Monkie kid oneshots

M.k x abused reader part 2

The jarring motions of pole vaulting around kept your grip on him tight. It was astounding how that dirty little boy became so powerful.

When your feet finally touched the ground, you tried to let go of him. But your grip was difficult to release.

Meanwhile, M.k beamed happily.

"I don't see her motorcycle anywhere. I think we won!"

Just at that moment Mei raced over and halted her bike right next to you.

"Aw shoot! You two won." Mei smirked amusedly at you both.

Your cheeks burned red at her look. But M.k didn't seem to catch her tease. 

He only tilted his head and gave her a confused look.

"You don't seem that upset."

"Well I think we all had fun. That's what matters riiiight, y/n?"

You looked away swiftly as M.k glanced at you.

"Yep! Totally!" You agreed pressing back the urge to blush. "And I'm excited to wreck you at monkey mech."

Mei grinned as she parked her bike.

"Ohoho you're on!"

M.k grinned as you two led the way. Little did you know your father observed from a nearby alleyway.

"Monkie kid, huh? That could be useful." He grinned and walked towards the arcade.

You and Mei went up against each other in Monkey mech, dancing games and much more. M.k taught you his favorite games and you did your best in each of them. You bested him in a few, but not many. Soon the hours slipped away, and before long it was time for you all to go home.

You all stepped out of the arcade laughing and talking. Then you saw your father. Immediately, you froze and flinched hard.

"Y/n?" Mei asked worriedly.

You realized M.k and Mei were both giving you concerned looks. You plastered on a smile and waved.

"Hello father."

Your father walked from the shadows with a grin.

"Y/n, I was just looking for you." His words sounded sweet but you knew all too well the meaning behind them. "It's past your curfew. I was concerned." A quick glance at Mei's wrist watch told you that was a lie. Your father just wanted to vent steam. Perhaps your uncle had won another duel. Or maybe your father was simply feeling mean. There was no way to tell really.

"I-I'm very sorry." You apologized with a bow. "I'll make it up to you."

Your father's smile grew a bit.

"I'm sure you will."

"Uncle Lang it was my fault!" Mei broke in. "I was her ride and I didn't remember her curfew." She excused worriedly.

Your father ruffled her hair playfully and you bit back the surge of envy that spiked in your gut.

"It's alright, Mei. I don't believe she informed you of her curfew, did she?" The words bit at your heart far more than they should have by now.

"Well, no." Mei agreed hesitantly.

"There in lies the issue. A simple communication error. Hardly a matter to be upset over." Your father excused with a pleasant smile at Mei and M.k. "However, I do need to take my daughter from you. We have many things to talk about."

"Oh.. of course." Mei agreed clearly confused as your father placed a hand on your back leading you away.

Once you both were out of earshot your father spoke again.