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PROLOGUE:

REFLECTIONS

'Do angels really fall from the sky?' Amon found himself wondering. He took a chair by the breakfast table, and looked over to the kitchen counter while smoothing his black shirt. A girl was standing there, no, she was a woman now. The light from the window illuminated her ivory skin, making it seem as soft as ever. She wore a white summer dress which fitted her well, carefully showing off her slender figure. Her golden hair ran down the length of her back, shimmering under the sun. He liked it when she let her hair loose. She looked like an angel, and moved with the grace of one.

He found himself entranced to the sight he beheld and stared at the light illuminated figure. At that moment he couldn't think of any reason why anyone would even think of calling her the Devil's Child, but then he was reminded of the overwhelming powers she possessed. It brought back memories. Memories he didn't really like reminiscing about. But he also knew he couldn't forget about them.

He remembered the day it happened so clearly. He had escaped with Robin after their subordinates fled, right before Zaizen's Research Lab collapsed. He was injured then by an Orbo bullet but made it out just in time. Robin took him to a hospital, he recalled, and there fell asleep. When he woke, Robin was nowhere to be seen. He quickly got up from the hospital bed and left, ignoring the protests of the nurses. On his way out of the hospital he met up with Robin. She was wearing her usual black dress and coat with her hair hanging loose. He thought she looked different that way.

"Where have you been?" He asked in his cold manner.

"I've been to see them. I'm glad they are well." Robin replied, hesitantly she added, "I went to see Nagira also. All of them are doing fine."

"You went out without me!" Amon exclaimed.

"I thought you needed to rest." Robin answered truthfully.

"I am your partner unless you think otherwise, Robin." He told her, "And your protector."

Robin seemed surprised at the additional words and recalled her visions of Amon shooting her with his Orbo gun. She always thought of that. "I'm sorry…"

"It's fine," Amon said, slightly shaking his head. "What's done is done."

"Shouldn't you go back to your room?" Robin asked him, trying to change the subject but with a hint of worry at the same time.

"My wounds are healed," he told her, and it was true. He had an exceptional ability of healing quickly.

"I'm sorry, Amon. I just thought I'd let them know we were okay and see if they were as well. They are operating again. They even thought I was a replacement hunter. I'm really glad." She told him with a smile.

"Robin, you must promise me never to talk to anyone again. Especially not them. Somehow I don't think everything is over yet. We must leave at once."

"Leave? Leave where?" Robin asked him as he took her by the hand and hurried to the elevator.

"You'll have to trust me." Was all he answered as he stepped into the elevator, his hand still holding Robin's, and pushed a button.

Robin smiled. "I already told you, Amon. I believe in your heart." And with that, the elevator doors shut tight.

"Would you like some eggs, Amon?" the girl asked softly, if not shyly.

Amon gave a startled blink and quickly regained his stony composure, he had been daydreaming again. And here he said he didn't want to think of the past, "Yes, I'd like some," he answered in his usual manner. Amon had always been serious, and direct oftentimes, even stern, but he knew what must be done apart from what can be done, and he does it. And right now, he is doing what he thinks is right. He watched with following eyes as the girl set a plate of eggs and some bread on the table before him. "Robin, why don't you join me?"

Robin seemed surprised by the offer and tucked her hair behind her left ear cautiously. Politely, she replied "It's all right, Amon. I can eat later." She noticed the bulk of an Orbo gun tucked under Amon's shirt. 'He always has them with him. For safety he says… Safety from me.' she thought sadly. And she was sure he had the Orbo necklace with him as well. She looked away quickly.

"Take a seat and have some breakfast," Amon insisted, and found himself surprised at doing so.

Robin didn't seem to notice any difference with his behavior. She took a seat across him and stared at the tabletop while Amon took a bite of his bread. "How long has it been?" Robin murmured softly, but loud enough for Amon to hear.

