Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin...-Mumbles- Not that I ever claimed to...
Rain lightly tapped the windshield of the black car making its way down the streets of Tokyo producing a lulling melody that had the car's sole inhabitant slightly calmed. It was 11:46 at night, a rather dark and cold time of night to be out, especially since it was raining. Most people wouldn't dare step outside on such a night but Amon didn't mind tonight's conditions. He liked the night and the rain didn't particularly bother him. Upon such thoughts, he realized he may or may not have been a tad selfish in deciding to visit Touko after work. He didn't think of the possibility that she could be asleep, hell, there was even a chance she could be out but he doubted it. He didn't call, didn't write, didn't attempt to contact her in any way. Instead, he just up and decided he'd just show up. Is that selfish? Is that rude? Did he care?
As the rain continued to drop he couldn't help allowing his mind to drift to other topics, most of which, if not all of which, revolved around Touko in one way or another. Despite allowing thoughts of Touko and his current situation to enter his mind, he was keeping tabs on what he thought of. There were some places he would tread lightly on and only for a bit before moving on just in case he trapped himself in a deadly emotional game.
He met Touko when he was 16 and she was 13 Amon recalled. He hadn't been interested in her at all then; she was just a kid and, even though he was mature for his age, he was closed off, distant. He never showed interest in making friends or having a girlfriend. While other boys were at school, dating, and worried about cars, their friends, and the girls around them, indulging themselves in hormonal and childish activities, he was focused on staying away from others and simply surviving in a world that hadn't shown him warmth or kindness since his mother's death. He was afraid although he'd never admit that to himself; not then, not now.
She was cute though, small with brown hair and big brown eyes that shined when she smiled. They were so full of warmth. He remembered seeing her standing behind her father, and his new boss mind you, smiling shyly out from behind his legs, too timid to come out and meet him without a small push from her father, Takuma Zaizen. It wouldn't be until he was 22 and she was 19, however, that he'd see her again.
It was…hard…to admit to himself but, by that time in his life, after serving the STNJ loyally for 6 years, he had felt slightly lonely but only slightly he reassured himself. He worked for a year alongside his colleagues before realizing how solitary such a job was. He shared a common bond with his fellow hunters but calling it friendship felt a little odd as though saying it would be adding more to their relationships than there actually was. He remained ever focused on his work but still, thoughts of the outside world still filtered in every now and again such as before he went on a hunt while driving through Tokyo and seeing normal people living normal lives, or during those moments in which his time wasn't occupied with something else and he became curious about how the "normal" citizens of Tokyo lived. Wasn't it normal, after all, for a man to date a woman? Wasn't it normal for a man to have friends? Wasn't it normal for a man to…feel? Was he even normal to begin with?
And thus a relationship with Touko began, with her father's blessings of course. He had sat down a seat away from her at Harry's, a small, classy bar, one day and heard a soft, happy voice say his name. Upon turning to see who was calling him, his eyes met with familiar warm, chocolate eyes and almost immediately realized it was Touko. She introduced herself, asking if he remembered her upon which he shook his head yes and continued to talk to him as though they were long lost friends. She was, apparently, not as shy as she had once been. Of course she wouldn't be, he had thought to himself, she was 19, a woman now. She was all grown up.
They continued their conversation, Touko doing most of the talking and Amon listening attentively, answering her every so often. She seemed content to talk and just be heard. She was talking about work when Amon glanced over at two figures moving in the corner. There was a man and a woman, smiling at one another, seating themselves at a table for two, back away from everyone else. The lighting of the room hit a metal band on the man's left hand and Amon recognized it as a wedding band. The two were married.
Looking over at Touko, he wondered, for a split second, if he'd ever find himself in such a relationship. Pushing the thought out of his mind, he politely interrupted Touko and said he'd have to go as he was expected back at the office but asked if she'd like to go to dinner sometime. Her eyes lit up at his request and it didn't take her long to answer his question with a yes. He gave her a small smile and asked for her phone number and address as he realized, even though he met her 6 years prior and worked for her father, he hadn't the slightest clue as to where she lived.
