A/N: Hello and welcome to my first multi-chapter story. To be honest I'm kinda nervous and excited to share it with you. Though more excited than nervous. I'm a huge fan of the Nogitsune and I was kinda sad that he was gone so quickly. So here is my take on keeping him around for longer.

The Story is finished so all I have to do is upload it. Yeah! It's also betaed. Yeah! A huge thank you to the lovely Annebee. For her patience and encouragement and overall awesomeness. If there are still any mistakes... I blame it on the cat. It's definitely the cat's fault. I'd also like to apologise for any missing apostrophes... they are really not my thing. ^^;

Also, nothing that even sightly resembles a Teen Wolf character or setting or whatever is mine. I'm just borrowing them to have some fun.

Anyway... here we go... I hope you'll like it as much as I loved writing it! :)

*1*

He came to in a world of pain. Pain stronger than he ever felt before. There was the bite on his upper arm, the stab wound from the Kitsune's sword that went through his chest and an overall pain that coursed through this vessel, this body, as it fought off the bite of an Alpha.

He couldn't open his eyes or move anything else as he lay on the ground, the side of his face pressed against the cold floor of the school's hallway. He remembered what happened. The game he'd played and lost. Their attempt to change the host, the stabbing. Still he was alive. And he didn't know why.

Soft, cool fingers brushed along his neck and came to rest on top of the carotid artery to feel for a pulse. There was a gasp and then a quiet whisper of, "He's alive."

He recognized the voice as the Kitsune's as she repeated louder, "Guys, he's alive too."

He could hear the startled gasps of the others and then footsteps before he was grabbed and turned on his back. He tried to press his jaw together as the not so gentle touch aggravated the pain in his arm and chest even more.

"How is that possible?" Fingers, rougher and not so gentle, were pressed against his neck again to feel the pulse and he was pretty sure that it was Scott. "We changed the host. Why didn't it work?"

"Because it's supernatural and not science."

It was the Banshee who remembered the words of the only one who really had a clue what was going on in their world. He wanted to laugh but still his body wouldn't react.

And suddenly there was fear; it had to be fear, soul crushing, breathtaking fear. He had felt it before when he'd possessed the boy. It took him under, a feeling like he was drowning. Dying.

He took a desperate gulp of air and his eyes snapped open. Scott and the Kitsune, Kira a part of Stiles' memory supplied, were looking down on him even though they were kneeling. Both looked startled and surprisingly concerned too.

The next moment strong hands grabbed him and hauled him up. He saw Isaac's wolf face then he was thrown into the wall of lockers.

Pain erupted in white flashes behind his eyes and Scott's roar of Isaac's name sounded ways duller than it should have. He slid to the ground where he came to rest in a heap.

"He tried to kill you!" Isaac defended himself. He was standing in front of him, all wolfed out, bright yellow eyes glowing in anger even as he cowered a bit under Scott's red eyed glare. "He tried to kill all of us!"

Blackness creeped in from the corners of his vision as he tried to focus on the ones in front of him; his eyes closed on their own accord.

Someone patted his face and when he opened his eyes again, painfully slow, Scott was crouching in front of him ways closer than before.

"Why are you still alive?"

A grin fought its way on his lips at this question. Only the truest of True Alphas would ask his enemy why he was still alive instead of killing him right away.

"I don't know," he answered nevertheless because there was no point in lying. He didn't know and he didn't want to guess even though there were a couple of possibilities. Mostly connected to the boy lying a couple of meters away from him.

Scott looked back to Lydia who only shrugged distracted. She was kneeling next to Stiles whose head was pillowed on a folded jacket. She was holding his hand and petting his hair so gentle that it was more lovingly than comforting.

"We have to take him to the hospital," she said worried as she trailed her fingers along Stiles' face, "or at least to Deaton." She bit down on her lip and stifled a sob as she pressed the back of her hand against his face. "He feels so cold."