They had been hiding in the outskirts of a small village in Italy ever since the incident with STN-J. In a small but comfortable two-story house. Amon thought it best if they didn't contact anybody from the outside world, for Robin at least. He feared someone might have been looking for her and he couldn't risk it. He always told her to stay inside while he attended to buying groceries or anything Robin might need in the house. Robin didn't mind really, she found herself practicing and exercising control over her powers while he was away, she didn't even need to wear her glasses as much anymore. But there are times when she just felt lonely without the company of her former friends. Amon wasn't the kind you could talk to about things.

"I don't think you should worry about time," Amon told her.

"I… No, I guess not. It's just that, I wonder how they are doing. I mean… It has been a long time since…" she never got the chance to finish what she was saying. He abruptly stopped eating and stood up from the table. This was one thing Amon avoided profusely to talk about. He started moving towards his room. "Amon…" Robin called out.

He stopped and without turning to face her, said, "Don't worry, Robin. You have all the time in the world, I promise you that." Then, he left. A little while later, Robin heard the gentle shutting of Amon's bedroom door.

She looked at Amon's half finished plate and sighed.

After clearing up the plates, Robin made her way up the stairs to her room. The morning sun shone brightly as she passed by a window, but she didn't feel like it was morning at all.

She went into her room and plopped down her bed, shutting her eyes she tried to remember her friends. Michael, Doujima, Karasuma, Sakaki… She remembered their names, but their faces were now all a blur to her. She remembered the good times they had together though, and all the help and support she received from them.

She had been without their company for almost four years now; hiding away like some fugitive under a death sentence like she was. It had been hard for her to do it, but she did it for Amon. After all the trouble he went through to help her escape, she couldn't let it all just go to waste. She practically owed him her life. But somehow, she didn't feel grateful.

She gave her head a little shake to remove the thought from her head. The last thing she wanted to be was ungrateful. She stood up and peered through a window; the only things that connected her to the outside world.

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Robin.

The name rang in his head like a bell. It buzzed through his ears and came out through his mouth.

"Robin," he whispered. The room was dark, with the curtains draped over the windows. Amon was lying down on his bed naked from the waist up, staring at the ceiling. He could see her face so clearly. He wanted so badly to reach for it but knew he couldn't. He was imagining it, besides, what would Robin want with a cold-hearted man like him? Tossing and turning, he tried to sleep until Robin would call him out for lunch. Robin. That name kept running nonstop through his mind. His heart kept shouting to him, beckoning him, encouraging him. Robin, it said. It was really all it ever did say.

Amon sat up at the edge of his bed and stared at his hands. "Robin…" he whispered again, and let himself fall down to the bed. Lately, she was all he could think of. It was very much unlike him. 'What's happening to me?' he asked himself. He didn't need to wait for an answer to know. Robin. That's what happened to him.

Robin.

'I want to protect her.' Amon was thinking, 'I want to be the one who takes care of her for the rest of her life.' He found himself confused by his thoughts. These kinds of words were unusual to him. These feelings were as well, but he liked how it felt. He liked how he could think of Robin all the time. How he could think of her face; her eyes, her lips…

"Maybe I know she'll never let me…" Amon muttered. There was a pang of pain when he said that. Robin would never let him do anything that would lay his life on the line for her. "Maybe I know I could never…" he trailed off. He didn't want to finish that thought, much less think of it. It wasn't like him to think of such things. These were his feelings. His feelings weren't important. He had a job to do and that was to hide, and to run. But could they possibly do that forever?

He gave a long sigh and lied back down.

Robin.

Amon shut his eyes and there she was. Her face, her smile.

Robin.

He could see himself with her. She was happily watching the sunset with him. Just the two of them.

Robin.

He saw himself with his arms around her, protecting her. He warded off enemies using his gun. She was so close to him.

Robin.

He loved her and she loved him. It was all he could ask for…

Amon suddenly sat up, feeling angry for thinking such thoughts. He knew what he shouldn't do as well as what he should. But then, nobody ever told him not to fall in love. He stood up and gave the wall a hard punch, hoping to get some sense into his head through his knuckles. His knuckles turned white from gripping so hard. Why was he thinking this? In his head he pictured Robin living her life happily with a man. A man who made her smile all the time. A man who took care of her. A man who he wished could be him. 'A man she could actually love.' He thought regretfully, and gave the wall another punch, not because he was thinking such thoughts but because he knew it could never be him.

