Red Tail || BxB

--Chapter 1--

~about 2 weeks after the Nogitsune~

Stiles puts a hand on the wall of his shower and lets the water run down his back and face. When he can't hold his breath any longer he exhales making sure to blow so the water running over his chapped lips would move out of the way, preventing any of if from entering.

After about a minute of doing this he lifts his head up and stares at the shower head. The water trickles down his neck and makes an invisible thin layer over his skinny pale body. It wasn't nearly as pale as when Void possessed him but it still didn't seem to be back to 100% full color. Not including the dark foreign mark that seemed to imbedded in his skin that a certain trickster spirit had left under his skin after it put him through the actual Hell itself.

Void. God how much stiles hated him. He took away his mind, all his bodily functions. Worst of all he took away his friends.

Aiden was dead. Ethan left with Danny. Allison died. Isaac had to leave because he couldn't cope with the fact that she was dead. Everyone was just gone, and it was all because of Void.

No. It was because of him. He let him in, he let this happen. He was the one who made life hell. Because it was stiles who dragged Scott into the woods in the middle of the night to find a dead body.

Stiles slams his hand back into the wall and winces when his hand slips and gets cut on an old piece of paint protruding from the wall that at the time his dad couldn't manage to pay for since times were tough. Too many doctor bills, the Eichen House bill, etc. Stiles looks at his hand and turns off the water. When it stops raining down on him he slides the curtains and steps out of the shower grabbing an old white towel that was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. When he grabs it some blood gets spread on one side.

"Shit." Stiles turns on the faucet and puts the stained part under it plugging the drain and turning off the water once it covers the top of the towel.

He takes another look at his hand. It wasn't bad, it was only a scratch as wide as a charging cord that made its way a little less than half way down the palm of his hand. Blood was managing to spill out of every crack and it was starting to form a small pool in the swirls and sworls of his hand. He grabs some toilet paper, which was the only current supply of helpfulness that was available in his bathroom, and wraps it around his hand.

Once it's covered he grabs another towel from under the sink. This time it's a dark blue, not white. He wraps it around his waist not bothering to dry his hair since he went back to buzz cut after the Nogitsune.

Scott always said that after he grew his hair out that he was more 'attractive', while stiles agreed with that statement he didn't like or enjoy how much work it took to gel it and so forth.
As stiles grabbed some boxer briefs to replace his towel he took a moment to think about Scott.

After the Nogitsune he didn't act quite the same around stiles. In fact the whole pack had kind of drifted away from him. The only person that ever really talked to him was Lydia and that was still rare.

Stiles shook it off and slipped on a pair of navy jeans and a random white t-shirt adding a blue flannel. After pulling that on he realized that the blood had stoped adding to the toilet paper on his hand. He took off his homemade bandage and tossed it in the trash can before going into the bathroom and gently rinsing the cut.

Once it was rinsed off he just put some medicine on it and grabbed his backpack full of books. He tossed it over his shoulder and grabbed a protein bar from the cupboard when he passed the kitchen, unwrapping it as he walked and putting the wrapper on the window sill telling himself he would throw it away when he got home. Even though he knew he'd forget.