Shifu was the spitting image of any whimsical kung fu master. Unlike his students, he was actually wearing kung fu uniform although having just come through the doorway to his… home? Did he live here? Probably not, so why was he dressed like a master? It wasn't exactly a fashion statement. Perhaps it was to show his status, the attire was nothing like what Po had seen the others wearing, the brown robe tied loosely round his middle was certainly not common. He looked, Po thought, a little like a monk. He wondered briefly if he was, maybe, taking kung fu further than his students.
Po didn't exactly know what to expect from Shifu, their first meeting wasn't ideal, but he definitely didn't think he'd be on the receiving end of a cold, hard glare of pure disgust. Consciously, he wilted under the gaze, and succumbed to his terrible habit of fidgeting with his fingers.
"What are you still doing here." The question was said in the tone of a statement, one growled out in barely hidden anger.
Po opened his mouth, then closed it when realising how stupid his excuse was. "The others said – said that they needed to… keep me."
"And you listened to those idiots?"
"Hey!" Po frowned, that philosophy made no sense, Shifu was their teacher, and if they were idiots then wasn't that just the mark of a lousy teacher? "I couldn't just leave when they were telling me to keep their secret!"
Shifu shook his head in the way of a disappointed parent and began to pace the kitchen, hands still clasped tightly behind his back. "There is not much of a secret, intruder."
"I have a name you know." Po crossed his arms over in defiance, finding it extremely offensive that he'd just been called 'intruder' over something more polite.
Shifu spun round and all breath in Po's lungs left him when he was fixed with the deadliest of eyes. "I – don't – care. You and your name mean nothing to me." He hissed.
Po could do nothing but nod.
Shifu straightened. "I command what happens in this house, and I say that you leave immediately."
In a rare moment of bravery, Po stood up. "No! I'm not leaving!"
Shifu's eyes flashed. "What did you say?"
"I said, I'm not leaving!"
He raised his fist in a lightning fast movement and Po flinched away, crashing into the chair he'd previously occupied. "Why not?! You have no idea of what we do here!"
Po scrambled back to his feet. "Yes I do!" He yelled back. "I know they're the Furious Five and you're their master!" He pointed upstairs angrily and then at Shifu, whose face had morphed into one of complete shock.
It stayed shocked for a short moment, until he scowled, even baring his teeth. Suddenly, Shifu had a vice-like grip on Po's arm and forcefully twisted his body round. He pushed him face down on the floor and held his arm behind his back in a lock of sorts. Po could only wriggle and move his head to the side to avoid squashing his face on the floor. Shifu was a lot stronger than Po had anticipated. Obviously knocking him out took some strength, but that was just one punch. This was a whole violent kung fu move with a hugely unfair age gap, with Po theoretically having the upper hand – but that upper hand was completely useless because of how weak he was.
"How long have you been spying on us?!" He shook Po violently by the back of his shirt collar. "What have you been doing intruder?!"
Something hard hit into the back of his neck, shooting a dull pain up to his skull and down his spine.
"I just figured it out!" He managed to squeak out in between his forehead bouncing off the floorboards.
Shifu let go of his collar, leaving his face to smash down without the support. He breathed deeply, it could have been disappointment – or perhaps contemplation. Po suddenly felt very scared.
"Please don't kill me." He uttered in the silence.
"What do you have to live for, intruder?"
Po turned his head to see Shifu peering down at him with a raised eyebrow. Almost teasing, but also knowing.
"A lot." He replied stubbornly.
Shifu bent down so they were almost nose-to-nose. "Liar."
Po glared at him. "So what? I don't want to die like this."
"You are weak, fat and unfit, you are no use to us."
The insults were a little below the belt, but Po couldn't show any vulnerability. "I never said I was useful."
Shifu simply hummed in response. His face still held disdain, but he said no more.
The heavy forearm holding him down disappeared. And he was gone within a swish of his robes.
"Shifu's gonna eat him alive…" Fan muttered.
Once banished from the kitchen, they rushed up to Yu's room to eavesdrop. It was directly above the kitchen, with blessedly thin flooring and gaps in the floorboards. Shifu's voice carried well through the house and even Po's squeaks were audible.
