Notes:

I had plans to update this yesterday, but I fell asleep. Oops. Anyway, life was stressful yesterday, but it's better today. So I'm okay.

I like my classes so far. I only have one new one left; I'll be in class tomorrow, so I'll see what's up then.

This school is giving me a big headache, but I'll deal; even if I deal badly, I'll deal.

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Another POV:

"So what now?" The boy asked, half lying on the floor because the chains wouldn't let him sit up straight.

All of his friends were still unconscious as I hadn't woken them up yet. They're a little bit hard to deal with because of the range of supernatural creatures they are. I was being precautious.

"Now your friends wake up," I told the boy as I materialized behind him.

I picked him up off the floor and made him stand up on his own while I held onto the chains he was wrapped in. It's always good to have a backup plan. And holding a hostage is a backup plan. At least until I get the story straight and make sure everything is as he says it is. Snapping my fingers once wakes them up from their mild slumber. It isn't tough to do once you know how to control the mind. 100 years of practice helps as well.

They were all slow to wake up. There are some side effects of messing with people's minds. A little grogginess here and there, but generally, you end up fine in the end. The worst case is a dreadful headache, but that rarely happens anymore. I only accidentally killed someone the first time I did it. And that was years ago when I was still a little kit. But I'm qualified to teach someone technically, and now I don't make those mistakes anymore.

"Hey, guys!" The boy called out.

He tried to walk forward, but I pulled him back as he was my hostage still. That snaps the four people in the room's attention straight to us. They all stand up quicker than before when they were holding their heads in grogginess. They were all glaring daggers at me. I can assume why. But at the moment, I still have the upper hand. Even though we weren't in the illusion anymore, I could still control the situation enough not to die even though my odds don't look so great.

A hunter, a vampire, a werewolf, and a banshee; what a weird pack. And to top it off, and Nogitsune-werewolf hybrid. I feel like I'm out of my league right now.

"Hello. I would say sorry, but I'm not that kind of guy. Plus, I still don't know if I can trust you yet. While your story does sound semi-convincing, I need some more facts. Explain to me when, where, and why you were possessed by the Nogitsune. Then we'll see about me believing you." I said to the boy adjacent to me.

The boy grimaced and looked out to his friends. He did look skeptical at the hunter, which at least meant he wasn't completely stupid to not fully trust one. Actually, now that I looked at it more clearly, they all looked wary of the hunter. Hmm. The werewolf was barely holding onto control. I can see his eyes flickering blue from over here. The banshee looks nervous; she seemed not as experienced as the others in her group. The vampire looked nonchalant and slightly pissed. But he didn't look worried or nervous at all. It was a little disconcerting, to say the least.

It was disconcerting because everyone else looked truly nervous around me except for the vampire. And while vampires are almost indestructible, they are not completely so. Another thing that has been bugging me about this vampire is that it's still daylight outside, and he looks as uncrispy as ever. So obviously, there is some magic at play here. But it's not like I haven't seen a vampire walk around in the daylight before. It's just rare.

"Fine, fine, fine, me and my friends lived in a town called Beacon Hills. In Beacon Hills, there's a tree that got chopped in half a long time ago but never minded anyway that tree is called a Nemeton. And it was like a magic tree or whatever. And there was this Darach, a dark druid if you don't know. And she went around killing people in threefold sacrifices. And she kidnapped my father and my friend's parents. And to find them before they were subsequently sacrificed, we did a ritual. And that ritual helped us find the Nemeton but also opened the door into our minds. And while we were supposed to close them, I failed in doing so. The Nogitsune found its way inside, and chaos and strife followed. This happened about two years ago." The boy quickly explained.

He obviously skimmed through his story, but I'm not heartless enough to not see the pain etched in his face; I won't make him relive those moments. I've dealt with my fair share of Nogitsunes. But I would never imagine being a possessed human. Nor can I believe he was a survivor of it in the first place. I've only ever heard of one other case of a human surviving the possession of a Nogitsune; it is truly that rare.

While this is easy enough to fact check, I just have to look up Beacon Hills and look back on its history, I can't do it right now, so I may as well get other questions out of the way.

"So tell me about the werewolf part now. As I find that less believable than you surviving being possessed by a Nogitsune." I told the boy.

But instead of rushing through this one like the other, he looked scared. It's not like he was scared of my judgment. And it would kind of make no sense if his pack didn't already know. But now that I think about it, a hunter in a pack of supernatural creatures didn't make sense. But what made sense was his lack of distrust of the hunter. So it seems he was the odd one out.

But I didn't need to say anything.

"Just say it, Stiles. I think the faster we never have to see this guy, the better. And any way we can take care of Argent after this. I definitely don't mind." The wolf reassured the boy next to me.

"I can kill him now if you want." The vampire offered.

"Okay, hold on. I honestly don't care if he knows; the problem is Scott." The boy next to me says.

He says the name, Scott, in a weird tone. Almost like he's heartbroken* yet annoyed.

"I promise not to tell Scott. I have my own reservation about telling him anything at the moment. While I trust Scott, Deaton is giving me some uneasy feelings, to say the least." The hunter said.

I paused slightly at that. I've heard the name before, Deaton; he was a druid if I remember correctly. Someone that Eleanor knew. I've only heard mentions of his name. I've never met the man.

