Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf :(
A/N: Warning there are SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3B and romance with Stiles and Scott(you have been warned.)
This story will be a short one in length, probably not exceeding the 15,000 mark but it depends on what inspiration is drawn from it. My other story We Could Be Immortals has not been dropped however the chapter in writing is trying my patience and I feel that being able to swap between stories will help with that. My usual warnings about spelling and grammar apply however most of the Nogitsune's deplorable wording was deliberate...apologies.
Hope you all enjoy.
PreludeOfWater
Stiles was back in the white room, the one containing the Nemeton. Something was off, a dark aura was completely smothering the room.
'So dark, so deliciously dark.'
The mocking and slightly concerning heavy breath of the voice caused him to look around, he was not alone here.
'They mock you. They hurt you in ways more painful than blood and iron...if only they knew.'
Stiles entire being froze as a shiver flew down his spine like someone had dropped ice down the back of his shirt. Gulping he couldn't see anyone else in the room, he was alone, yet, not alone.
Eyes widening he couldn't help but speak aloud with more fear in his voice than there was on the multiple 'kill Stiles' attempts in the last year and a half.
"When is a door, not a door."
'When it is ajar' hissed a voice behind his ear. Panicking he swung his slightly trembling body around. There sitting on the stump of the Nemeton, was a black fox about hip height that had nine equally black tails flowing behind it. Oh he knew what this was and he was panicking so much he was surprised his subconscious heart wasn't giving out on him.
'Oh I made the right choice choosing you. The little alpha wolf, the huntress or the boy with so much spark in him it hurts too much to stare at it.' It's amber discompassionate eyes regarded the boy who was slowly reigning in his fear 'Taken for granted, cast aside when not needed, hurt for entertainment and yet held together by these experiences.' The tails were entwining behind the creature that had undoubtedly come through the door he opened in his mind on the night of sacrifice. Speaking yet its muzzle never opened, he read up on fox spirits being the massive comic die hard that he was...I mean Naruto! Come on, who wouldn't. A tail gained for every one hundred years of life. A top tier spirit with the force of a natural disaster was interested in him.
'More than held together, you gain and draw power from them. If they knew what you could do little Ningen...little human, they would quake in fear of you.'
Stiles knew what the spirit was talking about, he competed with alpha werewolves, kanima and psychopaths on a regular basis these days. To deny and defy an alpha werewolf when you are considered part of a pack takes strength of a mental kind not easily gained and was were most wolves never mind humans fell. The hurt, the loss and the struggle tempered with that cheerful personality was what made Stiles, well, Stiles.
"You're wrong, everyone has a dark side. I'm not the only one."
'Oh little human you are precious aren't you, you are different from the rest. Where they would argue and insult me all the while they fall to me, you...you do not, you respect me, my power, our power, a quality we both share, a kindred spirit.' The fox spirits tails extended to their full height fanned out behind it as it stood and snarled, Stiles' fear was back with full force.
'WHAT ARE WE!'
"N-Nogitsune…"Stiles whimpered he could feel a shift in the room, a power that settled over him which turned to pure bliss...he imagined this is what sex felt like, not the way he wanted to discover that however that was a curiosity sated.
'Our Chikara, strength, gained from chaos, pain and strife. The element of the Void. The domain of the 13th type of Kitsune. The feared ones.' The spirit jumped from the Nemeton and made its way towards Stiles softly padding, no rush in its steps. Stiles knew he was at the mercy of this creature while in his mind and there was nothing he could do.
'You actively drew on the void, my dear kit, a human with such a never before seen ability. Hapax Legomenon. A single instance of something being recorded. That is you, us. I shall instruct you how to use your ability little human then you will play a game of tricks with me. The prize is your desire. The cost of your failure…your world.'
Stiles went pale, this Nogitsune had 900 years of experience on him, in his mind all his thoughts were laid bare for it to see, he couldn't win.
The fox chuckled.
'Good little Ningen, you will be a fine opponent indeed but first before the game begins, one must first set the board. That takes time and a combined effort on our part. We need power to separate and even now your mind is going through various deliciously despicable plots. If only you set aside your morality, you would make me proud.'
The fox circled him it's tails brushing up against him, he could be taken over easily, driven mad in seconds but that would be against the fox's nature. It thrived on chaos, this was a game of chance, life or death with no clear winner in sight before the game begins. The price for the amount of power needed scared him though, it would cause him to do the unthinkable. If he lost the fox got his body and identity, if he won, well he got his desire...something he was never sure on what it is, well apart from Lydia Martin. Those legs…
The familiar chuckle from the Nogitsune brought him out of his thoughts as the spirit moved back to the Nemeton. The room was fading now, he was waking up.
'Well little kit you were right about everything except one tiny detail. Your assumption that I have 900 years of experience at this little game was inaccurate.'
Stiles awoke with a scream and his father's arms wrapped around him.
'I have over a thousand.'