Footsteps drew their attention away from Stiles and moments later Derek, the Twins and Chris Argent appeared. Derek and Ethan held Aiden between them, supporting most of his weight as blood ran down from a wound on his chest.

The moment they realized there were two Stiles' Ethan let go of his brother and stepped closer. Derek sacked down a bit as he scrabbled to adjust his hold on Aiden while he sent a glare after Ethan.

"Why is he still alive?" he growled as he looked from one to the other clearly undecided which one was the enemy.

"We don't know," Scott said helpless. "We caught the fly as it wanted to escape but this… he… it is still alive."

He scoffed at Scott's inability to find the right pronoun for him and pushed himself up in a sitting position. It hurt ways too much but he didn't want to appear as weak as he felt in front of all the people who wanted to see him dead.

"Jirou," he said, drawing everyone's attention to him. It was a bold move but he guessed that his continuing existence depended on the Alphas good will and giving Scott some power over him was maybe a good start. Even if the innocent Alpha didn't realize it.

"What?" Scott asked confused.

"My name. It's Jirou," he clarified as he was done rolling his eyes.

"You have a name?" Kira asked. The next second her eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth as she realized in surprise what she had just said and to whom.

"Of course, I have a name, Fokkusukabu. Everything has a name."

"I thought it's Nogitsune," Isaac mused. His face had morphed back into his human one but his claws were still out.

"Or Void," Kira added, getting brave again.

Jirou rolled his eyes again, this time because of their foolishness.

"I'm Nogitsune. Like you're a Werewolf or Kitsune or Banshee.

The name is part of yourself, of who you are. It's far more important than race."

He caught the calculating look Lydia sent him as he looked from one supernatural creature to the other and he knew that she knew what he was implying, by giving them his name he was giving them a form of control over him. Something they didn't have before.

"Well, that's all nice to know," Derek growled, "but shouldn't we be more concerned because he is still moving his mouth while Stiles isn't?"

"I vote for killing him," Aiden said immediately. His voice was quiet and a bit drawn from the pain but no less forceful. He looked straight to Lydia and Stiles; trying to be neutral but Jirou could feel the jealousy that was coming from him in waves.

Next to him Ethan agreed with a nod and Isaac followed suit.

"No!" Scott vetoed them all. "We don't kill him."

"Why not?" Ethan cried. "He killed people. A lot of people."

"So did you and you're still alive too," Lydia glared at him as he looked at her in surprise that she was defending their enemy. She held his look for a moment before she turned to Scott and continued, "He maybe knows what's wrong with Stiles," she sounded hopeful and Jirou could see the hope in her eyes as she turned to him, "and can help."

He only scoffed and turned away from her wide eyed look, partly because he couldn't bear to see this hope and fear in her eyes. Another part was out of habit too as he never did what people wanted. Most of all he was as clueless as everyone else as to what was going on right now and he hadn't been helpful since Shogun Chokei, back in the fourteenth century, who he gladly helped to find the afterlife after he had interrupted a game of Go between Jirou and his favourite Nekomata.

With an indecipherable sound that was a cross between a growl and an exaggerated sigh Derek stepped towards Stiles fallen form.

"Let's get him to Deaton," he said as he bent down and grabbed hold of Stiles arm. Scott got on his other side and together they lifted him up from the ground.

Lydia didn't let go of Stiles hand even though Derek was almost pressed into her side.

"Isaac, you take… him," Derek commanded and Scott was quick to add, "No killing."

Isaac only shrugged before he grabbed Jirou's arm, thankfully not the one where Scott had bitten him, and hauled him up on his feet. It nevertheless hurt like hell as it pulled on the wound in his chest and he almost fell to the ground again as his vision grayed out for a moment.

Clawed fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, slightly digging into his flesh but not enough to break the skin, as Isaac pulled him along.

They followed Derek and Scott outside while Chris and Ethan dragged Aiden out.

To Jirou's amusement Kira kept closer to him and Isaac than to Scott as they shuffled along. He wasn't as fast as Isaac and stumbled more than once causing the Werewolf to grab his arm a bit tighter to keep him upright.

