Summary: Stiles isn't as human as he appears. Tired of Stiles sneaking out and lying to him, Sheriff Stilinski calls in the one person he knows that can wrangle the unruly teen. The one man Stiles would never dare to disobey, his grandfather, Inutaisho no Sesshomaru.

Tags/Warnings: Inuyoukai! Stiles, Magical! Stiles, Hybrid! Stiles, HET, SLASH, X-over, Violence, Pack Mom! Stiles

Disclaimer: Don't Own.

Chapter One

They were arguing again.

John couldn't remember any night in the past three weeks that they hadn't.

Stiles had been staying out progressively later, and worse, he was lying about why. He came home covered in bruises that he covered with the same concealer that he used to hide his birth marks, and more often than not the boy looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

He was worried and somehow his trying to express that had led to another argument.

"Stiles, just let me help!" He yelled, fed up and Stiles sagged, something sad flashing in his eyes.

"Tou-san," He sighed, slipping into his first tongue briefly, showing just how tired he was. "Everything is fine. I don't need any help. Scotty is just dealing with some girl problems and we lost track of time talking."

Lie.

John gritted his teeth, and looked away from his son.

"Go to your room."

Stiles frowned worriedly and reached forward. "Dad- "

"Now, Mieczysław."

The teen flinched away from him, wide-eyed.

His father hadn't called him by his real name since his mother had died. To hear it from the man now, especially in such an angry tone, hurt.

Fighting the sad whine that wanted to leave his lips, he lowered his head and left the room, eyes burning.

Once he was gone, John sighed angrily and collapsed onto the couch and ran his hand over his face.

He didn't know what to do. His son was out of control and was obviously involved in things that were hurting him and he didn't know what to do to make it all better. He couldn't tell the boy to stop hanging out with Scott and his friends, because until recently Scott had been his only friend, however at the same time, Scott was steadily dragging his boy into trouble.

A sudden idea occurred to him, one that filled him with dread and hope simultaneously.

His late wife's father was the one person in the world that Stiles would never disobey and with good reason. The man was cold and had no mercy for anyone, even his family. His maternal grandfather had only allowed him to come and stay with John after Claudia's death because she had begged him on her deathbed to do so. Before her death, Stiles had spent most of his time in Japan under his grandfather's rule, only allowed to bond with his parents for one month, every three months. He would be able to bring Stiles back under control.

The only problem?

His wife's father hated him.

He saw John as filth that had corrupted his one living child and the cause of her death. After allowing Stiles to come live with John, he hadn't contacted them again.

Hesitantly dialing the number in his phone from memory, he placed the phone to his ear and prayed the man would pick up.

"What reason do you have to call This Sesshomaru, filth?"

"Lord Sesshomaru, please," He whispered softly, fear for his son wrecking his voice. "It's Stiles. I-I need your help."

The daiyoukai didn't respond for a moment and if he hadn't known any better he would've thought that the man had hung up. Finally, his father-in-law spoke.

"Expect This Sesshomaru in three days' time." The line went dead.

John sagged in relief.

Hopefully, this would help him with his wayward son, he glanced up the stairs in the direction of the boy's bedroom.

And help him stop whoever was hurting his boy.

Sesshomaru frowned as he hung up on his daughter's human mate, thoughts racing.

Years had passed since he had spoken to his grandson in person, the child's free spirit, eerily reminiscent of his hanyou brother's, clashing with his colder more domineering personality so much that after Kaiya's death that he had allowed the boy to go stay with his human father.

For the man, who was reluctant to speak to him when it was required, to call him due to having trouble with the boy was disconcerting to say the least. If the human couldn't handle the little hanyou, then he was becoming out of hand.

His eyes narrowed.

Such behavior would not be allowed by an heir of his, be they living in his lands or not. Perhaps the time had come for him to reeducate the pup.

"Jaken," The imp looked up at the sound of his name.

"Milord?"

"Prepare us a flight to California."

The imp made a face, but didn't dare comment, choosing to bow instead.

"Yes S-Sesshomaru-sama."

Stiles sighed softly as he stood under the steaming spray of his shower, wincing at the sting of the water hitting his bruises.

He hated lying to his father.

The human had been nothing but kind to him since he had permanently moved in with him, and now thanks to Scott, he was steadily hurting the man, never mind the fact that Scott barely spoke to him anymore.

In fact, since this whole werewolf thing had begun, Stiles found himself wishing he were back at that cold, lonely palace in Japan. At least there he knew what to expect. He expected the harsh glares thrown at him behind his grandfather's back, the cruel taunts thrown whenever the man wasn't in hearing range. When he had moved to Beacon Hills with his father he expected things to be different. Here he was just another lowly human, no one knew of his shameful bloodline. He wasn't scorned or beaten…well not for that reason. A gruff voice sounded in his mind, warm and full of understanding.

"Just be yourself, gaki. You can't satisfy everyone in the world. When you fall pick yourself up and give the world a nice 'fuck you' before carrying on. How do you expect to make friends if you're always cold?"

He had tried. He had been himself, but that had gotten him was abandoned by the one that dared to call himself his brother. He had dropped the masks he had worn around the palace and now his heart was broken and it wasn't just Scott. The entire pack seemed to be pushing him away and he didn't know why.

A soft sob left his lips, whiskey brown eyes flashing bright amber.

"Sore wa daijōbudeshou, anata ga hyōji sa remasu. Nanimokamo yoku narudarou." He whispered softly, wiping the tears away from his face but he couldn't help the dread pooling in his stomach telling him, no it really wouldn't.

TBC…

A/N: Translations courtesy of google translate

Sore wa daijōbudeshou, anata ga hyōji sa remasu. Nanimokamo yoku narudarou - It'll be alright, you'll see. Everything will be fine.

Gaki- brat