Rating: M [violence, blood, torture]

*Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Oh, I missing something, editing-wise, please message me about it*

Disclaimer: Asami/Akihito belong to Yamane Ayano sensei. Inuyasha & Co. belong to Rumiko Takahashi sensei. Teen Wolf characters belong to Jeff Davis & MTV.

~Present Day – Beacon Hills, CA, USA~

God, his head hurt. His body felt so heavy that he could barely open his eyes. Stiles could hear a voice, but he was unable to concentrate long enough to make sense of what was being said. Seeing, as he was getting nowhere fast, Stiles decided that coherency could wait awhile. However, the other person in the room had other ideas as frigid water was splashed on his face.

"What the fuck," he gasped out.

"Wakey-wakey," said his rude-awakener.

Stiles kept sputtering as the rest of his body became exposed to the frigid water. The suddenness of it all was more than disorientating but a part of him, a very, very small part, was thankful for the wake-up call. He needed to know where he was, as well as plan his escape.

When water no longer blurred his vision, he realized he was lying on a musty old mattress. He tried to wipe the remaining water from his face but he found that he could not move his hand. It was then that it clicked in that he was not just lying on the mattress but that he was tied down to said mattress. Finding his current situation none too reassuring, Stiles began to struggle.

"Now that you have joined the land of the living, we can begin," Stiles immediately sought out the source to the voice and it none other than his Darach/serial killer English teacher, Jennifer Blake. In addition, he knew that odds of him making it out alive were decreasing by the minute. Therefore, he saw no other choice but to stall, either for him to get himself free or for rescue to come.

"To begin, what exactly," he asked.

"Stiles do you honestly believe that I cannot see what you are trying to do," she said as she knelt down besides the bed.

"No, I know that you know but I figured that I should at least try to distract you like any other abductee. Its basic kidnapper-abductee dialogue," he explained.

She laughed, "You know, I am going to miss your sense of humor." She said as moved towards the end of the bed.

Stiles guessed that she was mostly likely writing sort of glyphs for ritual, which again was not very comforting. If only he could see what she was writing, then he might have had a chance of escape.

"Well, since you're going to miss it then maybe you shouldn't sacrifice me," he suggested as he tried to check out his surroundings.

"No can do, you are the other half of this particular sacrifice. You know, if anything you should be blame fate, otherwise you wouldn't be in this situation," she said as she continued her journey around the bed.

"What do you mean," he asked. Even the threat of death did not deter his curiosity.

"Well, this particular sacrifice calls for lovers."
"Lovers?! Well then, you definitely got the wrong person, I am totally commitment free. Single, totally single, have been for last sixteen years."

"No, Stiles, you are thinking too small. I don't mean your run-of-mill couple nor am I talking about sex, but soul-mates," she clarified.

"But that's impossible…you can't know that, no one does," he argued.

"Stiles, did you forget that I'm a Druid," she asked as she completed the circle around the bed and headed towards a table on the other side of the room.

"No, I didn't but what you are claiming to know is not possible."

"Yet, I do know. You know, I'm surprised you haven't asked who it is," she said as she left the room.

Stiles wanted to yell at her to come back to give him the answer, but he immediately nixed that idea. He was not going to ruin his small chance of escape. He closed his eyes and tried to get his breathing under control. After Dr. Deaton introduced him to world of magic, he had been doing research on all types of magic and rituals. He tried to remember if he had read anything regarding soul mates. It took him a minute but he did remember that in one of texts he had read mentioned that soul mates had the ability to communicate telepathically. However, it was only possible if the two halves had bonded or if one of halves was exceptionally gifted in magic as a way to compensate for the lacking bond. The text had also warned that by forcing a connection in such a manner, that the two parties would forcibly bond. Stiles weighed his odds and decided that staying live was worth bonding himself to some stranger. It was his soul mate, how could he possibly regret his decision, he thought as he began to chant and pour all his belief into the spell.


"Damn it, Derek, open the door."

Annoyed, he made his way to the door. Derek was in no mood to deal with Scott and his bullshit.

