This is my first M rated fic! (It's rated this for later chapters)Please review because I'm not sure if this story will turn out ok, so I need feedback!

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Chapter one:

Frustration

"Robin is in position. It's a go, Amon!" Cracked Michael's voice over the microphones. It was a simple setup, Amon get behind the witch and chases after him to where Robin lays hidden in wait to entrap him in flames, Amon takes the shot and their done. Simple.

Amon turned the corner to where the witch was, firing shots to send him off running. This witch was weak, choosing to run instead of fight. Just as planned. Now all that he needed to do was wait for Robin's attack.

Here he comes. Robin braced herself for the attack. The heat around her began to increase in her anticipation. Any moment now. The heat pricked at her arms and face, pleading to be turned into fire. That simple feeling was painful, every time she felt it Robin knew she needed to burn something. The heat pricked and prodded, increasing every moment. Sweat rolled down her face, she needed to burn something now. Where was that witch? Hotter and hotter, it didn't matter that the witch wasn't there yet, it was too much.

Robin sighed with content, releasing the flames. The small act felt so good! It was so relieving to push the heat away from her that she didn't notice the witch see the fire as he ran out of the ally into the open area and escape.

"Damn it, Robin!" Amon cursed, slowing his run when he saw what had happened. He stalked over to the small girl. Robin stared at her feet, not wanting to face him after screwing up so bad. "That's the sixth time this month!" He glowered down at her. "Well?"

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, not looking up. Every mission they had gotten was just as simple as this one and every time she either struck too early or not at all. She already knew exactly what Amon was going to say to her.

"You've let six witches get away, six. What are you doing that is making this so difficult for you?" His voice barley ever moved an octave up or down as he spoke. Robin kept her head down and apologized again. "Do you even care that they got away?" She didn't answer, usually after saying this he would sigh, storm back to the car and tell everyone that she failed, again. In truth, she really didn't care that she had failed except for the fact that the witch was still out there and that everyone back at the STN-J would each take their turns lecturing her. The lecturing was annoying, Robin thought, yeah, I messed up, what can I do about it now? Nothing. So quit telling me how bad I did, I already know that.

"C'mon." Amon roughly grabbed Robin's left arm and jerked her forwards. He was getting fed up with her constant slip ups. Yeah, she was a kid and kids make mistakes, but this was getting ridiculous.

Robin winced, Amon was squeezing her arm too tight, she tripped forwards from his push. She let out a sigh of annoyance, he didn't have to lead her away like a criminal.

"What do you have to complain about." Amon snapped in response to her annoyed sigh. "This is your fault." Hearing Amon say 'this is your fault' caused Robin to chuckle, it sounded so childish coming from him that she couldn't help it. Of course, this made him angrier, if she was going to screw up she should at least act like she felt bad about it. "You think this is funny?" His voice became dangerously low and his grip on her arm grew tighter. "Why can't you take this seriously?!" He shouted, shaking her back and forth.

"Amon." Michael warned over the microphones.

"Well?!" Amon held Robin still now, his grip continued to tighten.

"Would you let go." Her voice still was quiet but it was demanding. She still had her eyes on the ground as she grabbed his wrist with her free hand, trying to pull it away.

"Robin." He growled, pushing her into a wall close behind her. Robin hit the back of her head on the brick wall and finally looked up at Amon's face. If looks could kill, he glared at her with such intensity that it scared her.

Being cornered and afraid, Robin grew defensive. "What do you want me to do?" anger seeped into her voice the longer she spoke. "If I could turn back time, I would. What do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to do your job!" Amon seethed. Still tighter his grip became, if that was even possible, and he slammed her into the wall again. Robin winced in pain, this time keeping herself from hitting her head on the wall again. "What do you have to say for yourself?!" He shook her against the wall as he shouted this.

"You're hurting me!" Robin shouted in defense, trying to push him away from her.

Amon was just so angry that he didn't seem to notice and continued pushing her against the wall. "Well it's your fault if it hurts!"

"Amon, let go!" Robin cried fearfully at her partner's violent actions.

"Amon, whatever you're doing, stop it!" Michael's voice shouted.

"Why should I?!" Amon roared. By this time he knew that what he was doing was wrong and his anger continued to grow because of it, which in turn caused him to continue doing it.

'Why should I?!' Robin repeated in her thoughts. That had done it. 'why should I' may just cause Amon his death. The heat around Robin intensified, telling her that he would deserve it. The heat pricked and prodded at her skin for the second time that day. It continued to tell her to burn him and at that time she wanted to. But she knew the consequences to doing something like that, she knew she couldn't do it. Still, 'burn him, hurt him.' played through her mind like a siren. She was torn, what she wanted and what was right. In a situation like that she would always choose what was right and it scared her that she even was considering the other option. It scared her so much that she began to cry.

