Like Real People Do

They had separated. All of them had gone different ways after the oni disappeared. Kira, Noshiko and Stiles retreated to the Yakimura home to figure out what was going to happen to him and his other self. Mr. Argent helped the rest of them come up with a story before the police arrived. Keeva was amazed that Argent wasn't crippled with grief and when Scott asked him how he was doing it, his response was simply, "It's what we do."

The police pulled up minutes after Argent coordinated the entire plan. He hadn't even tried to gather them all into a group. He'd barely managed to gather them close to the car after he'd pulled it into the lot before the police got there let alone moving them anywhere else. Isaac was huddled on the ground by the front tire, the wounds on his chest healed to the point that they looked like flesh wounds but still visible beneath his t-shirt. Scott was holding himself up against the iron bars of the gate with his back to the rest of them. Lydia was sitting in a daze in the passenger seat of the car, her legs hanging out the door. Keeva had managed to motivate herself to move close enough to look like she'd been in the car when it'd happened.

Everything was a fog. She didn't hear the police sirens as the cruisers and ambulances pulled up. The lights were a blur in her peripheral vision as Parrish and Stilinski stepped out of the car. The sheriff first approached Allison's body. Argent had taken her bow and quiver earlier and placed them in the trunk of his car. The sheriff examined her body, his eyes sad and his face crumpling. He turned back to face the group.

Parrish was on his knees in front of Isaac, attempting to gather a response but none came. When it was clear the boy wasn't going to respond to his deputy, the man called paramedics over who gently and cautiously began to examine him. Parrish then set his sights on Keeva and tried to get her to stand.

Stilinski moved aside as an EMT came up beside him and knelt beside Allison's body. Stilinski saw Argent and Scott huddled by the gate and quickly approached them. He took their statements, both on and off the record before escorting Argent to his car and making sure he was following the ambulance that was taking his daughter to the morgue.

That was two hours ago and they had all been escorted to the police station, taking turns providing their statements. Keeva was first and barely noticed when the sheriff gently gripped her elbow and helped her into his office. He was strictly providing guardian supervision while Parrish conducted the interviews.

"Keeva, can you remember anything else?" She blinked and turned her head to face the young deputy. He was so young. She was so young. She didn't deserve to die. None of them deserved any of this. They weren't supposed to be dealing with things like this. They were supposed to be worried about what their homework was the day before and what they were supposed to wear to school the next morning. They were supposed to worry about who was dating who and the competition for lacrosse next season. They weren't supposed to worry about dying.

"Keeva?" Parrish's soothing voice startled her out of her musings and she shook her head. She could feel a tear trail down her cheek. "It all happened so fast. So fast. I can't…I'm sorry." She whispered. Parrish nodded sympathetically and wrote something down in his notebook. He looked up and nodded once to the sheriff. He squeezed her shoulder and stood. "Tell Isaac to come in." Stilinski was speaking quietly so as not to startle any of them.

Keeva nodded and shakily pushed the door open. "Isaac." The taller boy jerked his head up to look at her and blinked like a deer caught in the headlights. She smiled as best she could and took his seat on the bench when he stood. She sagged against the wall beside Scott and waited.

It was maybe an hour before the Parrish finished interviewing them all. Argent had arrived ten minutes before to take Isaac home and Scott opted to stay and wait for Lydia when his dad asked to take him home. Lydia's mom was out of town and wouldn't be back until the morning.

The three of them just stood outside of the sheriff's office, unsure what to do next. Scott was antsy, bouncing on the balls of his feet and looking over his shoulder every five seconds. "I need to talk to Deaton." He said. Keeva swallowed thickly and rubbed her arms when goose bumps rose. "Can you take me home?" Scott turned to stare at her.

She met his gaze head on. "I want to change and then I can meet you guys at Deaton's office." Scott hesitated for half a second before nodding once and placing a hand on Lydia's shoulder and leading them out of the station. The entire ride to the Stilinski home was silent and tense. Their breathing was the only sound to fill the cabin of the car. The police had released Lydia's car from impound and Lydia was too frazzled to drive so she'd given Scott the keys.