"Amon-?" Robin asked urgently behind the slightly opened door.

"How long have you been there?" Amon almost shouted.

"Amon? What's the matter?" There was a hint of worry in Robin's voice. "What's wrong with you?"

"Robin, it's…" Amon thought of something to say, but as he looked into her beautiful emerald eyes, he couldn't possibly tell a lie. Or could he? "It's nothing." He said silently, going back to his old self.

Robin.

The name now rang in his head in a frenzy. He felt his stomach clench and unclench. Robin was there, just outside his room and he was acting aggressive, he had no shirt on besides. Quickly, he searched for what he had been wearing earlier. Robin muttered something weakly as she shut the door silently.

Amon froze as he heard the soft shutting click of the door. He gave out a sigh and grabbed his black shirt. His Orbo necklace shone in the dark like a small star and he quickly put his shirt over it.

He rushed out of his room and found Robin sitting on the breakfast table staring at the window where she had been standing near earlier that morning. She had her back to him and seemed to be thinking deeply not to notice his presence. 'She is thinking of something that burdens her heart.' He observed, and decided to wait a little while more. 'Robin…'

Robin was lost in her thoughts. She had been living with him for a good four years and surely he was always cold and emotionless. She was used to it already for he used to be her partner when she worked as an agent for STN-J, but seeing him having a violent reaction was a bit different. In her mind she could see him standing over her with an Orbo gun aimed at her and ready to shoot. And she pictured herself letting him. Amon was different now. She wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

Amon took a few steps forward when he saw Robin wipe off what seemed to be tears when he heard a soft cluttering sound coming from the front door. He turned to look that way. Robin felt it, too. She stood up and was surprised to see Amon there. The sound grew into a louder clutter until the hanging utensils in the kitchen started to vibrate.

"What- What's going on?" Robin asked as she edged closer to Amon.

"Did you lock the doors?" Amon asked her urgently.

"I did." She answered.

"Robin, hide in my room." He told her.

"What!" Robin exclaimed.

"Hide in my room. Now." He commanded her firmly.

"No, Amon." She said stubbornly.

Amon was the least bit surprised with her behavior. "Please," he begged.

Surprise was written all over Robin's face. 'Please?' Amon actually said it. "Amon… You have changed…" she told him softly and ran to his room just like he told her to.

Amon tried to process what Robin had been telling him. How was he changing? He couldn't understand what she meant by him changing. And if he did, he probably couldn't tell her why. The cluttering suddenly grew into an earthquake like vibration, rocking the house like a cradle. Amon balanced himself to the wall to avoid falling and pulled out his loaded Orbo gun.

He pushed the other thoughts aside and thought of only one thing; protecting Robin. He aimed his gun toward the front door, waiting for an attack. The earthquake came again and the front door creaked open. It was a hair tingling sound. Despite the sunshine outside, the front porch was pitch black. Amon was surprised at the occurrence and a thought entered his mind. Witchcraft. A little later he heard footsteps.

"Hold your fire!" A man's voice said through the dark.

That voice, it was familiar to Amon somehow. Amon kept his gun raised still. "Show yourself!" he shouted. He couldn't let his guard down just because he thought he recognized the voice. A few other footsteps joined that of the first ones as a group of people stepped into the light.

"What!" Amon let out a shocked expression, his gun still pointed at the ones who just came in. "What are you doing here?" He didn't even have to ask, he knew the answer all too well. In his mind, only one thing remained.

Robin.


Author's Notes: I hope you understood my initial idea that the italicized words make up Amon's flashback. Anyway, I hope you liked this prologue, I just thought I'd give a bit of an idea of how this story is going to be like in the future. I hope you guys will read and review because it will be very much appreciated by me. Thanks a lot! I'll update as soon as I get enough reviews so please be patient with me. :-)