Amon loosened his grip immediately. He stared at Robin sobbing, thinking that what he had said and done was the cause of the tears. "Robin." He whispered, letting go of her. She put her head in her hands. Seeing Robin cry because of him frustrated Amon. He hit the wall and stalked back to the car.

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The car ride back to the STN-J building was awkward. Amon would glance down at Robin's hands in her lap while driving, his stare was one of a defeated man. Robin also stared at that same spot with the same defeated look. Both had very different thoughts.

Why did I do that? Amon thought. What was the point? What if I really hurt her, she's just a kid. Damn it! Why did I have to lose my temper like that?

What was I thinking? Robin thought. It really was my fault, why did I even think of burning him? If I had, I'd be dead and he might have been as well. Oh, Forgive me! How could I have thought something like that?

The car pulled into the parking garage. Slowly, the two pulled themselves out of the car and braced themselves for the reprimand they both knew they would get for their actions. The silence between them made it worse, like the calm before the storm, or maybe the eye of the hurricane in this case. Never before had something even come up between them. They had for a while seemed like they had the perfect partnership.

They stood calmly next to each other in silence on the elevator while in their minds they were both freaking out. Precious time ticked away as the elevator moved up, what were they going to say to get out of this? Robin had another worry though, the heat that she didn't use on Amon had stuck with her!

She shifted uncomfortably, sweat pouring from everywhere. It was getting hard to breathe.

Ding! The elevator reached the top and the doors opened. They were greeted with silence. Their coworkers stared at them with worry, none of them actually knew what had happened between Amon and Robin. Michael couldn't get a camera view of that area so they only knew what he had heard.

Chief Zeizen came out of his office. "Amon I want to speak with you." He motioned for the lead hunter to come into his office. Amon nodded and dutifully enter the office, AKA: hell.

Robin kept her eyes to the ground and made her way to her desk. The others' eyes followed her. It seemed to Robin that heat came from their eyes like lasers. "What?" She asked irritably. The heat was getting to her and affecting her attitude.

Karasuma decided not to pry, however much she wanted to, if Robin wanted to tell them or if Zeizen found reason to inform them they would find out, if not, oh well. Dojima, on the other hand had no workplace morals. "So, what happened?" She asked excitedly.

"Dojima!" Sakaki and Michael hissed, even though they were just as curious.

"I let the witch get away again." Robin replied softly, not wanting to talk about it. She laid her head on the cool surface of her desk, making the heat easier to bear.

"And…?" Dojima urged her forward. The women was just about bouncing with anticipation.

"And what?" Robin snapped although her quiet voice made it sound more like a sigh. She usually wasn't so irritable, but she was exhausted and Dojima was interrupting her rest.

Dojima opened her mouth to speak but Karasuma silenced her. "If she doesn't want to talk about it she doesn't have to." At this Michael and Sakaki turned back to their workstations. Crestfallen, the offending blond sighed and wheeled her chair back to her's as well.

Dojima slumped over in her chair, but something caught her eye. She could see into Zeizen's office! She scooted closer to see if she could catch part of their conversation through reading lips.

Zeizen noticed the woman staring eagerly at him and Amon through the glass. He sighed and shut the blinds on her.

With the wound of a new defeat, Dojima sighed and hung her head. "Shut down!" Sakaki exclaimed, giving her a thumbs down.

"Honestly!" Karasuma sighed, shaking her head at the two. She looked back at Robin, who continued to sit desolately. "Why don't you ask for permission to go home early." Karasuma offered, lightly placing her hand on Robin's right shoulder.

Slowly Robin pushed her chair back, stood up, walked to Zeizen's office door, and knocked. "What?" Amon asked coldly as he opened the door, then he noticed Robin and stepped backwards to let her in.

"Sir, would it be alright for me to retire for tonight?" Robin asked, avoiding Amon's eyes.

"Fine." Zeizen replied after a long pause. "But come to my office first thing tomorrow morning."

Robin nodded and turned to leave. "Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, Amon." She said softly before exiting.

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Robin found herself stuck in the parking lot. She slowly tried to lift her left arm to the handlebars of her motorized scooter. Her arm zinged with pain at the small movement. She tried driving with one hand but steering proved to be too hard. Finally she gave up and walked the vespa home.

Not to Robin's surprise, Toko wasn't home. Where that woman went Robin didn't know, Toko did have a job, but no inclination to keep it, she had it pretty much so she wouldn't get bored in the day. Her father paid for the apartment, food, electricity, you name it. And it showed too, Toko was very much a spoiled brat, not like Robin was going to say anything about it.

