Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Witch Hunter Robin, I just really like them.
Voices
21 Nov 2008
Releasing a soft, almost inaudible sigh, Robin bowed her head and let the flood of voices flow around her. Times like this were when she truly felt alone in the world.
Normally words like 'alone', 'quiet' and 'silent' were not negative things to her. She understood them and enjoyed their atmosphere like few others ever do. She supposed it was because of being raised in the monastery. She had learned to appreciate the silence, but she had never felt alone. There were always people around - smiling people whose words floated through the air like a familiar song in the background. This, though, was different.
Standing there, with all of the people enjoying the world around her, she had never quite felt this ... isolated. People spoke, but she did not understand the words. There was no familiar cadence to their voices, but instead an alien tongue that sounded off beat and strange to her ears. It put her in a seclusion unlike anything she had felt before.
She thought she would understand what they were saying, or at least enough to likely gather the meaning, if they spoke slower, but that knowledge didn't help the strange, aching pain she felt inside. There was no comforting hand to guide her here, no familiar melody to listen to. She felt like she was drowning in the sea of unintelligible words around her.
"Robin," the low baritone of her partner cut through the bewildering voices surrounding her. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he asked, "Do you understand why we are here?"
The young girl nodded her head, realizing that, to most, the tone and pace of his words probably sounded condescending. To her, though, they were blessed - a voice that she could interpret, a cadence that felt familiar. He was often slow and deliberate in his speech with her while the others' voices would tend to flow too fast for her to understand. Briefly she wondered if the man had done the same for others.
"Hai, Amon," she finally whispered, smiling up at the person who provided her an island of familiarity, however fleeting and unintentional it may have been. For this alone, he would always hold a place in her heart.
A/N: Reviews and comments are greatly appreciated on this one. I don't feel that it is done the way I want it, so it's likely to get modified along the way.