"What do you want Scott," Derek asked.

"I need your help," he said, Derek could tell it had cost the young werewolf a great deal to ask for his help. However, Derek did not feel like saving his backstabbing ass.

"No, go away," he said and started to slide the door close.

"Stopping being an asshole, Derek, and help me find Stiles," the young werewolf said tried to stop him from sliding the door close.

Derek stared at the young werewolf for a minute. "Are you sure he's not just avoiding you," he finally asked.

"No, I'm sure. His dad tried calling him and they, the police, found his jeep outside his favorite curly-fry place but no sign of him. And you know he would never just abandon his Jeep," Scott answered.

Okay, now Derek was sure there was a problem. As much as he disliked Scott, Stiles had been pretty decent even if there were times he had wanted to hurt the teenager.

"Fine," Derek said as he turned and grabbed his keys.

He returned and made to lock the door when it happened. He fell to knees as felt white-sharp pain shooting through his body. Derek could distantly heard Scott asking what was wrong, but Derek could not answer him.

'Help me! Find me,' a voice pleaded.

"Stiles," he asked in disbelief.

'Derek,' Stiles' voice sound as equally shocked. Before Derek could ask how this was happening, the teenager continued, 'Hurry not much time…about to become a sacrifice.'

Breathing in deeply, as the pain left his body. Derek lifted his gaze from the floor and turned towards Scott, "I know where he his."


The connection had broken up and Stiles was still left reeling. He could not believe that the fates could be so cruel and give him a Hot and Straight werewolf as his soul mate. How the hell was that even possible and how was he going to survive the temptation, he wondered. If they were soul mates, then did that mean soul mates did not have to have a physical connection? Yet, the bond he just established between them demanded they exchange body fluids and he did not mean saliva. Fuck, he had just sentenced them to a life without sex. The werewolf was going to kill him and he was going to be a virgin for all eternity, he mentally cried out. He had been so distracted by that particular realization that he did not notice the Darach's return.

"Well, I see that you have figured it out," she said as walked closer to the bed.

Ignoring her comment, he asked, "Are you going to hurt her?"

"Her? Oh my dear Stiles please stop trying to lie to me," she frowned as placed a small ceramic bowl next to him.

"Lie? Who's lying," he stammered out.

The Darach gave him a look that told him clearly that she was not buying it, before pulling out scissors and cutting his shirt open.

"You know very well that Derek is your soul mate because I can sense the fact that you have begun the bonding ritual."

Stiles' eyes grew wide, he stammered, "N-no…how?"

"Again, I'm a Darach and I was already going to bond you two before beginning the sacrifice ritual."

Stunned, Stiles said nothing as she continued.

"Besides," she said as she began craving a glyph onto his chest. "Derek is MINE," she said as she pushed the knife in deeper.

Stiles screamed in agony. The woman was completely insane, but of course he already knew that when she had kidnaped his father and Scott's mother. Derek, hurry, he mentally pleaded as he screamed.


Derek stumbled in mid-run as he heard Stiles' plea. It was at that moment that the Alpha in him broke free and transformed into a full-wolf. His wolf called out to his betas, as he kept running. His mate needed him; Derek heard his wolf say as it completely took over.


"He's coming," he gasped out.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," She said as she pushed herbs into his skin.

Stiles screamed once more, before continuing, "His wolf will tear you apart."

The Darach laughed in his face, "Derek won't kill me for killing you. You will be doing that all on your own."

"Hell will free over before I take my own life," he scoffed.

"Ah, but you will if you want to save your other half. It is simple, really. Either you die or Derek does, but knowing you and how noble you are, I know you will sacrifice yourself for him." She said as her laugh morphed into a cackle.

"In the end, I will complete my ritual and you will no longer exist. Two birds with one stone," she said as she slit his wrists deep enough for blood to trickle out but not deep enough to cut his tendons. Before the blood could reach the floor, the Darach had place small bowls to collect his blood. Once she had enough, she began using his blood as paint and began another circle around the bed. Stiles opened his mouth to speak but stopped as he heard the howl. He closed his eyes and let the sound give him comfort before resigning himself to his fate. He was not going to let Derek die, but he was also not going to let her win. He would not be another of her sacrifices. Resolved, Stiles waited for his chance.


