"I told you not to touch that, you damned boy!" growled Tao En furiously.

The seventeen year old male glared directly back at the man yelling towards him. By this time, it seemed as if the tension between the two of them just shattered. En smashed the body of Shinamora against the wall of stone.

"GRAH!" yelped Keith painfully.

En seemed to enjoy hearing the tormentful yells of pain from the teenage shaman. He always had since Keith's father had passed away and sent him here to live with him and his family. He was disgusted about how close his only daughter was getting to the pathetic excuse for a fighter. At the time he then noticed that the fighter had rose to his feet, the Tao glared at him angrily and ordered a few corpses to get him out of the chamber before he killed the poor boy. Keith fought off the jiang-shi and walked on his own two feet outside of the large home before his legs gave out. The shaman grimaced as he pulled his legs to his body and sat crossed legged against the porch post.

"How can he just do that?" he snarled to himself before noticing an orb.

The ebony tinted orb floated alongside the shaman's wounded form slowly. The crimson optics glinted in the sunlight and soon looked towards a jaded haired woman. Silently, Keith tried to stand only to fall badly and remained seated.

"Damn it!" he yelled angrily.

"Keith, what did my father do now?" asked Jun softly.

"What do you think?"

"Sorry I asked."

"Jun, I'm sorry. I'm just in a lot of pain at the moment."

"I can see that in your facial expressions."

Keith looked towards her and shook his head slowly. He couldn't figure out why Jun seemed to care about him, and it bothered him slightly as well. His eyes shifted about to look towards the moon above them. Without having paid attention, his hand slipped onto hers softly as they sat together. He soon felt her skin beneath his hand and removed it swiftly as he stood roughly on his unbalanced legs. A grimace formed upon his face before the orb transformed into a large ebony pelted werewolf form.

"Master Keith, I purpose that you just sit and rest before you get killed by En," uttered the wolf being gently watching him closely.

The spirit's shaman turned on his heels swiftly and stalked off towards the darkening forest at the large penthouse's north direction. Keith soon found out that walking was harder now that his blood was being lost ten times as fast. Beyond the trees a river appeared to his vision before he collapsed at the bank's edge. His eyes closed steadily awakening his once dormant memories.