consumed ➷ stiles stilinski [2]

00. prologue

listen to: moon - little people

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Misawa, Japan

1941

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The world was at war. Terrible, terrible war.

Humans and supernatural alike raged through the cities and towns throughout the globe, searching for a victory they would never achieve. As invincible and strong as I was, the explosions I heard when I went to sleep frightened me.

Though I did not sleep alone.

World War II was a time where supernatural creatures were often misunderstood. In fact, many didn't even know that they were a werewolf, banshee, or kitsune. Even in their innocence, they were attacked and humiliated because they were different. Many were brutally killed or sent into battle as punishment for being unique.

There were tales of supernatural massacres happening in Misawa, Japan, but I was one of the few that knew the rumors were actually true.

I was drawn to the city just after the Japanese invaded China in 1941. It was then I was greeted by a group of kitsunes.

The night air made goosebumps rise on my flesh, and the fog that surrounded the city made it difficult to see anything in front of me -- even with my supernatural sight. I stood alone in the middle of the town, wondering where all the citizens were. It was only nine o'clock, and Misawa was a busy little city.

"Hey." A gruff voice caught my attention. I turned my head to the left, making out the silhouette of a man. "Shōjo. Little girl. What do you think you're doing out here?"

The man finally walked out of the shadows and I could see him clearly. He wore a tan, military polo and khaki pants tucked into knee-high boots. My shirt was tight against my skin and was ripped in a few choice areas; my journey here was definitely not an easy one.

I watched as the man's eyes travelled down my body, shining with curiosity and pleasure. I instantly regretted coming here without a spare set of clothes.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head. "Answer me, shōjo. What are you doing out here?"

"Waiting," I replied in fluent Japanese. The man seemed surprised that I could speak in his native language. "Are you an officer?" I nodded towards the badge tied around his bicep.

He grimaced, but before he could speak, a petite, teenage girl emerged from the fog and stood beside him. She eyed me, her fear evident on her face. There was a powerful, bright orange aura around her -- one that seemed so strong the girl couldn't mask it.

I quirked an eyebrow. "Kitsunes?"

The man's heartbeat quickened and he instantly moved to stand in front of the girl. "We don't want any trouble."

"Is she your daughter?"

His eyes widened, and he started digging through his pockets. He threw a couple Japanese yen coins towards me. "Please. Just take our money and leave."

I slowly bent down and picked up every coin, placing them in the palm of my hand. I moved deliberately, not wanting to startle the two kitsunes. The Universe had our paths intersect for a reason, and I had a good feeling I knew what that reason was.

Once I stood back up, I placed the yen back in the man's pocket. "I do not want your money." A small smile grew on my lips. "In fact, I do not want anything from you."