She asked for a pad of paper and a pen from Master and quickly jotted down her information and handed it to Amon. As he reached for it, their hands brushed lightly and she smiled at him before standing up. Amon's heart jumped a bit in his chest as he realized, rather quickly, that he made…a date. Well, it would be a date as soon as he called but it would be an actual date. What on Earth had made him do such a thing? As Amon sat at a red light, thinking back to that particular day, he found he was wondering the same thing yet again.
"Why did I ever think to ask her out?" Amon thought to himself, running a hand through his hair, listening to Mother Nature's music. He thought he knew why but…this was one of those things he'd rather no tread on at all. As the red light turned green, Amon continued his thoughts once more.
He called later that night, figuring it would be the polite thing to do, and arranged a dinner date for the two of them for the night after the next. The next day at work he had a hard time keeping his mind focused on the job at hand. Even though he was 22 years old, he was the equivalent of a 16 year old taking his girlfriend out in his parents' car for the first time ever. What would he say? Did he have anything of interest to say? As he thought of this, he realized, he did. His life would, no doubt, be really very interesting but talking about it was not an option. He wasn't the type to reveal such personal thoughts, memories, and feelings so quickly…
Upon remembering this particular memory, Amon's mouth curled slightly into a small, bitter smile. "He wasn't the type to reveal such personal thoughts, memories, and feelings so quickly…" At 25 years of age, Amon had been "dating" Touko for about three years…and had yet to reveal, really, anything of substance to the woman. "I must not be the type to reveal such personal thoughts, memories, and feelings slowly either…" he thought humorlessly to himself. How ironic.
The dinner had gone better than he had imagined it would as, right up until the last minute, such questions as "What should I do during the date?", "What should I say?", "What happens if…" were running through his head. He found that she enjoyed talking to him and didn't seem to mind that he was a better listener than he was a talker so he, to his relief, remained quiet most of the time, happy with just listening.
He took her home, walked her to her door, and, as he stood there with her in front of her apartment, felt odd that he, Amon, had just been on a date. It didn't feel like him but he couldn't help but feel…
"I couldn't help but feel things might…" Amon whispered to himself, pulling over alongside the road, outside of Touko's apartment. Sighing to himself, he went back to his thoughts once again.
That night, before she entered her apartment, Amon kissed her. He, yet again, wasn't sure why or what he was doing feeling as if he were acting completely out of character. He was, hopelessly…lost. Was he making a big deal out of nothing? It was a kiss…just a kiss, right? People kiss all the time…and he was an adult. It was perfectly okay, Amon reassured himself as soon as Touko closed the door behind her. Things would be okay…but why did he feel so…
They had continued to see each other after that, Amon and Touko eventually easing into seeing one another more often, eventually becoming more comfortable with one another. To Amon's relief, a kiss here and there became easier for him to handle as well and he, gradually, worked himself up to more passionate displays of affection…just not in public.
Touko was his first. His only, even at 25. He wondered if she knew that…
They were at her apartment when it happened and, even though Amon was inexperienced, he seemed to know what to do. It wasn't planned, it was completely spontaneous, something that occurred after getting a bit too cozy on the couch on a rainy night like tonight and then finding their way back to her room. He awoke later that night to find Touko snuggled up against him, her warm skin against his and he felt…
Amon propped his arm up against the door of his Audi and placed his head on his hand, thinking hard about that night. What did he feel that night? He felt two things, both of which he had felt before…
Feeling his stomach do a flip after thinking on such things…such feelings…so hard and long, Amon took a deep breath to calm his stomach and headed up to Touko's apartment.
Please read and review, as usual. -Smiles-
This is my third Witch Hunter Robin story and, hopefully, this one will be longer than the second but shorter than the first. -Laughs- To better sum this up: I'm going to attempt to write a story coming from, mainly, Amon's point of view starting from a point before Robin's arrival. I will, most likely, end up adding in other points of view as I'm almost incapable of writing from just one view. -Laughs-
Anyways, I won't be following the series exactly. Don't worry though, a lot will be left in but in order to make my idea work, I'll need to let some things out and add some in. I won't get completely off base, promise. :)