Sorry if things get a little cheesy here and there, when I re-read my stuff I always think it sounds cheesy so I don't know. Also, sorry for the long wait, the first chap. took me a month to write so you can guess how pathetically slow I am.

Chapter two:

A Rainy Night

Rain soaked Robin on her way to Raven's Flat. It was a cold gray morning. The weather took a turn for the worse last night and storms were predicted to last all week. This was horrible news for Robin, ridding a little scooter to work now seemed like a terrible idea.

"What a way to start the day." Robin mumbled, ringing out her hair and clothes in the parking lot. No one else was there yet. Except Michael, but he was always here. It was a good thing that no one had arrived yet. Robin liked it quiet. To a degree, at least.

"Wow, you look horrible." Michael said when Robin came out of the elevator.

"Thanks." Robin sank into her chair and stared up at the ceiling. "Zeizen isn't here yet?"

"You're the first one here. Which I don't understand, you should have called and gotten a ride with someone else." Michael answered. "You would be less wet."

Robin closed her eyes. She should have, but who would she have called to get a ride with? She felt that if Toko had a forced kindness towards her, then who else did? She just didn't want to be a burden to anyone.

"Hey, Robin?" Michael's voice slipped to a whisper even though they were alone. "What did happen yesterday?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"What are you going to tell Zeizen, then?" Michael pointed out. "He will ask you and you can answer with that."

"I'm going to tell him that nothing happened."

"We both know that that's not true." Michael turned Robin's chair to face him and she opened her eyes. "Why aren't you going to tell him anything?"

"Because nothing really happened." Robin explained. "He just grabbed my arm too tight, that's all." Her look was almost pleading. She was tired of everyone making a big deal out of it, especially when they knew nothing about what happened.

"But you were crying. That can't be all." Michael pressed.

"What difference would it make if I told Zeizen anyway?" Robin asked, changing the subject. "Amon would get in trouble, but what good would that do?"

"I don't know." Michael admitted. "But you still need to report things like this." He was very serious when he added. "Did Amon tell you not to report it?"

Robin burst out laughing. It really wasn't that what he asked was funny, it was just that he was so serious. The thought of Amon even speaking to her outside of work was preposterous. Yesterday proved that. He probably thought that she was annoying and wanted as little to do with her as possible. Why would he care if she reported it or not, he might not even get in trouble if she did because Zeizen liked him so much.

When Robin's laughter died down she noticed that Michael was irritated. "Well sorry for worrying about you." He turned back to his computer and jabbed the keys on the keyboard harder than usual.

Robin was about to apologize when Zeizen entered the building. He didn't seem to notice the two teens at their desks, he made straight for his office. "I guess I better go." Robin said, not to Michael, but more to tell herself to move. She doubted that their boss would believe her when everyone else believed that something was up.

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Robin left Zeizen's office confident that she had convinced him that nothing had happened. It was strange, but he seemed almost too eager to believe that fact. Now it was Amon's turn again to hear from their boss. "Amon, Zeizen wants to speak with you." She said. Amon started towards the office when Dojima came towards them from the elevator.

"Good morning Robin!" She was over peppy today and added a punch to the arm into her greeting. Robin's left arm. It wasn't that she had hit her all that hard, she had just hit her in the exact place where the huge bruise was. Robin staggered backwards into Amon as he was passing by. He caught her to prevent her from falling. "Sheesh, Robin, I didn't know you were such a wimp." Dojima teased, flopping into her chair.

"uh, yeah." Robin mumbled. She straightened up, Amon still holding on to her. Their closeness was weird, he had one arm around her middle and the other on her back. He hadn't ever touched her before, minus yesterday, and the feeling it gave her was strange. She felt …light, like her mind became full of feathers. She blushed slightly.

"I should get going." Amon released his hold on her suddenly and awkwardly. He just stood there for a second, glancing between Robin and Zeizen's office, then turned quickly towards the later and disappeared behind it's door.

"Well that was weird." Dojima said, eying Robin suspiciously. The blond had that look in her eye that she had right before she said something stupid. It was a knowing look being worn by someone who didn't know.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Robin returned to her desk and started up her computer.

"I'm just saying," Dojima continued in an uninterested tone, eyes on a suduko puzzle. "I don't think you're roommate would be happy with you if you stole her precious boyfriend."

Robin's face turned beat red. Her mouth gaped open but no words came out. What the hell was Dojima thinking?! "I-I ju-…uh, What?" She managed to stammer out.

"You heard me." A smile played across Dojima's lips. "I know that look."

"What look?" Robin demanded. She really didn't want to talk about this, especially in front of everyone else in the office.

"You know." Dojima suppressed her laughter. She enjoyed trying to get Robin all flustered, it was funny. Robin caught on that she was just trying to bug her, she rolled her eyes and returned to her work.

It wasn't long until Amon returned from the office. Right away he sent Sakaki and Karasuma to scout out the witch from yesterday. Michael and Robin were assigned to search for new cases. Dojima took it upon herself to get some more coffee beans for the coffee machine and disappeared for the rest of the day.

Things seemed to be back to normal, Robin concluded at the end of the day. She readied herself to head back out into the rain that had gotten worse throughout the day.

"Robin." From behind her she heard Amon call her name. She turned to see him coming from the elevator. "Do you want a ride home?"

"Yes, thank you." She replied. It wasn't as if she could say no, there would be no reason why she would, except to avoid him. She knew that he was going to ask why she didn't tell on him and that's the reason he offered. Or maybe it was a 'thanks' and 'sorry'. Or maybe he was just preventing her from dying out there from hypothermia. Yeah, that was the most likely answer. Robin followed Amon into his car. "It's like a monsoon out there." She commented.

"It's hard enough driving in it, I can't imagine how bad it would be on that thing." Amon nodded to Robin's scooter. He buckled himself in and started the car. Silence followed until the car was out in the rain. It pounded at the vehicle and even seeing up to the edge of the hood was difficult. Cop cars screamed across the road towards countless crashes.

Ring! Ring! Robin checked her pockets for her phone and found that the sound wasn't coming from hers. "Could you get that for me?" Amon said, focusing on the road. Robin leaned over and reached into his coat pocket for his phone.

"Hello?"

"…Robin?" Came Toko's voice on the other end.

"Oh, Toko! Amon offered me a ride home because it's raining." Robin explained.

"Alright, well I was calling to tell Amon that the street in front of our apartment has been blocked off." She paused. "You should just tell him to take you to his place."

"I can walk a bit, it's just rain."

"No, I mean the whole street, You'd end up walking a long, long ways and it's flooding." She explained.

"Toko says the street in front our apartment is closed off." Robin said to Amon. "She says to take me home with you, but…"

"It's fine." He snapped. Actually, he sounded as if he wasn't fine with the idea but he switched lanes to head in the direction of his place anyway.

"Toko?" Robin spoke into the phone again. "Yeah, it's okay. Bye." She hung up the phone and stared out the window.

Soon, Amon pulled the car up next to the curb. Apparently, they had reached the building, but Robin could barely see it through all the rain. There was one upside to the weather; at least it wasn't snow. Snow would be torture.

Robin stepped out of the car to almost be blown away. Amon turned towards her to point out which building to head towards, but she was gone. "Robin?" He called out warily. He walked around the vehicle to see Robin lying face first on the ground. "What are you doing?"

She was soaked and lying in the middle on the street. Robin didn't want to answer that question. