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It had been a number of weeks since Halloween and at least one after Shun had spent some time attempting to cheer Mitsu up. By no means had he forgotten the threat he had issued to Desmond and ever since the incident occurred, he had been wanting to follow up. His night with the girl had only increased his resolve to do so. The in-school suspension made it tough, but as time went on, he quietly kept an eye on the vampire to get a feel for what his schedule was like.

While he knew the guy went out into town some nights, he decided to make his move closer. So late one night, when all but the insomniacs were asleep, he snuck out of his room and out the dorm wearing relatively darker clothing. He had a hood up, but he wasn't overly concerned with keeping his identity a secret; it was just there in case some staff member saw him from afar. Locating the window into the vampires' room, he went on to enter through there.

Within a few minutes, he was in.

Thanks to a small spell, he was able to see fairly well in the dark. Colors were washed out somewhat, but he could tell what was around him. Both boys appeared to be asleep, but only one was his concern. Stepping over towards Desmond's bed, his eyes narrowed and he could feel some of his pent up rage begin to bubble up. Normally when he approached someone like this, he sought to kill, but that wasn't the case tonight. He wanted to beat the vampire within an inch of his life if he could.

Now he was well aware of the strengths that a vampire possessed, but he had just the thing in his arsenal that could level the playing field, if for a short time. He wouldn't use it just yet though. With a sneer, he reached down for Desmond to try and drag or throw him off his bed.

Hearing Desmond murmur Mitsu's name only spurred more anger in the assailant. Even while be aware of the strengths of a vampire, Shun still didn't quite expect the other to recover so quickly. Taking the brunt of the blow, he staggered back and doubled over. It had hurt but he wasn't going to be backing down yet.

"Dreaming of the pain you've caused her?" he hissed under his breath.

Figuring now was as good as a time as ever, he reached into his pocket, though a little shakily to withdraw one of his knives. It wasn't meant to be used against the vampire though, as much as he'd like to stab him repeatedly. Instead, he swiftly sliced his left palm, letting the blood flow. Quickly he murmured the incantation for the spell he had in mind, knowing it probably wouldn't be long for Desmond to smell the red fluid.

The first thing he noticed was the pain from the cut and from the punch had vanished. No, he hadn't healed at all. The spell simply shut off his ability to feel pain during the time it was active. Dark wisps could be seen eminating from his body in general as well, as both his strength and speed were increased to his body's potential.

Putting the blade away, he let out a breath and suddenly rushed forth at Desmond to try and punch him right in the face.

The punch connected very nicely and as satisfying it was, Shun saw that Desmond didn't bother trying to move out of the way. What the hell had gotten into him? He had almost been certain that the scent of blood from having to cast the spell would make him come after him more. Narrowing his eyes, he wasn't sure if the vampire was up to something, but if not, he wasn't about to let up because the other wasn't putting up a fight.

The boy also didn't care if the noise ended up awakening the other vampire in the room. He'd take them both on if he had to. Quickly moving towards Desmond, he launched two more punches at his gut before bringing his knee up to hit the same area.

Shun paused momentarily as Desmond spoke soon after the scent of blood wafted in the air.

"I am doing... everything I can to hold her together, but even that doesn't seem to be enough to heal the wounds you have caused her," he growled lowly while reaching down to lift him by the collar. A part of this he had to curse himself for as he was unable to give the wolf-girl anything more than friendship and possibly the occasional night together.

In his rage, he attempted to throw the vampire to the other side of the room, something that should be relatively easy with his temporarily increased strength.

"Someone has to," he hissed with the anger apparent in his voice. Did Shun care that Desmond was having an inner conflict at the moment? Not at all. The vampire could burn in hell for all he cared.

"Nothing. Nothing I've done has kept a smile on her face," he added as he approached the fallen vampire. Straddling over Desmond, he started to strike at his head and chest repeatedly, trying to let out all his frustrations out here. No amount of pain he could cause to the guy would be enough to the assassin though.

"Once. Either she didn't hear me or she pretended to not have," he replied, glaring down at the beaten down Vampire, "The happiness never lasts. She may smile for a moment or so but there's always that shadow of pain in her features."

Balling his fists up tighter, he looked as if he was about to strike at Desmond more. However, his eyes soon widened and his froze as pain suddenly jolted through his entire body. Gritting his teeth, he doubled over, confused at what was going on with him. The spell's effect had ended and now his entire being felt like it had been stabbed with a thousand blades. Seeing how he had only taken one punch from Desmond, the spell itself had to have been the cause of the bulk of the agony he was now in.

"Sh-shiit..." he hissed, tasting blood in his mouth as well. His father had not told him about this aftereffect of the spell when he had been taught it. Most likely the damn b*****d had kept it a secret should he end up using it against the old man.

Coughing up a bit of blood, Shun winced and slowly stood up. He needed to get out of here. Staggering back towards the window, his movements were stiff as the full body pain nearly paralyzed him. He heard what Desmond said, but he had nothing to say in return.

The vampire's words went along with his frustrations at the whole situation in general. By no means did he want him anywhere near Mitsu; he had lost his right to try and comfort her in his opinion. At the same time, he felt like he was failing with getting Mitsu out of her hole.

Shooting Desmond one final glare, he weakly climbed out the window, practically tumbling out of it, leaving the vampire to spend the rest of the night in the closet beaten up.