𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
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"His eyes were glowing." Scott muttered, looking up at Argent as Allison cleaned the cut on his forehead. Lyla huffed, running a hand over her now clean face and leaning her arm against his desk. "There was something almost ritualistic about it. Like it was looking right into his soul."

"Like what it did to us." Isaac mumbled, reaching up to run his finger over the marking on his neck and glancing down at Lyla. "That's what they did to everyone." Allison huffed, continuing her cleaning on her fathers cuts.

"Not everyone. T-They only came after the werewolves." Scott stuttered, looking between Lyla and Isaac. Allison nodded at the Alpha, "And Lydia."

Argent's lip twitched, "Anyone one with a connection to the supernatural." Lyla frowned in confusion, lifting a slumped arm at Chris, hand limp as she gestured to him, "Then who was that guy they went after in Japan? Was he a werewolf?"

"No," Chris averted his gaze from Scott to Lyla, "A kumicho. A yakuza boss. It was my first gun deal. I was only 18 and it was supposed to be a simple exchange. Except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being yakuza." Argent sucked in a deep breath, "He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to uh, improvise."

Allison sighed, quirking an eyebrow, "Or your ability to survive." Argent shook his head in minor distress, "The moment the sun went down it was like they just materialized out of the shadows. They had swords, not curved like Katanas, but straight, black steel. Like ninjatos."

"What did they want?" Scott questioned, the man pressing his lips together in a straight line, "To get to the kumicho. They cut down every living thing in their way." Lyla frowned, finger grazing over her own marking on her neck, the skin raised where the figure had grabbed her, "Did they mark him like they did to us?"

Argent shook his head, "Not exactly. His eyes were glowing white, teeth like a werewolf, but not a werewolf." Scott narrowed his eyebrows, "What was he?"

Chris pushed his lips out in thought, as Allison placed the bandages over his cut, "I don't know. But, there might be someone who does. There were a few others who survived that night. One of them was a man named Katashi." Argent glanced over at Scott, "They called him Silverfinger because of an unusual prosthetic. And it looked like he was getting ready to take them all on himself. So I shot it."

Argent sighed, "I've known for a while Katashi was in the country. I spent yesterday tracking him down." Isaac pointed to the cut on the mans forehead, "Didn't look like he wanted to be found."

"Not particularly, no."

Scott stood from his chair to lean against Argents desk with determined eyes, "You think he knows what they are? Or what they want?" Argent nodded, standing from his chair, "Maybe." Lyla watched as Allison shook her head in worry, "What if he doesn't want to talk?"

Isaac huffed, "What if he doesn't even remember you?" Lyla's eyes followed Argent as he grabbed the box on his desk, lifting the wooden top and uncovered something from a rag. "He'll remember this." Scott frowned, lifting a piece of what appeared to be a shattered part of one of the figures' masks, "I know I didn't kill it. I'm not sure you can. But I slowed it down long enough for us to get out of there."

"What was behind the mask?" Scott asked as he looked down at the metal with furrowed brows. Argent frowned at the memory, "Darkness. Absolute darkness."

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"The real problem is Katashi doesn't see visitors. Ever. He's a paranoid recluse who rarely steps outside the gates of his estate." Argent rounded his desk, where Lyla and Allison were leaning against it, Isaac situated behind Lyla with his lower back resting against the wood. Scott had left for school, but Lyla was too restless to sit in on a history lesson. She wanted to take action, she needed to do something.

"So how are you going to get to him?" Isaac crossed his arms, eyes locked on Argent. "Oh, he's got a thing for rare, antique weapons." Argent smirked at Allison as he began to unlock a cabinet on the wall. "Yesterday, I had some contacts put out the word that I was selling one from my own collection." Lyla's eyes widened as he pulled out a glass box, an odd-looking gun perched inside as he sat the box atop the table between Allison and Lyla. "This is a French Flintlock turnover pistol from 1645."

Allison shook her head, moving her gaze from the gun to her father, "You're not going alone." Lyla shrugged, pressing her lips together with a nod, "If Allisons going, I'm going."

Isaac nodded, tilting his head and maneuvering so he could see the gun better over Lyla's shoulder, "And where she goes," He gestured his head to Lyla, "I go." Argent huffed, shaking his head, "To be honest, I don't feel good about bringing any one of you."

Lyla sighed, standing up straight to face him, "Argent, they were looking directly at Scott before they disappeared." Her face fell as Argent shook his head, "Well, that doesn't necessarily mean he's the one they're going after."

"But if he is?" Allison frowned, worry lacing her tone as she looked up at her father. Argent stood straight, glancing between the gun and his daughter. "If he is, that might only leave us till nightfall to come up with a way to protect him."

Isaac pressed his hands into the table, stretching his back as he stood to his fully height beside the blonde, placing his hands on his hips, "All right. Let's go see if a paranoid Yakuza wants to put another gun in his collection."

