Notes:

Hello!

Back again so soon.

I guess I just had a creative burst, and I wrote two more chapters. I guess this sort of makes up for the 2-month hiatus.

I hope you enjoy these next two chapters.

Let me know what you think after you've read it; I love reading your comments.

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Stiles POV:

Drowning isn't fun. It's like you're having a panic attack, except you can't just fix it by controlling your breathing. You actually have to do the opposite and hold your breath even more. You have to make sure no matter what happens, you don't let any water in.

You have to make sure that all the breath trapped in your lungs stays there and holds out for as long as possible. But simultaneously, while you're doing that, you have to make sure that you don't go unconscious from the pressure in your head. It's a hard thing to do. But that's the only way to survive, I guess.

It felt like an hour, but I think I was only trapped under the water for five minutes at most. At the three-point marker, I had no more breath left.

Apparently, shouting curses at the sky was not good when you were trying to hold your breath. I should've taken a deep breath before that happened, but I was not thinking smart or very well at that moment. I'm almost positive I was just plain panicking. But could you blame me? I was tied to a chair and slowly being drowned?

Once I started choking on the water and subsequently drowning myself. I was slowly losing consciousness. Yet suddenly, as if it was never there in the first place, the water disappeared. The only evidence that there was any water at all was my soaking wet clothes and my uncontrollable coughs. I was desperately hacking and coughing roughly, trying to dispel the water from my lungs.

The moment I caught my breath, I was just confused. First, this person kidnapped me; then, he locked me in the basement somewhere. Then he decides to drown me. But no, not drowned me because I'm not dead, but he decides to, what? Torture me?

Well, he's doing a fucking good job of whatever he's doing. I've had enough, and I just want to go home. I'll do anything not to have to go through that again because it is terrifying.

The drowning itself, even though it's scary, it's all right; in a sense, I've done it before. The fear that I was going to die, the fear that I've always had since this whole supernatural shit storm happened. This overwhelming fear of death. That is what truly bothered me. That feeling... it's never left me, and it's a constant in my life, which is what makes it so unsettling, and I'd rather not feel it so close ever again.

You know what, I will figure out the Kitsune stuff all on my own. I don't need a teacher, not this kind of teacher. I don't know what sort of bullshit test this may have been, but I'm done. I don't care anymore. I'd like this to be over. I will disappear from this person's life and never bother them again if I just don't die. They can have their secrets in their teaching, and their whatever the fuck they do, I'm good. You know what figuring out my hybrid self is probably my own problem, and I'll deal with it on my lonesome. No worries. Let's just get the fuck out of here first.

"Hey jackass who just tried to drown me! I know you're listening, you bastard! Listen, I don't care about the teaching anymore; just send me on my way, and let's never talk ever again. We could just part ways and no problem. Come on, dude, if you're gonna kill me, just do it already!"

I think he's not gonna kill me. He had all this time to murder me, and he has not done it yet, so if murder is not the goal, just leave me alone. Or at least talk to me. Damn.

Well, it seems my prodding for once got him to appear in front of me. Instead of appearing out of thin air, he just jumped down from where I thought he was, up in the ceiling or in the rafters wherever. I still see him holding the stupid samurai sword; it was still sheathed, at least this time. The man, mute as ever, just walks up to me. Not saying anything, but it steadily gets real close.

He's about two steps away from my face when he leans down and looks me directly in my eye. His eyes are blue, but a deeper blue than Peters, and they're glowing supernaturally.

"Show me your true self!" The man in front of me said.

It wasn't a question; it was a command. But what did true self mean? Am I supposed to like shift? But he doesn't even know that I'm a werewolf. Can I shift into a Kitsune? Is that even possible?

Thankfully he notices the confusion on my face and clearly explains it better. But just as rough with his commanding voice.

"Your eyes, show me!"

Well, that was a lot clearer.

I'm guessing he wants to see my purple eyes. Well, I'm not really in a position to argue here, so I might as well. My eyes glow an iridescent purple, the same supernatural tint as all supernatural creatures' eyes have. Whatever ability that makes our eyes glow. I'm showing it to the man across from me, and it's reflected back in his eyes.

The man stood abruptly after looking at my eyes for a few minutes. He draws his sword, unfortunately, again. And points it to my neck, again.

"Not this again," I mumble.

"If you didn't want yourself in this predicament, then you shouldn't have come for me." The man said.

This man had the nerve to say that to me!

This is the man who told me to come to him because he could help me learn, and now he's telling me that I shouldn't have even come in the first place because I should've known that he was going to be a psychopath.

I AM PISSED!

"You're telling me that! Why the hell did you agree to be my teacher if you were just gonna reject me like this? I would've gone to someone else! Hell, anyone else!"

I clearly tried to stress to this oblivious man in front of me.

"I would've preferred just trying to figure it out myself. I did not need to be kidnapped and tortured. I've had enough of that in my life, and I don't really need to repeat." I grumble.

It's not like he's even listening to what I'm saying. Because for some reason, everything I do makes him want to stick a sword in my face.

