Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable of Teen Wolf or MTV. Interpretations of Japanese myths and folklore are my own, but not the myths and legends themselves. The characters and the subplot pertaining to those characters are of my own making, I claim ownership of nothing else.

Important Information:

Misaki: Japanese, 御先, "Misaki") are a collective term for spirit-like existences in Japan like gods, demons, and spirits, among other supernatural entities. Their name comes from a kannushi's vanguard.

Baku: (獏or貘) are Japanese supernatural beings that devour dreams and nightmares. According to legend, they were created by the spare pieces that were left over when the gods finished creating all other animals. They have a long history in Japanese folklore and art, and more recently have appeared in Japanese anime and manga. Legend has it, that a person who wakes up from a bad dream can call out to Baku. For example, a child having a nightmare in Japan will wake up and repeat three times, "Baku-san, come eat my dream." Legends say that the Baku will come into the child's room and devour the bad dream, allowing the child to go back to sleep peacefully. However, calling to the Baku must be done sparingly, because if he remains hungry after eating one's nightmare, he may also devour their hopes and desires as well, leaving them to live an empty life. The Baku can also be summoned for protection from bad dreams prior to falling asleep at night. In the 1910s, it was common for Japanese children to keep a Baku talisman at their bedside.

(In this instance I use them as supernatural people with the ability to walk in peoples dreams and gain strength from devouring their nightmares, in other words, their heightened emotions. There are also some that feed off the hopes and desires for an extra boost. The idea can be compared to a Vampire choosing to drink blood from humans [ergo killing them] and choosing to drink from animals [less filling, but more morally acceptable.)

"I just wanna dive in the water with you

Baby, we can't see the bottom

It's so easy to fall for each other

I'm just hoping we catch one another"

-Cheat Codes "No Promises (feat. Demi Lovato)

This has to be one of the most awkward car rides I have ever been on. It's been silent since I told him I needed to go to 'Ms. Kay's Diner' for an interview.

I was currently looking out the window and Stiles was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel lost in thought. Which was fine because so was I, the scenery of blurry greens flashing by was enough for me to get lost in.

Beacon Hills had a feel to it, one I hadn't felt since Japan truthfully. My family and I had lived in a traditional clan compound on the fringes of Yakushima Island. There were several different Kodama, Baku, and other Misaki residing in the gated community. The land of which the compound resided on was owned by a Moidon offering protection in return for caretakers and festivals in its name. We had lived peacefully there until I was ten, and then Dad got an offer from some law firm opening in America. You could say, it was the beginning of the end.

The car turned on to a different road, and the trees started thinning out to make room for houses and markets. The lack of monotonous green blurs broke me out of my musings.

It took me a while to realize I had started moving my head along to the beat his hands played.

Wait, my brows furrowed in thought

Is this the Star Wars opening song? The thought struck me as I recognized the song and I couldn't help myself, I snorted; and started chuckling under my breath. Of all the things I thought could happen, listening to Stiles give a, very on beat, drum performance of the Main Title was not what I imagined. I turn my head away from the window and stare at Stiles, looking at him in a new light; a happier one.

Dad loved Star Wars.

"what?" he asks looking a bit nervous, "Is there something on my face? Ohmygod, there's a spider on my face, isn't there?" he asked panicked, turning the wheel to pull over "where is it?!"

Don't laugh.

I'm going to laugh, grabbing the steering wheel lightly with my right hand laying over his, I gently pull it back towards the road before he can get the car to the side of the road. Thank god there's no one on the road right now. "Stiles," I said laughing softly, interrupting his staring at my hand atop his "There's no spiders on your face, just moles Stilinski, just moles."

His mouth dropped open, "Then why were you staring at me!?" he said exasperatedly, gently dislodging my hand from the wheel and pulling the car over anyway; he turned it off and looked at me expectantly.

Don't, he's human.

I ignore my more logical half, she's boring anyway.

"What?" I ask mock affronted, "I'm not allowed to stare at cute boys now?" Don't forget brain, Dad was human too. His mouth dropped open for the second time today and he was left speechless, staring at me. I wiggled my eyebrows up and down.

"you're shitting me right now, aren't you?"

