsy’s Noodles and order some 20% off takeaway… or maybe it’d be good to try something new?
58 notes
·
View notes