The silence stretched throughout the entire ride to the Stilinski home. Keeva didn't have the energy to thank them as she stepped out of the car. "I'll call you when we find something." Scott said quietly. Keeva nodded before turning and heading towards the house.

She felt him before she saw him. The cold, sharp edge of a katana rested against the hollow of her throat the minute she turned to face him. "Your little alpha was so distracted he couldn't even smell my presence. Now, what does that say about him?" She heard him shift against the couch and stand, coming into the light.

She drew in a deep breath through her nose and examined his features. He was pale, deathly so and the skin around his eyes was a deep, painful purple. His lips were bloodless and cracked. He stopped to close for comfort and lewdly ran his eyes up and down her frame. When his eyes finally settled on hers, the cold metal of the katana left her skin and allowed her to relax on a microscopic level.

"What do you want?" She whispered wearily. The left corner of his mouth quirked up and he took a deep breath. "Many things, actually but for now I just want you…" He trailed his eyes slowly over her frame again. So slowly she could feel it. "To listen." She flicked her eyes to his face and took careful steps back as he stepped forward.

Soon enough her back hit the closed front door and he was crowding her against the frame. Every line of his body was pressed to every line of hers. She could feel his ribs expand when he breathed her in, his nose buried against the space where her neck and shoulder met. His hands wrapped around her wrists and brought them up above her head, grasping them in one hand tightly.

She turned her head away from him and closed her eyes, waiting for him to finish. He trailed the tip of his nose from her neck over the curve of her jaw and back behind her ear. She shivered unconsciously as his cool breath ghosted over the shell of her ear and across her temple. When he pulled back, she opened her eyes.

He was staring at her intently, his eyes blank but focused. "He's dying you know." She tensed and jerked roughly against the hands that held her. She couldn't move and he didn't either. He popped an eyebrow up into his hairline and continued to stare at her. "It's not like it's a surprise to you. You've known he's been dying since before we even separated. It's really just a matter of time."

She clenched her jaw tightly and shifted her legs, jerking her knee up between his legs. She should've expected him to see it coming. He easily blocked her knee with his free hand and roughly pushed her leg out and away from them, the outside of her thigh making contact with the wood of the door. She winced at the uncomfortable strain it put on her hamstring.

He pressed forward, nestling himself in the space between her legs and ensuring that she was incapable of attempting that move again. She narrowed her eyes when he leaned forward. "I'll make you bleed if you try it." He smirked at her. "I'm counting on it."

The press of his lips against hers was hard and rough, instantly drawing blood. She whimpered and pressed back, away from him. He wasn't deterred and pressed forward again, pushing his body harder against hers and pressing the air from her lungs. She was forced to open her mouth when she couldn't get air and this allowed him to push his tongue into her mouth. She grunted and clamped her mouth closed, trapping his tongue sharply between her teeth.

He wrenched his head back and away, spitting the pool of blood from his mouth onto the floor. His free hand came up sharply and tightly gripped her jaw at the hinges. She knew he would leave a bruise and stars exploded behind her eyes. Tears welled up and she whimpered under the pressure against her jaw.

He licked the remaining blood off his lips and leaned forward until their noses were touching. He didn't let up on his hold. "He's dying and there's nothing you can do to stop it." His eyes were cold and cutting as he searched her face. "You and your friends are going to lose and you'll have nothing left. I will watch as he dies and then, I will kill your alpha and the banshee and your cousin and that poor little beta and finally I'll come for you."

He tilted her head up and unceremoniously licked the column of her throat with the flat of his tongue. She cried out as best as she could against his hold but he jerked her head back around to face him before she could make further noise. "I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to open you up like a flower and I'm going to take everything you have and then some." He snarled. His lips were pulled back over his teeth like a wild animal. His gums and canines stained with blood, whose, she didn't know.

"I'm going to enjoy you until I get bored. And, who knows," He shrugged lazily. "Maybe I'll never grow tired of you." She felt her tears roll down her cheeks as the blood flow returned to her lower jaw when he released her. He pressed a bruising kiss to her forehead before he was gone. Disappeared before her eyes.

