Last Man Standing
Chapter 1: Her Arrival
Story Summary: Post 15 AU. Two brothers, one girl. Neither really deserved her but both tried their hands to get the little Siren anyways. ARN triangle. Told ya I'd do one eventually.
Chapter Summary: Nagira's strange musings are interrupted by a girl, drenching wet by the rain. Her words stopped any thoughts before they could form. "Amon sent me."
Disclaimer: Don't own WHR.
AAOTD: My ARN I've been telling you guys all about since Love Triangle Plus Two.
Takara: That was before my time.
Amon: Not mines.
AAOTD: Too short chapter, on with story.
It was raining, storming even. Nagira had a bad feeling. Lightning danced in the sky, lighting it up for a few brief moments, revealing shaky, bony fingers pointing at something. It was always followed by a loud boom. There was something different tonight, he knew, something that would change his life forever.
He plopped himself down on his chair, placing his feet on his desk. It was after hours so no Mika around to mommy him around. "Nagira don't do this, Nagira don't do that. Come back at whatever time, change your clothes, why are you late, did you eat." He mimicked her then laughed slightly.
He soon hung his head in defeat, was he really that lonely that he'd actually start talking to himself? Maybe Little Brother was rubbing off on him, but that thought was soon dismissed as he lit a cigarette. Looking into the small box, he'd have to go out for more tomorrow.
An hour later found Nagira still sitting in his chair, hands behind his head and staring up into the ceiling. He blinked and wondered where the time went. Maybe he did have ADD. Hmm, add. Nice. His thoughts were random, that bad feeling was leaving as the storm grew more fierce. It was comforting him in a way, he always did like storms whilst Little Brother was scared to death of them. The wind howled, the door banged, the lights were flickering. Yep, a perfect night for the most perfect day.
Nagira's thoughts involuntarily drifted to his younger brother. Yeah, so what if he worried about the kid sometimes? Their relationship was somewhat at odds due to their career choices, but they were still related by blood. He sighed.
Amon was probably out hunting another witch, catching a cold then blowing it off until it becomes a fever or worst, then they'd see each other again. Or maybe Amon would come in, bloody and battle torn like he did eight months ago? Government secrets and all kept them like that. They would probably get rid of Little Brother once they didn't need him anymore.
A loud knocking at the door scattered his already messed up and confusing thoughts. Glancing at the clock, it was nearing midnight. Who in their right mind would be out at this hour, in this storm and in front of his doorstep? Amon, for one. Or maybe someone who needed help, not in the legal sense either.
When he opened the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see a young, drenched blonde on his doorstep. Going straight into flirt mode, he bowed, flashing the blonde a boyish, playful grin.
But she didn't seem affected by him. Her mouth was slightly opened; She was panting, he could clearly see the white wisps of her breath on the chilly night.
"Amon sent me." And with that, dashed all his hopes of getting much from the cute little blonde.
AAOTD: "Amon sent me." I always imaged that Robin came to Nagira looking like a wet cat.
Amon: Why?
AAOTD: Short memory.That's why I can't lie. Plus, I don't remember if they showed Nagira and Robin meeting but yeah. Romance later, introductions and stuff first!
Takara: 'Tis very short.
Amon:'Tis very obvious dumbass.
AAOTD: I'll try to keep updates regular, once every other week on Fridays. R&R, CC or flame. Whatever.
Takara: Whatever?
AAOTD: Whatever.
Takara: Whatever.
Amon: Whatever (didn't want to get left out)
Nagira: Whatdafuck is wrong with you?
AAOTD, Takara, Amon: (flinch)