"Should we go down and do something?" Yu fidgeted nervously with her hair, twisting it round her fingers and chewing slightly on the ends. A bad habit she never got out of. "I feel like we should say something-"
"No way," Jia said firmly, ear pressed to the floor in concentration. "Shifu hasn't even said anything yet, we don't want to get punished for getting in the middle of it."
"I don't know…" Cong said slowly. "Shifu looked dead serious."
Fan shook his head. "Yeah but he always looks dead-"
"Shush!" Ying hissed. "They're talking."
"And you listened to those idiots?" Came Shifu's voice, devoid of mirth and full of badly disguised disgust.
Cong gasped in outrage, taking the comment to heart. "Did he just call us idiots?!"
"I think he's just referring to you mate." Fan remarked, and smirked at Cong's face of offense.
Jia ignored them, still listening intently. "We should have filled him in, he's trying to convince Po we're not the Furious Five." He said quietly.
"He's desperate to get rid of Po," Yu shook her head with a grimace. "which is understandable, but kind of rude as well…"
Their voices got louder. Filled with anger and fuelled by frustration.
"Thank god he changed out the uniform," Ying muttered, then blinked in deep thought, with the others simply watching her. "if he hadn't then Shifu would definitely… " She faltered, frowning. "well - it would end badly."
They nodded in solemn agreement.
"I said, I'm not leaving!"
A simultaneous wide-eyed look to the floor. "What?!" They all spluttered.
"Did I hear that right?"
"Yes, dude wants to stay."
"Have we really been that welcoming?"
"He must be desperate."
The following shouting made the floor quake, as if feeling the anger emanating from the kitchen and trembling in anticipation of their next moves. Then there was a pause and a moment of deadly silence where no one had the bravery to breathe.
Then the sound of a body hitting the floor.
Yu started immediately and jumped up. "Shifu knocked him out!" She exclaimed, looking like she was ready to run down and fight Shifu herself.
"Sit down," Jia quickly looped both arms around her waist and tugged her back to the floor to hear what was going on.
She fell into his lap with an annoyed grunt and promptly threw his arms off. "Can you stop this habit of manhandling me?!"
Ying, Fan and Cong gave them alarmed looks, momentarily forgetting of the scene taking place below them.
"Care to elaborate?" Fan raised an expecting eyebrow while Cong had to hold back a laugh.
"Don't encourage them," Ying closed her eyes in exaggerated pain. "I don't wanna know."
"Ew Ying! Don't say it like that! I'm imagining the worst!" Cong said loudly in mock disgust.
Jia idly smacked Cong upside the head. "Listen! They're still talking."
"Have you been spying on us?! What have you been doing intruder?!"
"I just figured it out!"
Jia looked up to Ying pointedly. "There you go, an answer to your question."
She shook her head. "He must be lying."
"Why are you so sure of that?"
"I can usually tell when people are lying." She said seriously.
He raised an eyebrow sceptically and couldn't help but scoff at the irony. "No… no you can't."
Ying's eyes were blazing and opened her mouth.
"OKAY!" Yu put her hands between them as if to cut away at the tension and turned to Jia. "can you stop antagonising her?"
"No I wanna see them fight," Fan nodded his head towards them, egging them on. "keep going! I'm on team Ying!"
Ying ignored them and straightened, challenging him. "Okay then, tell me one thing you've lied about that I haven't figured out."
"Please don't do this oh my god…" Yu covered her face with her hands in disappointment.
Jia started to shake in cruel chuckles. "Oh there are so many things!" He said in a stage whisper, knowing it would annoy her.
Ying's face was thunderous. "Like what?"
He smirked. "On one of our missions we had to –"
Yu clapped a hand over Jia's mouth. "Shut up. Seriously, shut the hell up."
He grabbed her wrist and tugged it away to show his impish smile. "You really think I was going to say anything?"
"Oh please, you really think I'm so easily embarrassed," She said in direct conflict with her red-spattered cheeks. "I just don't want you and Ying to fight because we all know she'd win."
A low whistle-turned-to-laugh came from Cong. "She dragged you!" He cackled as if it was the funniest thing.
