Sound.

His ears are tuned to the sound of her voice, a voice he could pick out of thousands.

He knows her voice better than he knows himself, it means everything to him, just a word from her can send him spinning through space and time, make a great impact on his day, bring him up or pull him down.

Her voice has magical qualities, he's sure of it.

If he's sad, had a bad day at school, lost someone close to him or thought for too long about his mother, wanting nothing more than to just cry, let it all out, she can somehow save him. One word from her, just the sound of her voice, her laugh, her steady heartbeat, it's enough to bring him back, save him from the pain.

Hers is the only sound that can reach him when he's panicking. He hates his panic attacks, hates them with a burning passion, the way he can't breathe, can't think, the way the world fades and distorts until he can't tell which way is up is horrible to him, he feels like he's just being pulled further under, plunging deeper into the abyss that is his fear, his panic.

Her voice can save him from that, it's the only thing that makes sense to him in that state. When the world is churning and right is left, he can still hear her, still understand her, her voice is like a miracle, a cure, it's a drug that can save him from himself.

It's her laugh too.

Her laugh is the most beautiful sound to him, his ears long for it, crave the sweet sound of her giggle, he's addicted. He finds there's just something about the musical tone of her chuckle that can brighten up his day, no matter how dark, no matter how hopeless or useless he feels, even in an apocalypse her laugh could distract his thoughts, hijack his brain into believing that anything is possible, that he could survive just about anything.

Her laugh, her voice, they put even the most beautiful singers to shame, no one compares to her, no one can come close. Her laugh is like the sweetest music, like coming home, like hot chocolate on a winters day, her laugh is the light, the warmth, it makes everything okay, makes everything worthwhile.

It's like joy in his ears, travelling through his mind and down his veins, stopping his heart and entering his lungs. Just pure joy, her voice sounds like happiness, it brings him joy.

She has a voice like honey to him, smooth and sweet, like velvet, like happiness. Because that's how he feels when he hears her - happy. Like he's the luckiest man on the planet. Like nothing bad could ever happen. Like he's indestructible.

It's quite dangerous really. She could ask him to do anything, to say anything and he'd do it, just so he could hear her voice. He's knows he's lucky that she wouldn't ask him anything unreasonable.

When she talks to him, it puts him in a trance, it's like he's hypnotised by her, like her voice consumes and overwhelms him. He hangs on every single word she says, listens intently, his resolve never wavers. He must listen to her, he must hear her voice, must encourage her to go on. He knows it's odd, stranger even, he doesn't know why he does it but he finds himself willing her to speak, to continue what she's saying, to go on and on and on and never stop. He just wants to hear her, just wants to hear her voice. He thinks he might be addicted.

Sometimes, he thinks she notices that he never interrupts her, always asks her to expand on what she's saying, to carry on, he suspects that she might have realised what he's doing. Maybe not in its entirety, but she knows. Maybe she thinks that he just doesn't like talking, he'll never know. She doesn't question him else, never verbally picks up on what he's doing. He's glad she doesn't ask.

After all, it's hard to answer with joy in your lungs.


"Stiles," Lydia called from across the room, empty but for the two of them on this cold November night, "Come look at this, I think I've found something."

Stiles, who had up till now been lay sprawled out on the floor, eyes scanning over multiple mythology books at the same time. They had been instructed to find out all they possibly could on Kira, her abilities, her powers, other types of foxes. Every once in a while Stiles would read something about the Nogitsune and squirm where he lay, but in his pride he'd never let Lydia know how much this affected him.

There was a new player in town see, someone they suspected to be a fox, though good or bad, Kitsune or Nogitsune they did not know, she was almost, somewhere in between.

Stiles heaved himself up and travelled across the library to reach Lydia, who was perched on the edge of a table, books spread all across the wooden surface, but one book sat firmly in her hands, like it had done the last twenty minutes.

"Here," She spoke, handing the book to Stiles, "Read this."

He went to take the book, hoping that maybe their fingers would accidently touch in the process but thought better of it, he could never read this as well as her. "Could you read it to me?" He asked, sitting down in a chair beside her, "I've got the Alpha of all headaches."

Lydia laughed quietly at this, a musical, rhythmical sound and Stiles fought desperately to find something to follow it up with, anything to keep her laughing but she soon stopped. And she started to read.

"There are two common classifications of Kitsune. The Zenko are benevolent, celestial foxes associated with the god Inari; they are sometimes simply called Inari foxes. On the other hand, the Yako also called Nogitsune tend to be mischievous or even malicious." Stiles faked a brutal laugh at this, he knew - they both knew - just how malicious a Nogitsune could be. "Local traditions add further types. For example, a Ninko is an invisible fox spirit that human beings can only perceive when it posseses them."

Lydia looked sceptically at Stiles, who despite the mention of the Nogitsune was on a high. Her voice, it soothed him. He looked up to her, hoping, praying even, that there was more, that she would continue.

"Are you okay?" Lydia asked, "Is it your headache?"

Stiles nodded but it was a lie, he knew that.

He was merely in love with the sound of her voice.

Lydia smiled, "We can finish this tomorrow. Have you had any aspirin?"


Sorry if the information about Kitsunes is incorrect or anything like that, I merely went on what I found.

Please review, I'm getting serious demotivated.