Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Witch Hunter Robin or any of its characters/ideas.
A/N: This story has kind of a weird setting. It takes place after the actual series ends, so Zaizen is dead and all. But somehow Amon and Robin are still working at the STN-J and they still use Orbo. The fic has to be after Zaizen has died so you can all make up your own reasons for the why of everything or you can just ignore it.
Also, I wouldn't recommend reading this if you're a big Touko fan and it's definitely NOT Touko/Amon.
Anyways, enjoy!
As heavy clouds shifted to cover the full moon, the dark alleyway was plunged into total darkness. Nothing was distinguishable except shadows that swayed against the disheveled stones of abandoned buildings. Nothing could be heard except the sound of soft footsteps and anxious breathing.
"Robin."
She would have responded had the deep male voice not been interrupted by footfalls other than her own. She silently slipped a hand into the pocket of her trench coat and pulled out a pair of slim black glasses before cautiously rounding the corner to where the heavy footsteps awaited her.
"Robin."
Impatience with a hint of worry. But any reassurance to her partner would immediately alert the witch of her presence.
A darker shadow than the night was approaching her swiftly, stopping as it spotted her against the mouth of the alley. Now standing only a few meters away from the witch, her eyes sparked the flame as it ignited the man.
"ROBIN."
Blinded by the light of her own flames, she was caught of guard by the sound of yet more footsteps. Before she could think, before she could even begin to act, she was forced to the ground as a heavy weight pressed down upon her.
Momentarily thrown, she struggled helplessly to free herself from her captor. A hand pinned her down and several gunshots rang in her ears. Glancing above her head she realized that the man pinning her to the ground held a gun in his other hand. An orbo gun.
Relief flooded through her body as she became aware of Amon above her. However, relief was suddenly drained out of her and replaced by anxiousness as Amon shifted himself so that he was hovering over her, a hand placed on either side of her head.
As she slowly met his piercing gaze that made her heart race, she flushed slightly and tried to move her head. She stopped dead as he brought his face closer to hers. There had only been inches between them before; now she could feel his warm breath against her pale skin on her lips.
"We should get back to headquarters," he said bluntly, rising as he talked. He offered her a hand and helped her up off the ground.
As he turned to leave she noticed two things she had missed before: near the mouth of the alley lay the body of what must have been a second witch and right below Amon's shoulder, was a long gash in his coat where something had sliced through it.
Piecing together what must have taken place only minutes before, she walked shakily forward after Amon.
The briefing room was lit only by the glow of the screen on which the faces of the two witches they had faced were currently projected. Michael was just now going over the identity of the second witch, who had been unexpected on their hunt.
"Hitoshi Akita had been business partner to Kusatsu for about three years prior to the murders. We had no idea before now that they were still in connection with each other. According to our database..."
Robin had begun to tune out Michael's words only a short while after he had begun speaking. She tried to focus on the information he was giving them but her mind and her gaze continued to wander to the dark hunter sitting at the opposite end of the table.
Amon sat with his hands resting on the table in front of him, staring unemotionally forward at the screen. Every now and then he would comment on the witch in question.
Robin quickly put her head down and averted her eyes as his gaze rested briefly on her, the determined gray of his eyes seemingly deeper.
She was brought back to the rest of the STN-J abruptly as Dojima kicked her from under the table. Robin flushed when she realized Michael had paused and was staring at her, and so were all of the others.
Thankfully, it didn't take long for them to go back to the discussion.
"Anyways, as I was saying, the chances of Ozawa being linked with Kusatsu and Akita aren't extremely high, but we should be on guard. So far he hasn't shown any signs of being a craft-user, but several of his relatives have." Michael was cut off as Amon spoke up from the shadows.
"So we just need to keep a close watch on Ozawa. I think we've covered everything." He glanced around the room briefly and then stood; pausing, he added, "You're all free to go."
As she was headed out into the main office Robin caught Amon's eye. He made a move as if to stop her but stopped as the administrator's voice cut through the departing commotion.
"Mr. Amon, can I see you in my office for a moment?" Kosaka tried to make himself sound self-important and demanding, but the statement came out as more of a polite request as Amon turned his stony gaze on the recently appointed administrator.
Robin simply stared after him as he strode into the administrator's office, with Kosaka following in his wake.