"HA! Should've kept your mouth shut!" Fan joined in, to which Jia narrowed his eyes.
"Funny, yeah real funny, certainly not an old insult." He muttered darkly.
In the conundrum they didn't notice Ying slip out the room.
She made her way down the hall and sat at the top of the stairs. From there she could get a small opening and a view of the front door. And just as she suspected, Shifu made a stormy beeline for it, releasing the cold breeze of the night into the entrance hall. It shut with an angry slam.
A groan came almost instantly from the kitchen, followed by a string of swear words. Ying pursed her lips, Shifu can't have injured him that badly. Perhaps he was just weak. Weak and stupid. She didn't even bother to berate her insulting conscious. Their house guest had not proved himself to be worthy of keeping. She waited patiently until the sound of slow and heavy footsteps got closer. Po tottered out with clear defeat and a bruise on the back of his neck. She half-expected him to follow Shifu's path, it wouldn't surprise her, by the sounds of it (and his stumbling gait) their conversation was nowhere near friendly.
But instead he turned right, heading towards the bottom of the stairs. Completely silent, she tip-toed down the steps and stood there, ready to talk to him. Talk to him about what? What do I want to-
He was taken aback by her, judging by his shocked gasp and the way he jumped. "Ying! Oh, I didn't see you there." She didn't bother mentioning that it was dark and the lights were off.
They were in such close proximity that she could see the reflection of his white teeth from the moonlight streaming through the window and hear his heavy breathing. She also realised they were the same height. That was funny.
"You want to stay here." She stated.
He simply blinked. The small slither of light from the moon caught his eyes as they wandered over her face before catching himself quickly. She could have laughed, his examination was not rude, it boarded on tame compared to the lingering stares her face caught when walking out on the streets.
"Well?"
"Yes." His voice was hoarse, scratchy.
His eyes continued to flick from her mouth to her nose to her ears and back again to her own eyes.
"Why?"
He had to have a reason. More of a reason than just wanting to work at the Palace. Surely he had a whole life left behind, one with familiarity and not the constant impending knowledge of danger. Cong had relayed the information he'd learnt to her. He worked in his dad's noodle shop, with a pretty good position. He was taking a gap year, so of course ready to go to university. He probably had other friends in the city who were definitely missing his presence. So why stay here?
"You know why." Was all he said, before he pushed past her.
She flung her arm out to stop him, impulsiveness taking over. "You don't belong here." His shoulder was flush against hers, and he faced towards the stairs while she stood the opposite way. She felt him tense at her words.
"Yeah I know, it's the bottom of the stairs." He responded sarcastically, glaring at her over his shoulder.
"No," She turned round to face him properly. "I mean you don't belong here, with us."
Po audibly swallowed.
"You have no idea what we do."
"You've explained a fair amount."
"There's a lot we left out."
"Like what?"
"Stuff you should never know."
"Try me."
"I'd rather not."
He'd taken a step closer to her, and both their voices had reduced to whispers. It was almost pitch black now, and even when it was darker she could see his eyes glimmering. She only had to lift her arm up to touch her cold fingers to the back of his neck. He started at her touch, letting out a hushed gasp.
"You've got a bruise." She whispered.
"Shifu," His own whisper came rough, as if he was struggling to keep a composure. "he didn't go easy on me."
She pressed her fingers to the tender skin with intention, her cold hand should do enough to heal it slightly. He'd still need an ice pack, but this would do. "He had good reason to, you did spy on me after all."
He stepped even closer. "Can we put that behind us?"
She paused, feeling his own hand snaking up her arm. "No." She bit out.
What is he -?
Then he leaned into her, eyes sliding closed.
And her hand grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him away, twisting him round and pushing him face-down to the floor.
In hindsight, it was a lot more violent than she anticipated it being.
"FUCKING HELL!" He yelled out in pain.
Not wasting a moment longer, she ran up the stairs, colliding with Fan so hard she stumbled, loosing her balance and falling to the floor.
"Jesus Ying!" He exclaimed loudly, fumbling to find the light switch. "Where were you?" He asked.
She didn't say anything and waited until the light finally clicked on.
