Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Fifty Five

As we approached the school, Stiles halted us. Kira's hand tightened on Scott's arm. She had met us there in preparation for any shit show that we might walk into. I focused on Stiles, watching him curiously. He took a breath, and his vision swept across the four of us, and then to the school.

"Hold on— I know what you're all thinking. If this works, it might kill me, too. But even if it does, you have to go through with it. Stick with the plan, okay?" Stiles said. My body stiffened and I looked at him for a moment.

"The plan is to save you, you idiot," I muttered. Stiles gave me an exasperated look, and Scott grinned.

"That's the plan I'm going with," Scott said. I gazed at Stiles with determination. I put my hand on his chest, and I stared at him.

"You're gonna make it through this," I promised. Stiles put his hand over mine.

"We are, Y/n. You and me," he murmured. I nodded, and we approached the door. As we walked in, the school was morphed into a garden covered in snow. I saw a fountain in the middle, and my eyes flashed over to Scott's and then back to Stiles. Stiles looked at all of us. "Okay, this is definitely not part of the plan," he muttered. We walked into the garden and the large doors shut behind us. I shivered, and Stiles ran his hand up and down my arm.

"Like I promised, Stiles... We're going to kill all of them, one by one—," the Nogitsune walked out of the shadows near the doors. We all turned to face him. I pushed Lydia behind Scott, Kira and I, and I tried to step in front of Stiles. He wouldn't let me.

"What the hell is this? Where are we?" He demanded. The Nogitsune had a tilted, glitched out walk as he shifted over closer to us. In any other circumstance, I would be cracking up— But Stiles was dying, and we were running out of time.

"Between life and death," he said. I glanced back at Lydia.

"Bardo," she murmured, confirming my thoughts.

"But, there are no peaceful deities here, Lydia," the Nogitsune said. He turned to Stiles and I. "You're dying, Stiles... And now, everyone you care about is dying, too," he stated. I raised my eyebrows at the Nogitsune.

"What? What do you mean?" Stiles demanded.

"I've captured almost all of the territories on the board, Stiles— the hospital, the sheriff's station, and now the animal clinic," the demon said, raising one finger. I closed my eyes, my shoulders dropping slightly. The Nogitsune watched me with caution, and the Oni appeared around him.

"Do you know the ritual of seppuku, Stiles?" He asked. I groaned.

"No... And I don't want to," Stiles said. I rolled my eyes.

"Gross— and outdated," I muttered. The Nogitsune hissed at me and looked back to Stiles.

"When a samurai disembowels himself with his own sword to maintain his honor. But that's not the cut that kills him— the killing stroke is made by his kaishakunin, who beheads the samurai with his own katana. Scott... Scott is your kaishakunin. I'm going to make your best friend kill you, Stiles. And your little love can watch in despair. And you're going to let it happen... Because, just like you, they're all going to die. Everyone touched by an Oni's blade... Unless Scott kills you, first," the Nogitsune cackled. Stiles eyes watered, as I held on tight to him.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Stiles asked. I switched places with Lydia, as the Nogitsune cackled. I moved around the Oni carefully. They were focused on Scott and Kira.

"To win the game!"

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I stood behind a pillar, holding my breath. I looked out quickly and saw Stiles holding a blade to his stomach. I caught a gasp in my throat.