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Lyla picked at her nails haphazardly, leaning her forehead against the back of Allisons seat. They were sitting in Argents car outside of the meeting spot waiting for the confirmation text from Katashi. Her head perked up as Argents phone buzzed, eyebrows narrowing as the man huffed.

"What is it?" Allison questioned, Argent shaking his head in disappointment, "Katashi won't do the buy in person." Lyla scoffed, a breathy chuckle escaping her as she stuck her head in between Isaacs head and Allisons head rest, "Argent, he's a paranoid recluse, remember? Shouldn't you be a little less disappointed?"

Argent rolled his eyes, looking back at the girl through his rear-view mirror, "I was trying to remain optimistic that we wouldn't have to go to my Plan B." His gaze averted to Isaac, who raised a brow. "Plan B? A-And what's Plan B?"

Argent smirked, as the beeping of his trunk opening echoed through the car, "How tall are you?"

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Lyla gazed down at the blueprint map with furrowed brows, Argent pointing to different spots on the map to explain the plan. "Katashi's office is here, and-"

"Guys?"

Each of their heads perked up as Isaac peeked out from the back of the car, "This isn't-This isn't gonna work. I look ridiculous." Lyla smiled at the boy, now clad in a black and white suit, tie around his neck done entirely wrong. A soft giggle escaped her as he approached them, holding the jacket out from his body, "I mean-" His voice cracked as he took his spot in front of the three. "I-I look like I just stepped out of the last period of a Catholic prep school." He shook his head anxiously, pulling the paper from his pocket, "And there is no way that I'm going to be able to remember all this. I-I mean what does this even mean? Revolving over and under barrels?" Chris looked back at his daughter with a roll of his eyes, bringing his gaze back to the anxious boy with a sigh.

"All you have to do is keep them talking long enough to allow us to get inside and find Katashi. He may not be there for the buy in person, but he won't be far."

"You look great." Allison attempted to soothe the boy, but only caused his nerves to shoot up more. "I am sweating, all the way through my jacket. I-I didn't even know that I could sweat this much-" Lyla rolled her eyes at his rambling, placing a hand on Allisons elbow and turning to her and Argent, "Could we have a second?" Argent nodded, running his tongue over his teeth as him and Allison went back to the map.

Lyla grabbed Isaac's hand, pulling him to the other side of the car. He sighed, squinting up at the warm sun as she grabbed his untucked button-up, "You," She mumbled, looking up at him through her lashes as she tucked the shirt into the front of his dress pants, "Can do this."

Isaac inhaled deeply as she reached around his waist to tuck in the back of the shirt as well, "If you go in there with confidence, they will believe every word you say. Just walk in there, head held high, acting like a man, not a boy." Isaac dropped his head as Lyla reached up, fingers gently readjusting his patterned tie. "If you do that, all they'll see, is a boyish looking man."

He shook his head, "Or they'll see a stupid teenage boy pretending to be a man. And then I'm gonna get my head blown off by a bunch of fingerless Japanese mobsters-" Lyla cut him off, grabbing his neck and pulling him down to slam his lips against hers. Isaac gasped lowly against her lips, hands shooting out to grip her hips. "Remember the other night, when we were so rudely interrupted?" She whispered against his lips, watching as his eyes fell down to her now smudged lip-gloss. "Mhm."

Lyla smirked, grabbing his hand from her waist and dragging it to her butt, pressing against his fingers so he was squeezing the skirt covered flesh in his palm, pulling his lips back against hers. "Let's get this over with so we can finish what we started."

He started down at her, wide blue eyes flicking from her smirk to her quirked eyebrows. Pride began filling his chest at her swollen lips and the handful of her ass he was currently holding on to, "Feeling like a man, now?"

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Lyla's steps were quiet, precise, as she and Allison walked in sync through the warehouse.

They approached two guards, Allisons taking one out with the back of her knife, while Lyla wrapped her arms around the other one's throat and held it tightly until the man lost consciousness. There weren't too many guards, seeing as how they were all attending Isaac's meeting at the moment, the two girls taking out just a few more guards until they were outside of Katashi's office.

"All I wanna do is talk."

"Taking out my security is not what I would call a good conversation starter."

"You don't remember me, do you?" Allison and Lyla entered the room, Argent glancing over at the two, "Girls, take the mans gun." Allison swung her metal chain around her hand, tossing it in Katashi's direction, the metal wrapping around the gun, flickering her wrist back. The gun went flying through the air, sending it directly into Lyla's hands.

The blonde girl glanced up at the now defenseless man, Katashi watching as Lyla emptied the rounds onto the ground and tossed it in the opposite direction.

"Now, can we talk?"

The man's lip twitched in Argents direction, Lyla's ears perking up as steps came from the hallway. "Guys?"

