Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

The Fox and the Wolf Part 2

Mrs. Yukimura fiddled with the blade fragments, organizing them until they were roughly in the shape they had been before.

"Kira, I need your help on this. There isn't much time," Mrs. Yukimura said. Kira had her arms crossed as she stood next to her mother. I had pulled up a chair to the desk and laid my head on Stiles' pillow as I watched Mrs. Yukimura. I was trying my best not to fall asleep, and so far, I think I was doing pretty good.

Kira rolled her eyes at her mom, obviously upset that she never bothered to tell her before now.

"And this is something that needs to be done in the daylight," Mrs. Yukimura insisted, standing up straight when Kira didn't reply.

"Not until you tell us everything," Kira denied. Mr. Yukimura told his wife to tell us, and Mrs. Yukimura glared at me and Scott.

"Wolves and foxes tend not to get along," she sneered.

"Yeah, I said that at first, too. The whole cats-and-dogs thing. You'd be surprised," I muttered before I could stop myself. She ignored me, but by this point, I expected that.

"And not just in fables and stories," she continued.

Mr. Yukimura quickly corrected, "But allies, however unlikely, should be welcomed. Especially in times of war." It seemed he was the level-headed one in the relationship. Good to know.

Mrs. Yukimura stared at him open-mouthed before looking back over to us and pursing her lips. She slammed down a piece of blade on the table with a metallic thud before she continued her story.

Noshiko ran down the thin path between the walls towards Rhys. He had his back to her and his arms crossed. She grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged him so his back hit the wall. He looked at her confused, thinking she was mad still, but then they smiled at each other.

Noshiko grabbed the collars of his jacket and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

"Why do I like you when you're acting tough?" Noshiko smiled.

Rhys smiled back at her, unable to keep himself from doing so. "Maybe because you want me to be a fighter."

"No," she replied seriously. "I like my handsome medic."

"Don't like him too much," Rhys warned, looking around to check if anyone was coming. "Your handsome medic is getting worried." Noshiko frowned at him, already knowing what he was going to say. "I think you need to ease up on all the stuff you're taking off the truck, Noshiko. Especially medical supplies. People are starting to notice."

Stubbornly, Noshiko dropped her hands from his chest, saying, "So what if they notice?" Rhys spoke her to in Japanese. "You're quoting Japanese proverbs to me?" While she didn't like the phrase, she loved hearing him say it.

"The stake that sticks out gets hammered down," Rhys repeated, this time in English. "It's a good proverb. You know they're gunna come in and just confiscate everything, right? They'll punish everyone and get them to turn you in. That's how they do it in the Army."

"Okay, I get it," Noshiko interrupted unhappily. "And if missing a few bottles of Aspirin is that bad, I'll bring them back." She had no real intention of doing so, she just wanted to see what he'd say about it.

Rhys sighed and said, "Let me help. I can get stuff, too. I can be pretty sly, myself." He smiled as she blushed when he touched her cheek. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a treat for her, and immediately her face split in two.

"Is that chocolate?" she asked, nearly salivating already. She tried to grab it, but he held it out of her reach, giving her an expectant look as she frowned.

"I thought you liked it when I'm tough," he teased, smiling cheekily.

"I like chocolate more," she replied, snatching it out of his hand with a smile. She glanced up at him to see him already leaning in for a kiss, which she happily reciprocated, holding him as close as close could get.

"Okay, stop! Just stop!" Kira interrupted. Good thing, too, because I was beginning to miss Stiles again and that was not the goal of this story. Well, I was assuming it wasn't. "We don't want to hear your Casablanca story. We wanna know how to save Stiles."

"Mm. Seconded," I murmured into the pillow. Sleep deprivation was making me finally crack. I didn't even want to know how Stiles was surviving it.

Mrs. Yukimura looked sternly at Kira. "I'm trying to tell you."

"You're trying to stall," Scott corrected when Kira lost the balls to do it. I don't blame her. Mrs. Yukimura wasn't nearly as intimidating as Allison's mom, but her unpleasant attitude would've made it hard on any daughter to refute their mothers.

Both Kira and her mother looked to Scott, so he explained, "When the sun goes down, the Oni are gunna come after them again, aren't they?"

"Your friend is gone, Scott," Mr. Yukimura blurted.

"You don't know that for sure," I said, not hiding the bite in my tone. He glanced at me sadly like all he could do was pity me, and I repeated my mental mantra so calm myself down as I felt my claws start to slide out. "You brought the Oni. Can you call them off?" I was calmer as I spoke, which would hopefully make her more inclined to help me.

"It's not his fault," Kira said slowly.

Mrs. Yukimura didn't care. "Stiles may be your best friend, your boyfriend, family, but he is Nogitsune now. He is void."

"Can you call them off?" I repeated louder, standing up and gripping the edges of the desk. My claws dug into the underside of the wood as I tried to remain in control. Before Scott could hold me back, Mrs. Yukimura spoke just as loudly.

"When you hear the rest of the story, you won't want me to." We glared at each other, and this time, Scott had to sit me back down so they wouldn't see I was practically shaking with rage. How dare she accuse me of such a thing. Like I would just let the Oni kill him when there was a way that I could save him instead?

The scent of Stiles' pillow wafted into my nose, and I automatically felt calmer, my claws retracting.

"Rhys and I found ways to see each other," she said after a bit. "Sometimes at the barracks. Sometimes in the bunkers where they parked the military vehicles. He was being transferred to North Africa in a few weeks. I was teaching him French."

Rhys and Noshiko sat in the back of a vehicle, partially clothed, and he attempted to speak the French he saw in the book. Noshiko corrected him gently, smiling at him, and he repeated it, their lips mere centimeters apart.

"Coup de foudre."

"Not bad," Noshiko praised. "It's an idiom. But the literal translation is 'bolt of lightning'." Rhys slapped the book closed as he smiled and said something else in French. Noshiko smiled, impressed. "I don't remember teaching you that."

"That one is self-taught," he grinned, staring at her lips. "Figured it might come in handy." He said it again, then translated, "Kiss me." Noshiko smiled, biting on her lip before doing as he asked, holding the back of his neck gently.

They jumped apart as the sound of a car door opening alerted them to possible incomers. Rhys creeped out of the car and Noshiko stayed near, but in the car. Out the gate some feet away, Merrick, Hayes, and the camp doctor stood, talking privately. The doctor pulled out a wad of cash, flipping through to-.

"Noshiko!" Mr. Yukimura said. Mrs. Yukimura looked down to see blood dripping from her palm as she gripped a piece of blade too hard.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Kira tried to reach out, but Mrs. Yukimura pulled her hand away. She pulled the blade from her palm and let it drop to the table. She smiled at her husband as he handed her a paper towel to wipe the blood from her hand.

When she revealed her palm to us, nothing was there. Not even a scratch.