She slowly lowered her hands and rubbed the feeling back into her wrists. She jumped when her phone buzzed in the silence. She shakily pulled it out of her back pocket and swiped across the screen to answer. "Scott…" She listened as he told her what was going on. "I'll meet you there." She hung up and stumbled up the stairs. She still needed to change.

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She scurried out of her car and braced herself against the railing as Stiles stumbled out of the Jeep with Lydia at his back. She wrapped her arm around his waist and steadied him with Lydia on the other side. Scott came around the front and Kira stepped out after him, leading them all to the doors of the school.

"Scott, wait." Stiles said, stopping before they opened the doors. Scott turned around to face his best friend. "I know what you're all thinking that if this works then it might kill me too. Even if it does…You have to go through with it. Stick with the plan, okay?" Keeva squeezed his side and met Lydia's sad eyes.

"The plan is to save you." Keeva looked up at Scott. "That's the plan I'm going with." Stiles blinked, dumbfounded. Scott turned back to the door and easily pushed it open. Keeva gaped at the winter landscape that greeted them. Distinct Japanese architecture greeted them upon their entrance into the quad. Snow was falling around them and there was already a deep layer of it on the ground.

They walked until they reached the center of the courtyard and Keeva turned when the doors closed behind them. They were stuck. Stiles took careful steps away and sighed. "Well, this isn't part of the plan."

Keeva shivered against the cold. It was a shock to her system, the snow. She lived in California and wasn't used to something so cold. She snapped her head around when she heard a growl from behind. A creature in a leather aviator jacket and khakis with bandages around his face shuffled fitfully through the snow. "Like I said, Stiles. We're going to kill all of them. One by one."

The oni appeared on either side of them, dragging the tips of their swords through the snow. "What the hell is this? Where are we?" Scott asked, stepping closer to Stiles. Lydia and Keeva ducked underneath each of his arms and supported his weight while Kira twirled her katana through the air. "Between live and death."

Keeva drew her eyebrows together. "Bardot." She said. Lydia peered at her. The creature raised it's and shook it side to side in a negative manner. "But there are no peaceful deities here, Keeva." Scott turned his eyes to every corner of the courtyard. "You're dying, Stiles and now everyone you care about is dying, too." It took a step forward and Stiles leaned towards it.

"What? What do you mean?" If it cold smile, it would have. "I've captured almost all the territories on the board, Stiles. The hospital, the sheriff's station and now the animal clinic." Keeva felt him start to tremble against her and she slid her hand up his shoulder, steadying him. "Do you know the ritual of seppuku, Stiles?" Keeva and Lydia both tensed beneath Stiles. "No and I don't want to."

The creature lumbered towards them, his teeth glinting in the light. "Where the samurai disembowels himself with his own sword to maintain his honor but that's not the cut that kills you. The killing stroke is made by his kaishakunin who beheads the samurai with his own katana." The creature stretched out its bandaged hand and pointed to Scott. "Scott, Scott is your kaishakunin." Scott shook his head and stared determinedly at the creature. "I'm going to make your best friend kill you, Stiles and you're going to let him."

Keeva tightened her grip on Stiles and stared hard at the evil being demanding that Stiles kill himself. "Because just like you they're all going to die. Everyone touched by an oni's blade. Unless Scott kills you first." Keeva gasped when the creature stepped directly up into Stiles' face, inches away. Lydia whimpered and clenched her fingers tightly in his flannel. "Why?" Stiles whispered. "Why are you doing this?"

"To win the game." The creature snapped its arm up in the air and oni twirled their swords, ready for a fight. Scott wolfed out and Kira got down into a fighting stance. It was two against four, two to one as Kira and Scott fought back to back against the oni. The creature sank back into the shadows and Keeva, Lydia and Stiles scrambled back and down into the snow behind the small bridge behind them.

"This can't be real." Lydia gasped, watching as the oni swung undeterred at their friends. "Yeah, tell that to them." Stiles responded. Keeva's eyes widened when Scott ducked what could've been a killing blow. Kira cried out suddenly and Keeva saw her katana get flung from her grasp. She was cornered with two oni swords pointed at her. Keeva jerked when Stiles scrambled forward form her hold, grasping the katana in his hands and pointing it down against his stomach.

