Eichen House Basement & the Argent Apartment | Night

[robinonadderall]

Noshiko	Noshiko Yukimura didn't make a habit of showing up in mental institutions but this was an exception. Stiles had broken down the wall she carefully put up to hide Rhys' body after she had killed him and the urge to go and look was too strong to ignore.
The nogitsune	"Why the kanji?" the nogitsune asked. Of course he was hanging around. She had called off the Oni for a reason and he wanted to know why. "Why 'self'?"
Noshiko	"To signify that he died as himself," she said, facing him. "Because Rhys wasn't a monster." When she called the nogitsune all those years ago she had every intention of it possessing her. Rhys should have never been used like he had been. She pulled out the knife representing her last tail. "Not like you."
The nogitsune	The nogitsune smiled and slowly approached her. "If I'm such a monster, why call off the Oni? What happened to the woman who called out for chaos, strife and pain to descend upon everyone and everything?"
Noshiko	Noshiko shook her head. "I don't want that anymore."
The nogitsune	"I do." The nogitsune grabbed Noshiko's wrist and nodded down at the knife. "You bring this here, thinking you can hide it from me?" He ripped the knife out of her hand. "Bad idea." The nogitsune held up the knife, enjoying her fear for a moment before turning it on himself, ripping his own stomach open.
Noshiko	Noshiko took a few steps back, eyes widening as she watched hundreds of flies escape from the open wound. "What have you done?!"
The nogitsune	The nogitsune fell to his knees as the last of the flies flew out of him. He looked amused even as he was quickly losing strength. "Chaos has come again." Then he disappeared.

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Isaac	Isaac decided to risk coming home once. Once and of course he got infected by a nogitsune fly. Not that he knew that, somehow he completely did not notice how a fly crawled in his ear. All he knew now was that he felt an intense need to see Allison. So there he was. In her room. Sitting on her bed. In the dark. Totally normal.
Allison	Yeah that had not been what Allison was expecting when she walked into her room. She didn't even want to know how long he had been sitting there. Werewolves could be intense and creepy like that. Then again, so could Lydia. "Isaac?" she said, sitting down on the bed next to him. He looked a little off, and it was concerning. "What are you doing here?"
Isaac	"I thought I'd come and see you." And be slightly creepy. No big deal.
Allison	Allison smiled and put her hand on Isaac's cheek. "Giving you the alarm code was a bad idea."
Isaac	"Maybe." And then Isaac leaned in to kiss her because everything was crappy so why shouldn't they get some while the opportunity was there?
Allison	Why shouldn't they indeed! Allison was all for it. Though werewolf sex was always exhausting so naturally she fell asleep afterwards. When she woke up she sat up on her elbows to find Isaac standing in front of her dresser, touching the non-lethal weaponry she had there from when they were trying to catch Stiles. "What are you doing over there?"
Isaac	"You have a lot of weapons here," Isaac said, touching the stun baton. "I thought your new code was about protecting."
Allison	"Most of them are non-lethal." Painful, but non-lethal.
Isaac	Isaac held up one of her Chinese ring daggers. "This looks pretty lethal to me." "Maybe you should keep them. There are still a few of us out there who aren't non-lethal," he continued. "Like the twins." The twins who were responsible for the death of his pack and got nothing but a slap on the wrist as punishment.
Allison	Allison frowned. "I thought we were going to give them a second chance."
Isaac	"They don't deserve it."
Allison	"Things are different now," Allison said. "It doesn't have to be like that anymore."
Isaac	"Had a feeling you'd say something like that." He grabbed a huge stun gun a few other weapons and headed out the door.
Allison	"Isaac wait--" Something was wrong, something was very wrong, and that was only confirmed when she realized she couldn't move her feet. She flipped over her bed covers to reveal that sometime while she was asleep Isaac had handcuffed her ankles to the bed post. "Isaac!"

[Taken from TW 2x22 "De-Void". Warning for canon-level violence and self-mutilation. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]