A/N: I finished watching Witch Hunter Robin last week, and I loved the ending...and yet, was a bit annoyed. Don't read if you don't want spoilers. Basically, I repeated the ending in my own words, and then added what I thought might be following. This is a one-shot, so I will not be continuing it. Please read and review! By the way, if you really want me to continue it, I might write a separate fanfiction about the STN-J's reaction. I researched the symbolism behind the color of black. If you find any errors with the symbolism, please do let me know! Thank you.

"Expect a wonderful encounter. Your lucky color is black."

Black. Nagira read his horoscope out loud, casually. Wonderful encounter, eh? he thought to himself. He usually never listened to these stupid horoscopes. He just read them for the heck of it. Most of the time, they were random and general…sort of like the slips of white paper in fortune cookies. Nagira looked over his shoulder as he heard the soft rumbling of a car that soon halted. He watched as the green car door opened, and a black shoe stepped out onto the pavement.

Black. There was a fluttering black hem of a skirt that could be seen.

Black. The young lady stepped out of the car, completely, shutting the car door. Her black-themed attire was typical of her; she was almost always seen wearing it. The black dress and black apron and the odd ribboned ponytails that were so characteristic of her stuck out straight to the sides, as usual, with some strands of dirty-blonde hair falling in front of her face.

Nagira's breath caught in his throat. He dropped the magazine that was in his hand, and it landed with a plop. He thought she had died. He thought that the witch hunter who was also a witch, blessed with the power of flames, had died in that explosion a few months before. If she was alive…then perhaps Nagira's brother was alive too? Is Amon alive…? Nagira wondered to himself. His question was soon answered.

The opposite door of the car swung open, and out stepped another person clad in black. His black trench coat quivered a bit as a soft breeze flowed past.

Black. Black definitely was Nagira's lucky color. Especially this day in particular. Nagira didn't say anything; he was quite speechless. But, he didn't need to say anything. He smiled brightly, and the fifteen year old girl in black returned the smile as she stood there, briefcase in hand. The man on the other side of the car shut the door, and the breeze moved up, ruffling his black hair.

Nagira managed to say their names: "Robin. Amon."

Then, Nagira thought he saw something…a smile starting to curl Amon's lips. Amon has never smiled before, has he? Nagira thought. Then, when Nagira studied his brother's face once more, he shrugged and thought, I must have imagined it. The beginning-of-a-smile was no longer there. Amon and Robin started to walk towards Nagira as Nagira stood up.

Black. "How is the STN-J doing?" Robin asked in her quiet voice. Black was an interesting color. Black symbolized witch craft, which was nicknamed 'black magic' by some. Black could be linked with depression and sorrow, too. It represented death, and the emptiness that might be left behind. But…black was not all negativity. Within every death or 'end' is a new beginning. Black could also be linked with the unknown. Is the unknown always bad? No. Even though many people hate the unknown, thinking that anything not known is threatening…that is not true. Just because something is unknown does not mean humans should try to destroy it, to ostracize it, to look down upon it. The unknown could be 'normal.' Just like the witches may be, someday.