This Past Forgotten

Chapter 1: A Perfect Dream

Written By: dixr

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin or any of its contents. I am not making any benefit off of this fan fiction, so therefore I am not stealing anything. I'm merely just borrowing the characters. )

The moonlight's rays shone through the glass window and onto the pure white sheets of her bed. Fine, tan strands of hair lay peacefully on the white contents of the bed, as young Robin lay in a deep sleep, her breathing remained steadily. Even though it was already at least six into the morning, the moon still shone; it was winter. Her window had no curtains or any blinds attached to it, just an outer net that supported the glass window. It was clearly visible to see her through the window. Her room contained nothing of complexion, just a bed, a desk, a chair, a small closet, and a small bathroom that was connected to her room. Robin was definitely growing into a young woman. She had more curves on her body now, those of a more of a woman's figure. And surely, she had developed in the breast area as well, from when she was fifteen, to now, eighteen years old.

Slowly, she had felt a warm hand rest upon her leg. Her bare leg; she had always slept naked. Robin stirred a bit, as the hand slowly slithered up her thighs, and grabbed on gently to her waist.

"Hmm…?" Robin quietly stirred.

Regardless, the form kept on embracing her body, until she felt a whole being on top of her. Light and gentle kisses had been spread all over her neck, and upper chest. By now, she was fully conscious of her situation; somebody was making love to her. However, she had no intention of opening her eyes and stopping him. She really liked this feeling. And whoever it is, had made her feel quite comfortable, and happy. She didn't want him to stop. Enjoying his touching, Robin smiled and wrapped her arms around his form. To her surprise, he had a perfect muscular form. Wet strokes of his tongue tickled Robin's chest, as he grabbed on fully to her body. Panting was starting to take in. With curiosity of who was giving her this pleasure, Robin opened her eyes to see who the stranger was who was doing this to her, and she saw him.

It was…a man…a handsome, long black-haired man, with the perfect face complexion, piercing black eyes and pale, pale skin. He had gentle smile that Robin had never guessed a man with such an appearance such as he would ever have. Slowly, he began to fade away. Panicking, Robin wanted to grab onto him and pull him close to her, however, he left before she could do anything.

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Immediately forcing herself upright, Robin awoke in a thin layer of sweat that covered her entire body. Robin sat upright, and her emerald eyes gleamed with anxiety and unease.

Was that…just a dream? Robin questioned to herself loudly, she exited from her bed, and walked to the bathroom. She had a large mirror in her bathroom that was attached to the wall. She looked at her complexion, and her face seemed to be teeming with heavy strokes of pink blush. Her mouth opened a bit, but nothing came out of her lips. With a small white cloth dabbed in cold water, she began to wipe away the thing layer of sweat that was upon her forehead and cheeks.

"How strange…" She thought, "I felt like I've seen his face before. So why doesn't he ring a bell?" Her thin eyebrows arched forward, as if she was in deep thought. Quickly, she slipped on an oversized black T-Shirt.

Suddenly, a small ring came from outside the bathroom. Robin walked at a medium pace until she saw her cell phone lying on her desk.

The ID read, "Michael." And she picked up immediately, answering, "Michael?" She smiled, and started to walk to her closet.

"Yeah, um...Robin, you know we don't have any classes today?" She grinned at the sound of his voice.

"Ah, really? What's the occasion…?" She asked, opening her closet door.

"It's snowing." He laughed, as-of-matter-of-factly. "It is?" She said quietly, and simply glimpsed outside her glass window, where she saw pure white tears of snow sprinkle lightly from the above sky.

The ground was covered in at least three inch-deep of snow, and bright, lit Christmas lights were hung all throughout the little alley Robin's apartment was located on.

"Didn't you even notice when you woke up this morning? I mean, you have no curtains or blinds." He said, and immediately replied after his own question, "But anyway. Meet me at Harry's later, okay? 3 o'clock sharp."

"Ah…okay, alright. I'll be there." And they hung up.

She smiled and sighed deeply. She loves Michael. They've been on for almost a year and a half now, ever since she met him, she's felt as if she's known him forever. Aside from that, now they attend the same college, and are planning to get married after graduation. It is a long ways away, but the waiting just makes her more anticipated to finish her day each day. She lightly grabbed to her Victorian-style black dress, and headed for the bathroom.