She turned her head, eyes going wide as a man, much bigger than Isaac, walked into the room holding a set of claws to Isaac's throat. "They have a werewolf too."

Lyla's eyes flashed blue, teeth forming into rows of sharp canines, but Argent put out a hand to her, eyes locked on Isaac and the large werewolf. He didn't have to say anything for her to understand what he meant.

Her eyes faded back to normal, watching as Isaac struggled against the werewolf, who was aggressively shoving Isaac towards Katashi's desk. Argent placed his gun on the table in surrender, pulling the shattered mask from his pocket and unraveling the fabric that was encasing it on the table. Katashi glared down at the pieces with narrow brows.

"Starting to remember? It was 24 years ago." Katashi paused as he traced a finger over the mask, whipping his head towards the guards with a nod. She watched as the man released Isaac, the boy taking a deep breath of relief as he rubbed his neck. "You know what they are, don't you?"

Katashi nodded meekly, "They are called Oni. They are demons. And they are unstoppable."

Great. Kira was right.

"How can we kill them? What can kill them?" Argent asked, Katashi shaking his head, "Nothing. At least no man-made weapon. The Oni are a force of nature. You don't fight a tsunami. You endure it. And you hope that you're not destroyed in its path."

Lyla furrowed her eyebrows, taking a step closer to the man, "How the hell do we endure demons?" Katashia lifted his head up, looking between Lyla and Isaac, "The two of you already have." Katashi stepped over to Isaac, moving his head to show off the prominent backwards 5 on Isaacs neck. She wanted to lunge at him for manhandling Isaac like that but held herself back as Allison reached down and locked her pinky with Lyla's.

Lyla felt her anxiety wash away from her, looking over at Allison. The brunettes eyes were on Katashi, but Lyla saw her glance at her from the corner of her eye. "This is the Japanese kanji for self. This means you are still yourself." Lyla frowned, reaching her free hand up to rub her finger over her own marking. He released Isaac's face, turning to them, as Allison and Argent sat the in chairs at the desk, "The Oni are looking for one who is no longer themselves."

"What do you mean no longer themselves?"

"Possessed, by a dark spirit. Called a Kitsune. There are 13 kinds of Kitsune; celestial, wild, ocean, thunder. But there is one..." Katashi paused his pacing to look at Argent, Lyla standing behind them with protective eyes watching the mans every move. "A dark Kitsune. They call it void. Or Nogitsune."

Lyla frowned; she, Isaac, Lydia and the twins were cleared. Which left Allison, Stiles, and Scott.

"The kumicho." Argent spoke up, the man nodding. "That's right. He was possessed by a Nogitsune. It's what helped him rise through the ranks of our yakuza family. Nogitsune draw it's power from pain and tragedy, strife and chaos."

The man fell quiet, pacing the length of his desk slowly, before raising his hand to Argent. Lyla took note of the silver digit where his pinky should be, and she understood what Argent had called him earlier. Silverfinger. "Do you know why I'm missing this finger?"

"Penance."

"There's a ritual called yubitsume. Removing the joints of the little finger weakens your grip on a sword. When a katana is gripped properly, the little finger is the strongest."

"So, why did they take your finger?" Isaac spoke up, causing the man to look at the boy, "They didn't take it. A yakuza performs the ritual himself and offers it to his superior." Morbid. Katashi turned towards his window, "It was penance for a mistake. And it wasn't my only one. I don't know what it was about the way I moved or stood, that suggested to them that I was going to take them on. Because actually I was...preparing to run for my life. That shot you fired," He turned towards Argent, "Saved me from looking like a coward before the survivors. For that humiliation, I wouldn't have to have given up my finger. I would've had to give up my head."

Lyla bit her bottom lip, canine digging into the skin as Katashi wrapped the mask back up, Argent and Allison standing to their feet. "I wish I could give you the answer you need, Mr. Argent. I owe you more than my life. I owe you my honor." Katashi bowed his head to Argent, "I will tell you one thing, however. If there is a Nogitsune among you...Let the Oni destroy it." He glanced over at Allison, "Even if it is your own daughter."

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"Allison, please tell me that you have something. They're here. They're trying to get in. And it looks like they're going to be able to."

Scotts voice came from Allisons phone, the girl facing away from Isaac, Argent and Lyla. "Ok. Ok, listen. They're Japanese demons. They're called the Oni. They're looking for someone possessed. Someone with a dark spirit attached to them."

"A Nogitsune."

Lyla raised a brow as she listened into the conversation, Allison tilting her head in confusion. "How'd you know that? Scott?"

"Just... Tell me what else."

"Ok. They won't hurt you. They know you're supernatural. Once they do this check, once they realize that you're not carrying with you this dark spirit, then they won't hurt you, I promise. All they're looking for is the Nogitsune." Allison dropped her phone from her ear when the line beeped, the girl turning towards them, eyes on her father. "They're there. The Oni are at Scott's."