"I was looking for-" Fan started, then looked at her with alarm. "What happened?!"
She blinked. "Nothing." Her throat was dry.
His face turned dark. "Something happened."
"Nothing." She repeated.
"Was is Shifu?"
She stayed silent again. Did her face really show that much emotion? She wasn't exactly in shock. And neither was she traumatised. Her mental state only really consisted of kicking herself for being so… rude to their house guest. Well, the violence was almost inevitable considering she was at her wit's end with Po. But she instantly regretted what she said to him. How could she be so mean? God, she could be such a dick sometimes.
Ying just glared at Fan, and started to gather herself to stand up.
"Are you alright?" Came Cong's voice, coming out of Yu's room.
She huffed. "Yes I'm fine!"
"Then what were you doing?" Cong questioned. "You just… left."
A low groan came from the bottom of the stairs and she couldn't stop her eyes shifting guiltily.
Fan gaped at her and pointed in the direction of the noise. "Did you do that?"
She looked at the ceiling and exhaled. "I didn't mean to…"
"Ying!" Cong grabbed his head with disbelief.
"Oh for fuck's sake…" Fan muttered, looking down the stairs.
"This is why they call us the Furious Five!" Cong exclaimed. "Shit like this keeps happening!"
"But I didn't mean to!" She retorted, getting tired of their exclamations. "It just… happened!" She knew her explanation was pathetic, but she also knew that if Fan and Cong got wind of what had caused her to body-slam Po to the floor then he'd be injured to the point of needing a wheelchair.
"Come on Cong, I might have to give him acupuncture…" Fan said, and both of them ran down the stairs.
Acupunture? You've got to be kidding me. Fan could be so dramatic over injuries. She remembered the time when Cong had taken a heavy kick to the chest from a random mugger in an alleyway they were hiding in. Fan had gone hysterical with worry and insisted that Cong's breathing be monitored through the night. Cong said numerous times that he really wasn't in pain and he just needed a good night's sleep. But his pleas were ignored, and Fan and Yu sat by his bedside despite his frustration.
Acupuncture was usually Fan's go-to healing process. Ironically, it required a great deal of patience and a tedious amount of time. And Fan was the most impulsive, impatient, reckless person she'd ever met. If he was about to give Po acupuncture this was going to take all night. Ying herself was not patient enough to stick around for that. Yu also probably wouldn't have the patience or even the will to stay awake for that. Speaking of…
She had a niggling feeling as to why Jia and Yu hadn't showed up yet considering their yawns while making dinner. So she barged into Yu's room unannounced with all the subtlety she didn't have.
It seemed the day had really taken its toll on them, as when she opened the door Jia was lying on the floor, head propped up by the wall and Yu lying spread-eagled next to him, nodding off already. Her eyes snapped open and they both jumped up with alarm.
Jia blinked at her blearily. "Wha – what's goin' on?" He slurred, rubbing at his eyes.
"I'm tired." Yu groaned, curling herself into a foetal position.
Ying looked at the floor. "Po is injured."
Yu did an exaggerated eye roll, and started to crawl tiredly out the room. "Again? Oh come on we have to stop him getting hurt so much!"
Jia stayed where he was and examined Ying with a critical eye. "What did you do?" He asked slowly.
"Nothing, now move, I want to go to bed." She kicked him weakly, reaching for Yu's duvet and climbing into her bed.
"This isn't your room."
"I don't care, I'm tired."
"You're not even in pyjamas."
She just hummed in response and closed her eyes, sleep starting to take her almost instantly.
He pulled the duvet off her with no sympathy. "Wake the fuck up or Yu's gonna kill you."
She smirked, that was the Jia she enjoyed spending time with.
Opening her eyes, she sat up, remembering that she never got the chance to eat her rice. "I'm actually really hungry."
He grimaced. "Yeah me too, Shifu interrupted our dinner."
"Wanna go eat now?"
He shrugged, starting to smile. "Sure, why not?"
"Ah that hurts… ou – OUCH!"
"Shush, it's hard to concentrate when you complain like that." Fan Hai said gently, poking another needle into Po's back.
"I though you said acupuncture would make me feel – better!" His voice went horribly high with pain, into a register Po didn't even know he could still do. "– OUCH!"