"You are the threatening one. What does Nogitsune need me to teach them? Other than causing strife and chaos, what do you need to know? Your only purpose is to trick and deceive; you only came here for an evil reason, so don't try to deceive me any more. You lived for 1000 years; how do you need a teacher still?" The man said roughly.

What the fuck is he talking about? Nogitsune? I thought I was a Kitsune, just a normal Kitsune... fuck I know nothing could go my way. Is he fucking telling me that I'm not just a hybrid? I am not just a weird hybrid between a werewolf and a Kitsune.

Nooo, noooo, noooo, I am so much fucking worse. I am a hybrid between a werewolf and a Nogitsune. Seriously... fuck my life.

Now I can understand why he kidnapped me upon contact and why he was torturing me. Because I have dealt with a Nogitsune, as well, and honestly, I don't blame him. Because Nogitsunes are a fucking nightmare, and if you don't immediately capture and or kill them, you will have a catastrophe on your hands.

Now while I don't blame him and I sort of understand his way of thinking. I am not really a Nogitsune. At least I don't have chaos and strife on my mind. Actually, I'm trying to avoid it at all costs in general. I'm actually pretty well balanced, weirdly. I don't know whether it's because I'm a hybrid or because I just started out in this weird life.

But I'm still fucking pissed because while I understand his line of thought. After being the one who was kidnapped and tortured, I can't really say I'm happy in this situation. Actually, I would say that I am extremely unhappy and furious.

But since I am still tied to a chair, and he has the power to drown me at will, I will be peaceful and calm about this so that I can get out of the situation and go home in one piece.

"Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. While I did ask Eleanor, my old boss, to set me up with another Kitsune and for you to be my teacher. I can say that I did not expect all these grievances with it, as I said in my previous emails with you. I am new at this. I don't know if this is a common occurrence, but I was not born a Kitsune, but I was turned into one. I didn't want to say this over email because it was kind of sensitive. But since we're in person and this is the only way out of this situation, I'll tell you. A few years ago, I ran into a Nogitsune. Chaos, strife, the whole shebang. It was terrible. And I got possessed by the Nogitsune. I eventually got unpossessed and was relatively fine afterward; after we sealed the Nogitsune, everything was good. Later on, I was attacked by a Wendigo who tried to kill me because of a grudge. You don't really need to know the finer details, but I accidentally killed him. It was completely self-defense. I didn't even touch the guy. I knocked a pole, and it stabbed him in his chest. Anyway, after killing this person, it triggered something that I was born with. If you didn't know, there are some werewolves who, after they kill someone, turns into a werewolf. And, of course, I happen to have the unfortunate luck of being one such person. And so after killing the Wendigo guy, I turned into a werewolf, and when I looked into a mirror, I had purple eyes. And I knew that was weird because all my friends had yellow eyes. So, in conclusion, I figured something was wrong. And later, I found out that I was a Kitsune of some sort. And then I found out I was a hybrid. Which in it of itself is rare. Extremely so, or so I'm told. And after that, I met Eleanor shortly afterward, and well, the rest is kind of history as you know it."

I said in one long spew.

"I didn't know that I am coming off as a Nogitsune; if I did, I would've given you a heads up ahead of time promise. But this is news to you as it is news to me." I finished trying to implore my sincerity through my words.

"Ahhh, that explains the werewolves."

It was the only response I got.

This confused me because I'm almost positive I never shifted in front of him.

"What werewolves?" I asked.

"The ones that came here to rescue you." He says nonchalantly.

I listen around me. I was kind of just focusing on my immediate surroundings, not the outside world. Drowning kind of does that to you. You know fucks you up a little. But I couldn't hear anything. Now that I thought about it, I couldn't really hear anything outside of this room.

"Wha... I don't hear them?" I say, trying to listen harder, but my face just kind of looks like I'm constipated, and it has no added effect.

The man before me laughs, not really a laugh, more like a deep chuckle.

"Oh, you can't hear them. They walked into the trap I set outside."

Trap? TRAP!

How does he even know to set up a trap first of all? And second of all, are they okay?

"If you hurt them, I will kill you, Nogitsune or not. You'll be dealing with a werewolf instead." I say, trying to be as threatening as possible.

I am not one for killing or murder in any form. I actually find it really gross and disgusting, and it kind of makes me wanna throw up.

But nobody hurts my friends, no my pack, no matter what.

"Relax, your friends are fine, and I have no qualms with werewolves. They're a little bit too rough for my taste, but I don't mess with them, and they generally don't even know I exist. All I did was separate them. One or two may be unconscious, but that's their own fault. It's not my fault they were dumb enough to fall into my trap." He says, finally sheathing his sword.

"I'll believe you for now. Hold on, let me go collect your friends." He says as he suddenly just disappears into thin air again.

I gotta know how he's doing that; it's just so cool. As much as he's an asshole, it's so cool!

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Notes:

Rei is quite the character. I think he's one of my fave supernatural creatures to write about.

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