Lydia tugged on Keeva's arm when she went to take it from him. "Stiles, no!" Scott cried as two oni got a hold of him and held his arms behind his back. "Stiles!" Scott pulled himself from their grasp and took a careful step towards his best friend. "What if it saves you?" He turned to Keeva, his eyes sad. "What if it saves all of you?"

"What if it's just another trick?"

"No more tricks, Lydia." The creature purred. Keeva never looked away from Stiles' frame. His hands shook around the katana. "End it, Scott. Let your friend fall on his own sword. Do for you what he cannot do for himself. Do it, Scott. Be his kaishakunin. Give up the game."

Stiles was shaking so much that he looked like he was vibrating. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were narrowed as he built of the courage to stab himself. Keeva covered her mouth with her hand and forced herself to stand still and let him figure things out. He stopped and his eyes widened. He glanced over his shoulder at something beyond Keeva's gaze. "You have no moves left." The creature cajoled.

Stiles dropped the sword and Keeva and Lydia stepped up to support him. He looked up at the creature. "I do." He tossed the katana to Kira who caught it easily. "Divine move." The creature growled and Keeva could feel it vibrate through her bones. "Stop fighting them! It's an illusion. You have to stop fighting them."

Keeva glanced around at the oni who lowered their swords it what looked like surprise. "It looks real, it feels real but, Scott, you gotta trust me, it's an illusion." Scott gaped around at the scenery like it would shift and change before his eyes. Scott stepped forward, with Kira directly behind him, and walked towards the doors.

The oni lined up on either side like guards and slashed their swords across them. They took turns slicing through Kira and Scott's skin, crippling them. Scott was in front of the creature and roared, pushing it out of the doors. He stumbled and straightened, standing in the deserted, normal, hallway they should've come through initially. He sighed and turned back to face his friends.

"We're okay." He smiled and stared down the hall. "We're…" He was thrown bodily against the lockers and slammed down against the tile floor. Kira swung around and a smirking Stiles stared at her before backhanding her. She fell like a sinking sack of rocks in a pond to the floor. Evil Stiles took a step forward and glared down at her unconscious body. "This was my game." He turned blank and deadly eyes to the other three. "Think you can beat me at my game?"

Keeva and Lydia stumbled back with a trembling Stiles as the evil him quickly advanced. "Divine move. Divine move? You think you have any moves at all? You can kill the oni but me? Me? I'm a thousand years old you can't kill me!"

"But we can change you!" Lydia shouted. Their voices reverberated off the sudden silence that surrounded them. Evil Stiles looked angry and quizzically at Lydia. "What?" He was dangerously calm. "You forgot about the scroll." Stiles said.

"The Shoshindu scroll." Keeva elaborates. Evil Stiles blanks and then his face melts with recognition. "Change the host." It whispers. "You can't be a fox and a wolf." Stiles snaps. Evil Stiles looks as if he's going to advance on them but Scott digs his claws into his shoulder and lifts his arm, biting into the meaty part of his bicep. Stiles jumps back when evil him screams and gapes at the alpha.

Scott lets go and evil Stiles stumbles back. Before he can move further, Kira slams her katana into his back. He chokes and falls to his knees, a fly buzzing quickly out of his mouth. Lydia turned her head and before she loses sight of the bug, Isaac catches it in the triskele canister and screws the lid on before looking up at the group gathered.

Keeva kept her eyes on evil Stiles. He convulsed and shook for several seconds before he was still. Keeva swallowed thickly when his face cracked like stone and he tumbled forward, bursting into ash and flying away into the wind. She sighed and turned to face her weary boyfriend whose arm was still wrapped around her shoulders. She gasped when she felt him sag against her.

She couldn't hold his weight and watched as he fell from her grasp and hit the floor. She slipped to her knees and carefully ran her fingers through his hair. Lydia knelt beside her and Scott and Kira and Isaac crouched over him. He wasn't even out for thirty seconds before he came to and stared at all of them. "Oh, God I fainted didn't I?" Keeva smirked and Scott nodded goofily, his eyes bright with amusement.