Fan Hai was unyielding. "Trust me, it will."
Po scoffed, acupuncture could definitely not heal the awful bruises he'd sustained from Shifu and Ying.
"It's just hard to find the nerve points under all this –"
"Fat?" Po finished for him boredly, he was so over everything by that point that he really didn't care.
He heard Fan Hai open and close his mouth a few times. "I – I wasn't going to say that…"
"Sure you weren't." Po muttered.
"I wasn't!" He insisted. "I mean, who are we to judge a fighter based on their size? Look at Yu Ting."
Po turned his head, where did she go? She'd been here a moment ago.
"Over here." She said from where she was sitting in the corner of Fan's room, waving a tired hand with a forced smile. "And thanks for that Fan, very flattering." She remarked sarcastically.
Fan Hai tutted. "Take it as a –"
"AHAOUCH!"
"- compliment."
Yu Ting got up unwillingly, taking with her the textbook Fan Hai had been using for reference. "Maybe you should look at this again, you haven't done acupuncture in a while."
He was silent for a moment, and Po was sorely tempted to just get up and refuse anymore medical attention. "Ahhh I get it." Fan Hai said, needles held in his mouth. "You guys should let me give you acupuncture more often, if Po's gonna stay I need the practice." He chuckled at his own joke that apparently didn't catch on to Yu Ting.
Po raised a hand. "Still in the room." He said, face-down into the mattress he was lying on.
"Don't worry about it sweetie," Yu Ting said comfortingly, patting his shoulder lightly. "we all get injured."
"But by Shifu?" Po rested on his chin and looked them sceptically. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he really, really hates me."
They exchanged a look with wide eyes.
"What? Why do you all keep looking at each other?" The constant illegible looks were really starting to get on Po's nerves.
Yu Ting quickly morphed her face to give him a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Nothing!" She squeaked.
Fan Hai leant forward and stuck a harsh needle into Po's neck. "I know he can seem kinda heartless."
"Tell me about it." Po muttered.
"But he wasn't always like that." Fan Hai carried on, ignoring his negative comments and winces of pain.
"You know there was a time when he actually used to smile." Yu Ting's voice had decreased to an awed whisper, as if it was an unbelievable statement.
And the statement was pretty unbelievable. Po sat up onto his knees while Fan Hai protested at him ruining the needle work. "Really? When?"
She leaned closer. "It was before-"
The door opened with a slam.
"Before Tai Lung." Ying said coldly.
Po gulped. She was the last person he wanted to see.
Yu Ting sighed loudly. "Can you please learn to knock!"
Rapid footsteps and then Jia's uncertain voice from the hallway. "Uh, Ying? We're not really supposed to talk about him, so we should just leave it-"
"Well if he's going to stay, he should know."
Cong poked his head in from the other side and looked at Po with concern. "But it might freak him out-"
"Yeah we shouldn't –" Jia started to agree, but Po had other ideas.
"Guys, guys, don't worry! I don't get freaked out by this kinda stuff!" He sat up properly and faced Ying to prove his point.
He couldn't deny she still scared him slightly, especially after the… incident. But for now the Furious Five probably just thought of him as a wimp. Or some stupid rando who wasn't cut out for their team. And he needed to change that.
"Come on! Hit me with it! It can't be that bad." He encouraged, beckoning Ying closer.
She walked in, followed by the unwilling Jia and Wu Cong, and fixed him with a piercing stare. "According to legend-"
"It was twenty years ago!" Wu Cong interjected, throwing his hands up and frowning at her in question. Po honestly felt like asking how long they could go without interrupting each other.
Ying glared at him and raised her voice. "ACCORDING TO LEGEND –"
"Oh for fuck's sake, go off then." Wu Cong muttered, taking a dejected seat next to Yu Ting.
Ying talked over him. "- Tai Lung was left outside of the Palace by an unknown stranger. No note, nothing, just a baby. So naturally, Shifu took him in. At the time he had no students and was looking for ones with deceased or unconnected heritage to become spies. Tai Lung was the perfect choice."