"A little", I brought up my index finger and my thumb, "but not for the reasons you're thinking" I clarify, knowing he probably thought I was joking when I called him cute.

He looked at me confused before his face cleared up, and he looks stunned when the first few notes of the Star Wars Main Title sounds from my throat. leaning back in the passenger's seat, I relax my body into the soft leather still humming the tune.

It was silent in the car for a few seconds before the sound of the ignition starting shook the Jeep. It only took a few more seconds after, for Stiles to start back up with the rhythm; the drumming starting in tune with my quiet humming, filling the Jeep with a promising unorthodox duet.

It was a silent ride after that, but the awkwardness was gone and something warm, something soft, simmered in the air between us.

"Baby I think about you and I feel it

Deep in my heart

Maybe we just ain't meant to be something

Maybe we are?"

-Cheat Codes "No Promises (feat. Demi Lovato)

Ms. Kay's Dinner was one of the few truly retro diners left in Beacon Hills. It was founded by Kathleen Richards or as her more common moniker Ms. Kay, in 1967.

She was 25 when her diner became an instant hit, opening night. It's been thriving ever since.

-or so I read on the laminated card standing on the table in our booth.

Stiles and I arrived at Ms. Kay's about twenty minutes ago, we ended up getting a spot to sit down while we waited for the owner to call my name for the interview. There were three other candidates for the position as a waitress.

Apparently, the card wasn't lying, Ms. Kay's was really popular.

This is going to be a long wait.

I let out a sigh and tilt my head back to lie on the booths headrest. I could feel Stiles' gaze boring into me as he fidgeted with everything he could find, even his own hands. He's so bored waiting with me, he can't stay still.

"You don't have to wait with me, you know. I can hitch a ride on the bus to get home." I said, still looking at the ceiling. I feel him shift ever so slightly in his seat and the rapid tapping on the table stops abruptly. I drop my head back down and look at him, "if you're bored you don't have to stay."

He opens his mouth to speak, "I, uh, have ADHD" he says, nodding his head along to some song from the 60's; it was playing on the old jukebox in the corner of the diner.

"yeah?" I ask, he nods. I notice that he's still as we're talking. "does talking stop your fidgeting?"

"huh?" he looks down at his hands to watch them not move, "not really. I'm just trying to pick you apart seven ways 'til Sunday, and it's taking up a lot of my focus" he admits honestly.

"pick me apart? Like, analyze me?"

"Yeah. I mean come on, who moves to Beacon Hills without a reason? Nobody, okay, nobody moves to Beacon County without chasing something." He states vehemently, looking pretty sure of himself and his statement.

Well, he's not wrong I think, as the Nematon comes to mind. I nod my head, "You're right, I'm chasing a second chance at life" he looks confused but intrigued. He raises his eyebrows questioningly, a sign for more information. I sigh, "My parents died and I've been trying to escape anything that reminds me of them—" and the hunters from discovering my continued survival. Interesting how the lies that fall from my mouth are no longer lies. I may have started running because of the hunters, but I kept running 'cause it was so much easier than stopping and having to think over my family's demise.

"Hence, the new city" he finishes. A look of understanding passing over his face.

"the new state" I correct sardonically, "I'm an overachiever" I joke wryly and shake my head.

Or a trainwreck waiting to happen.

He snorts loudly enough to attract attention from the three other candidates sitting nearby, their heads snap in our direction. Both Stiles and I duck down in our seats, his eyes are wide with embarrassment and mine with merriment. "They have bat ears" he whispers accusingly, but his eyes are soft and amused.

I laugh softly, "No, you're just loud." He huffs out a chuckle and runs his hand through his short hair.

Looking at him, here in this moment, I feel light. The soft washes of sunset hues splash like a watercolor painting across his face, it highlights the contours of his face and caresses the soft plains of his cheeks. It feels as though all the color in the world has gained a new depth, a new three dimensional quality to it.

It was this moment that I had a distant feeling would lead me somewhere, where? I wouldn't know, but this frozen minute, I believe, was like the start of something indescribable.

Koi No Yokan, the premonition of falling in love.

It was with this thought that a feeling not unlike fear touched my heart.

"oh na na, just be careful, na na

Love ain't simple, na na

Promise me no promises"

- Cheat Codes "No Promises (feat. Demi Lovato)