"We're alive. Are we all alive?" He asked. Keeva looked up and over at Scott who nodded somewhat grimly. "Yeah, we're all okay." Lydia turned her head and gazed at the door, her eyebrows drawn in concentration. She stood slowly and turned fully to face the door. Stiles carefully eased himself into a sitting position.

They were surprised when Lydia burst down the hall and through the doors. Isaac was quick to follow and Kira and Scott helped Stiles stand before they followed. When they came out the door, Lydia was wrapped in Isaac's arms as they gazed down at the bodies down the stairs. Keeva closed her eyes and gripped tighter to Scott. Ethan's cries were easy to hear even from as far away as they were. Keeva tightened her grip on Stiles and buried her face in his neck, anchoring herself to him. His arms wrapped around her and held her to him.

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Keeva gently rocked Jamie in her arms, the wind carded through her hair softly. Her face felt tight from all the tears she'd shed but her eyes were finally dry. After crying for days and waking up with an aching head because of it, she was utterly and completely out of tears. Part of her was thankful.

They were the only ones at the cemetery. Chris had left before they'd even begun lowering her coffin into the ground. It was tragic. He was the only one left of his entire family. Victoria killed herself the year before after Derek bit her, Kate had died two and a half years ago after Peter sought revenge for the death of his family, Gerard was cooped up in a nursing home slowly being poisoned by the werewolf bite. He was alone on the worst day of his life.

Everyone else had left the cemetery twenty minutes ago but not the pack. Keeva could feel them at her back. Stiles and Scott framed her with Stiles closer to her left and Scott a few paces behind him on her right. Lydia stood directly beside her on the right and Isaac was just behind Scott. Kira stood next to Scott and she could feel Derek hidden in the trees.

She felt Stiles take a step up and place his palm flat on her lower back. "Keeva…" She swallowed thickly and cut him off. "She was my best friend. She was the first person I felt like I could truly talk to." She readjusted Jamie and held her right hand out to Lydia. The trembling red head linked her fingers tightly with Keeva's.

She felt Stiles sigh sadly. "I know." He whispered. She knew some part of him still felt responsible for Allison's death. Scott and Isaac and Lydia and Chris had reassured him multiple times that he wasn't responsible. She could never fault him for what had happened.

"She was the first person I told I was pregnant." She whispered. She felt rather than saw Stiles drop his head to his chest and breathe deeply through his nose. Lydia's fingers tightened around hers and she could feel her nails digging into the skin on the back of her hand.

She could feel the emotions of the pack surround her. Everyone was in pain today. She took a deep, shaky breath and dropped her eyes down to the casket, now six feet beneath her feet. The diggers had yet to cover her. Isaac said that they waited until everyone left.

She licked her lips and nodded once. "I love you, Al." She whispered. The wind carried her words across the cemetery and Isaac and Scott tightened their jaws at her words. She tightened her hand around Lydia's and slowly turned her body away from the grave of their friend. Stiles turned with her and the other boys waited for a few seconds longer before turning away from the girl they both loved.

Keeva swallowed and looked up and over at Stiles. He was watching the rest of the pack disappear out of the cemetery. Scott and Isaac stood side by side Kira walking a few paces ahead and Lydia a few paces behind. "We're going to be okay." He said before turning to face her. She smiled and squeezed his hand, nodding. "Yeah, we'll be okay." He smiled and faced the entrance to the cemetery, leading her down the hill and towards their pack. Everything would be okay.

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Okay, guys, I know you may not like to hear this but I think this'll be my last Keeva/Stiles story. I love them so much and I know you do too but I don't feel like I can continue they're story. They're a beautiful pair and I'm so grateful that you all love them so much but I feel like this is a good place to stop for them. Maybe I'll continue in the future but for right now, this is going to have to be the end. Thank you so much for riding this crazy roller coaster with me but the ride has come to a stop and I have to get off.

Much Love.