She faltered in her next words, and her face of stone fell slightly. "Subsequently, Shifu started to love him like a son, and officially adopted him and raised him as if he were his father. Tai Lung turned out to be a kung fu prodigy and was sent on many missions where every single one was a success."
"His track record is cleaner than ours." Fan Hai said sadly, sticking another needle into Po's lower back.
"He was Shifu's promised student and spy, the only one he'd ever need." Ying's tone shifted to something resembling bitterness rather than sadness. "Until – until it got to his head… someone who – well, the person who taught Shifu told him that Tai Lung had to leave this system, because he would soon become dangerous with the immense knowledge and training Shifu had given him."
"Tai Lung was angry – understandably. And he destroyed the house, killing some of the stray cats around." Po shivered, Ying had painted a disturbing image that he was sure would haunt his dreams that night. "After that Shifu really couldn't keep him. He was so close to killing an actual person that it was just too dangerous for him to continue this line of work. Tai Lung then tried to – tried to go after Shifu."
Ying stopped, Po was on the edge of his seat. "Well obviously that didn't end too badly, Shifu is still here today. But when Tai fought him he was forced to destroy what he created… but how could he? Tai was his son after all." She started to scowl at the words coming out her mouth. Though Po couldn't fathom why.
"So Shifu's old master sent Tai Lung to prison, far away from here. And that's where it broke him, really." Ying sighed and averted her eyes, interrupting her piercing stare. "Shifu loved Tai Lung like he had never loved anyone before… or since."
The room was silent. Po didn't know what to say.
"To be concise, Shifu is the tough in a tough love teacher." Fan Hai said, walking round in front of Po.
"Harsh." Was all he could murmur.
"Yes well, it does the job." Yu Ting said, sounding as if she was completely resigned to whatever relationship they had with Shifu.
"But even if you do stay, does it really matter if Shifu likes you?" Wu Cong said, although he may have meant well, it was extremely unhelpful. "You've got us!"
"… yeah, alright." Po nodded slowly, looking at Ying.
She gave him the slightest shake of her head, indicating he not mention the… incident. He wasn't planning to anyway. It would be a sure suicide with Fan Hai, Wu Cong and Jia on his back.
"I'm not sure if Shifu really likes us, to be honest." Jia added. Maybe he was trying to comfort Po in that, weird, dry way of his. Either way, it wasn't helping.
"Now that's just pessimism." Yu Ting berated.
"But he's got a point," Fan Hai said, starting to put away needles and closing the textbook he'd been reading off of.
"Fan," Yu Ting frowned. "I want to live in my pretend-world where we are Shifu's most prized students."
Fan Hai shrugged. "You can't beat the truth, and if you want to look at it on the bright side, at least he's straight-forward with his disdain for the way we are, I'd rather that than a fake teacher."
Wu Cong nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'd rather that than a snake."
At the word 'snake' five pairs of eyes suddenly glared at Po.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times. Were… were they implying he was fake? Did they know? Or was it just lucky guess work? They were spies after all, they probably made a lot of lucky guesses. But he hadn't given anything away. Not yet anyway. They shouldn't be onto him. Maybe they were just trying to freak him out? A weird, messed up tactic to get him to leave. It would have been something Shifu put them up to. Yes, yes that was it.
Or, just maybe, they knew. He'd been so good with hiding everything. And they had no way to even trace anything about him. That wasn't a possibility. It couldn't be. Sweat started to form on his skin. Their glares were pretty heated.
Po laughed nervously. "Haha – yeah… snakes…"
AN - This chapter made me extremely nervous to post and there's a lot of stuff that got cut from this because I felt they were too suggestive. God I hope I don't lose readers over this...
1. I have started *counts on fingers* one, two, three, FOUR subplots in this chapter! Some are less obvious than others, it'll be funny if anyone could spot them.
2. I did the iconic acupuncutre scene but obviously had to change a few things -
3. - and yes I left out the whole "accidental facial nerve tweak" because, honestly, as hilarious as that is I've never been in favour of it. Tigress is doing this whole narration and it's so emotional and wonderful, and then that. While it's a great bit of comedy, I've always felt it was a little misplaced and ruins the seriousness of the scene.
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT
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