"So, Fokkusukabu, you just learned about your heritage?" he asked her as casually as possible trying to gloss over how weak he felt and immediately Isaacs claws dug deeper into his flesh.

"Don't call me that!" Kira only said as she refused to look at him.

"Why not?" he chuckled. "It's only fitting, isn't it?"

"I don't speak Japanese," Kira turned to him with a glare and Jirou raised his eyebrows in surprise, then he shrugged as well as he could while Isaac held him.

"It'll come to you in no time. Like the other things."

They'd reached the cars and while they eased Stiles into the jeep, Isaac pushed him towards Derek's car and then into it like a criminal that was escorted by the police.

"What do you mean?" Kira asked, as he sat down in the back. She couldn't quite hide her curiosity though Jirou only managed to shrug before Isaac pushed him further in and sat down himself. Kira bit her lip and looked back to Scott, who was still fussing over Stiles together with Lydia. She hesitated shortly then she got in on the passenger side and turned back to him expectantly.

"I'm not sure if you should listen to him," Isaac said as he saw her look.

"Well, he's the only one who tells me anything," Kira sounded still miffed and Jirou smirked.

"Kitsune's are known to be doting mothers. I'm sure Noshiko only wanted to protect you," he chuckled as Kira's face got darker.

"Stop stalling and tell me what you know," Kira said uncharacteristically forceful surprising even Isaac a bit.

"Of course, I apologize Fokkusukabu," he said mockingly. "I don't want to anger the kit of Noshiko the great."

Next to him Isaac growled and flexed his claws but Jirou only smirked at him.

"You'll understand Japanese in time," he said then turning his attention back to Kira. "Writing it, reading that'll all come to you like the ancient fighting techniques. It's ingrained memory. Every Kitsune, no matter how old or young, knows it."

"Fighting techniques?" Kira asked surprised.

"Of course or did you think that you learned how to wield the sword because of the sword?"

Kira couldn't reply as Derek wrenched the door open forcefully and sunk into the driver's seat.

"Don't let yourself be fooled by his looks. This isn't Stiles," he growled as he started the car. Kira turned back around and slid deeper into the seat gnawing on her lip, chastised.

Jirou only chuckled and in return Derek glared at him through the rearview mirror. Once the car started moving Jirou rested his head against the cool glass of the window. He was exhausted and everything ached. It were completely new feelings for him.

He unlocked his fox aura enough for him to see but all he got was a faint shimmer of the usually bright and majestic black and green whirlwind that made up his Kitsune or better his Nogitsune aura. It meant that not only this vessel was weak but his magic too and even if he wanted to flee he probably wouldn't stand a chance against the Werewolves, Kitsune and trained Hunter. So he gave into his fate for now and closed his eyes waiting what their verdict about him would be.

Deaton was already waiting for them and the traces of the fight with the Oni were still clearly visible even though he had bound the wounds.

Nevertheless he helped Derek and Scott to carry Stiles inside while Isaac once again dragged Jirou along. He guessed that Chris was taking the twins to Derek's loft as the animal clinic was already crowded enough. Isaac kept a hold on him even as they were inside, despite never taking his eyes off the doctor and the others.

Jirou tried to move out of his hold but every time he shuffled a bit away the grip on his arm got tighter.

He longed to sit down or even lay down. To sleep. For a long, long time.

There was a sound like buzzing electricity hanging in the air. It was annoyingly persistent and got even louder. He rubbed with his free hand over his ear in an attempt to turn it off and when he looked around he noticed that it seemed like that the rest wasn't affected by it despite most of them possessing supernatural hearing abilities. It got louder and louder, drowning out any talk that was going on. The walls were moving in, getting closer, trapping him. He tried to peel off Isaac's fingers but they were like iron claws.

He struggled to breathe, the air felt syrupy as it got into his lungs and he started to gasp. Then everything went black.

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