Being irritated and hot, the young hunter decided that it was a good time for a cool bath. Baths were probably the best thing in the world, so relaxing. All the excess heat drifted away. Robin let out a sigh, she would have been in complete comfort if it wasn't for her throbbing left arm. She looked down at it and saw that it was a disgusting purplish blue color where Amon's hand had been. There also was little indents where his fingers were. Robin thought it looked gross. She huffed and sunk deeper into the tub.

A small noise came from the entryway of the apartment. Robin sat up straight in surprise as she heard the front door creak open. It could only mean one thing, Toko was home. Robin leapt out of the tub and quickly tried to wrap a towel around her. If Toko wasn't a spoiled brat than she definitely still had one other issue.

"Hey Robin's home!" Robin heard the woman say. "Robin, do you know what happened to me today?!" Toko burst into the bathroom. That other issue was that she had no knowledge of personal space. It wasn't an appealing trait.

"Toko, I'm in the bathroom!" Robin complained.

"That's great, honey, I know." Toko said, not noticing Robin's agitation. "Amon and I had a date planned today and he canceled! What a jerk!" Robin stared blankly at Toko, she had to burst into the bathroom to tell her this? She wondered how messed up a mind must be to do such a thing.

Somehow, Toko took Robin's expression as a reason to continue talking. "I know, right? Apparently he got in trouble with daddy or something and 'doesn't feel up to it', what does that even mean?"

Robin drew in a wary breath, at times like these anything could set Toko off. "Toko, I really don't think he was trying to be me-"

"Oh my God!" Toko exclaimed, moving closer to Robin. "What happened to your arm?!"

"It's-" Robin tried to speak, but her quiet voice was drowned out by Toko's loud voice.

"Did this happen on a mission? Are you alright? I heard you failed a mission, but I didn't know you got hurt!" She continued to ask questions rapidly, never giving room for an answer. Finally, she came to an end to her rant. "How did Amon let this happen to you, now I really have something to be mad at him about!"

Robin found it funny that Toko would have never guessed that Amon was the direct cause of the injury. Toko would always go on about how 'amazing' Amon was, but the way she talked about him made him seem like something he wasn't and Robin wondered if either of the two knew the real him.

"C'mon, lets put some ice on it." The older woman dragged Robin, still clothed in only a towel and much to her protest, into the small kitchen area. Robin sighed in exasperation when she noticed that the curtains were wide open.

When Toko seemed to have calmed down and Robin held a bag of ice to her arm, she asked again. "What happened today? You can tell me."

Robin avoided her eyes, how could she tell her? What was she supposed to say? 'Oh you know your amazingly perfect boyfriend, Amon, right? Yeah, for some reason I pissed him off and he flipped out. Nothing much, just about ripped my arm off, but no big deal, right?' Though it would be interesting to see her reaction. Would she get mad at him and possibly breakup? Would she be unaffected? Or would she even believe her?

"I failed my mission again, that's all." Robin said, strained. It was hard to keep saying that when she wanted to tell the whole truth. She kept saying 'I failed' and that was starting to get to her. She stood up from her chair and hurried to her room.

"Robin!" Toko called out to the young girl. No answer. She sighed and went over to Robin's room. Peeking in, she saw Robin lying in bed with her face in her pillow. Toko turned out of the room and muttered to herself. "Why did I have to get stuck with the moody teen?"

Toko hadn't meant for anyone to hear what she said, but Robin heard. She was a burden to the older woman. But what could she do? She couldn't buy her own apartment until she turned eighteen. That was three years! It hurt. She tried to stay out of Toko's way and help out as much as possible and now, after one incident, she can't seem to stand having her around. It really wasn't fair.

Robin groaned in annoyance and she heard Toko sigh. Robin opened one eye and saw Toko peeking in again. The older woman started into the room. Robin shut her eyes and pushed her face deeper into her pillow. "Would you tell me what's wrong?" Toko asked softly, lightly placing a hand on Robin's back. The kind gesture was almost…motherly. It made Robin sick. She felt that Toko should just say what she really means and not this fake kindness. 'Fake kindness' probably went too far, but Robin was upset and didn't care.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to get you something to eat?" Toko offered when she received no response. Robin tried to ignore her even though she hadn't eaten dinner yet. It wasn't long until Toko sighed and left the room.

Robin laid still waiting for sleep to come, it didn't. She couldn't sleep with all that had happened that day. Everything was just so frustrating! The feeling was gnawing at the back of her mind and she wished that she had a way to ease the feeling away. She wished she had a way to feel good.