I remember a rumor surrounding him experimenting or murdering a werewolf while preaching about peace and balance. Honestly, it was years ago, 10 or 12 years ago, to be exact.

Honestly, I didn't pay much attention to it, nor did I really care. But druids are weird and slightly psychotic anyway.

"Right...Ah, whatever. A few months ago, I was in school reading a book, and I lost track of time, and by the time I left it was really dark, and I was all alone, and I tried to leave and go home, but my car wouldn't turn on. I tried to fix it, and while I was Donavon, a Wendigo who wanted to kill my father and me because he couldn't become a police officer cause he was straight-up crazy. Anyway, he attacked me, eating a chunk of my shoulder with his hand; however, that worked. Anyway, as I was trying to run away, I started to climb this scaffolding in the library of the school and uh... I uh...knocked a pipe off when he pulled my leg and uh... it um... fell and stabbed him through the chest. And he died, by my hand." The boy said having trouble getting through it.

"And the werewolf part?" I clarified I was curious at this point.

"Oh yeah, I was getting there. I killed someone, so it activated my werewolf genes or whatever, and I turned into a werewolf. But something else happened. I saw my face reflected in my car's mirror, and I saw yellow eyes for a moment before they switched to purple." The boy said, turning to me with purple eyes.

Honestly, when he told me the story, in the beginning, I didn't believe a word he said. But I have no way to explain what's happening other than the explanation he gave me as much as I distrust Nogitsunes because they spread chaos and strife, and they're very good at tricking people. I can see the honesty in his face. Now that's not really a good judge of character, but it matches up kind of well with my instincts. My instincts are telling me he's a Nogitsune, but he's too young. Nogitsunes are so powerful because they are so old. They have to live for 1000 years to become one, and the boy is just a kid. A very, very unlucky child but a child nonetheless. And it seems that I may have acted a bit too forceful. But honestly, you can't blame me. I was just being precautious.

"Do you believe me now?" The boy asks.

But instead of answering, I snap my fingers, and all the chains that were wrapped around him fall to the floor and then disappeared altogether. They were also just an allusion, but if you believe in allusion enough, it becomes reality.

"As much as your story is hard to believe, I can't explain your situation any other way. But the rarity of a hybrid happening is so incredibly rare. I'm pretty sure you're the second hybrid I've ever heard of in history. I know it's going to give you lots of trouble in the future. A lot of supernatural beings don't like when things that are naturally unnatural get even weirder. That's just a warning. Watch yourself."

He is a child. I should give him some advice. And he is a Kitsune, whether a Nogitsune or a Kitsune, he's half a fox, and While we don't travel in packs, we tend to lend a hand to each other every now and then.

Though we rarely ever meet up and mix. I haven't seen another Kitsune in about 20 years. Or was it 30 years? I don't know; it was a long time ago. Though all the years kind of blend together unless something significant happens. I'll be sure not to forget this year though, imagine my surprise meeting a hybrid. What a weird turn my life took.

"That being said, I don't think you'll accept, but I don't mind offering to teach you a little bit. There are conflicting interests, understandable after everything that happened today. However, you do need to get yourself under control. Because anytime you meet another Kitsune, this will happen because while there are some Kitsune who thrive off of the destruction that Nogitsunes create, others will take you as a threat and kill you on the spot. The only reason I didn't kill you was because of Eleanor. I found it odd that she would send someone to kill me as we were fairly in good relations. And I hadn't done anything overly evil in quite a while. I only offer you teaching because I feel that I made a mistake. Of course, you can find another teacher if you'd like, though you may have to travel to Japan to find anyone nearly as competent. There's not too many of us in America." I said, stepping back slightly.

At the moment, nothing was stopping them from getting revenge.

"Oh great, I had to go through that shit, and now I have to see you more often." The werewolf half-heartedly complained.

The vampire was quite watching. And the banshee rushed up to the boy as soon as I stepped back.

"Stiles, are you okay?" She asked, going to hug him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?" The boy responds, hugging her back.

"I'm fine. Don't worry. So are you gonna accept?" She asks.

The boy looks thoughtful.

I can only imagine he's sorting through the pros and cons of being taught by me. While this mishap today was a mistake. There are overwhelming benefits of him becoming my student. Not exactly for me since I have to take care of a kid, but for the child, at least being able to hide the fact that he is a Nogitsune would help him live for a few more years at least. Also, figuring out what kind of fox he is would also help him in his journey.

I expect him to accept. And I'm not disappointed in that prediction.

"Okay. This was the original plan anyway. Let's just forget this day ever happened. Honestly, I just want to go to sleep right now and catch up on lost sleep. And we can talk about this all another day." The boy said, yawning midway through the sentence.

I guess it has been a full day. Since I kidnapped him at 3 AM and it's around six, and the sun is setting.

"Wise choice. I'll come to find you in a week." Was my parting words before I disappeared.

Before I left, I put a tracker on the kids so I could find them later. But other than that, I didn't mess with them anymore.

I don't know about the rest of his pack, but at the moment the boy is my student, so I'll take care of him.

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Notes:

So whatcha think so far?

I really love this character I'm creating.

Also, I'll stop writing {Another POV} when he introduces himself formally. Because at the moment, no one but Stiles knows who he is, and the Kitsune messed with Stiles' memory a bit, so the next chapter should clear stuff up in that regard.

*Ahh, also I used heartbroken, in the form of betrayal, not love. Just to clarify.