His wolf could smell the spilled blood of his mate. He growled in anger and howled to his betas to move faster. The Darach would pay for his mate's suffering.


The Darach finished her circle and came towards him. She released his bindings, but Stiles did not attempt to move for two reasons. One, to her believe had resigned himself to his fate. Two, because the blood loss was taking a toll on his body and he need to conserve his strength. As he waited, Stiles could feel Derek getting closer and closer.


Once close to the building that held his mate, Derek immediately shifted into his wolf-man form. He smashed his way into the building and as a result, the building trembled. His mates scent was much stronger within the building. The smell spurred his wolf into finding the source. The smell led him to a door, which he yanked open and it tore off with ease.

His heart caught in his throat at the sight before him. His mate lied bloody and broken on a dirty old mattress. The one responsible just stood there with a demented smile on her deformed face. Derek could smell and see his mate's blood on her hands. His wolf roared for retribution. Ignoring his human side, his instincts took over as he rushed towards her. However, he was unable to reach her as a barrier tossed him back.

She smiled at his attempt, "Derek, you might as well stop trying. The bed is surrounded by mountain ash."

He growled in response as he felt his betas and the traitor reach the room.

Nonplussed by his reaction, she continued, "Derek, you should relax, this will be over soon. Besides, you should be thanking me. Now you'll be free to continue our relationship without your wolf getting in the way."

Derek said nothing. He just growled as he tried to figure out a way to get to his mate.

"Having said that, it is time to complete this ritual," she said as she began to chant.

It was at that moment that Derek saw his mate roll off the bed and shove the Darach out of the circle. The action had caught the Darach off guard. Derek took that moment to dash forward and slit her throat open. However, her spell had not ended with her death. Derek could feel the steady rise of magical energy. Not knowing what do, he turned towards his mate and was surprise to find him chanting. Seconds later, flames engulfed his mate.

'Forgive me,' Derek heard Stiles say before the teenager screamed agony.

Derek roared and tried to push his way through the barrier.

~Past, Sengoku Period~

Akihito had not known what to expect, as he had followed Sesshōmaru through the forest. When Sesshōmaru had stopped, Akihito had come face to face with a twin-headed horse-like dragon. He had been stunned into silence and made no comment as Sesshōmaru placed him (with Kagome in his arms) on the animal. He had been startled when the animal had risen into the sky. However, by that point, he had been too numb to say anything. He had no choice but to just accept the fact he that was riding a twin-headed dragon through the sky, no biggie.

As soon as they had arrived, Sesshōmaru had led him to the infirmary of his castle. He could not believe that he was sitting in a castle nor could he wrap his brain around the idea that he had somehow traveled back in time. Yet, what was most remarkable was that his cousin had been doing it for quite some time. It had been quite a shock to hear, especially come from such a young girl. It was completely obvious to Akihito the young girl was very fond of his cousin. He wanted to ask her how she knew that Kagome had been traveling through time but he decided to wait to ask his cousin.

He sighed, as he turned to face Kagome's unconscious form.

"Come on Kagome, wake up before I start freaking out," he whispered as he brushed a strand of hair from her face.


The haze had become thicker, making it hard for Kagome to see. Through the darkness, there was a sudden flare of light. Desperate for any type of guidance, Kagome ran towards the light and soon she became engulfed in flames. However, the fire was not a painful one. She basked in its warmth, so it took her a moment to realize that she was not alone. Before her stood a beautiful young man, but his chest looked like it had been craved up. Without thinking, Kagome walked towards him.

"Are you alright," she asked.

The young man blinked and tilted his head to the side. He looked confused by her question.

"Why aren't we burning? A minute ago, I could swear that I could feel my body burning," he replied.

"Are you alright and what's your name," Kagome asked.

"You're Japanese aren't you? Wait, how can I understand you, I don't speak Japanese. Oh, and my name is Stiles Stilinski," he answered.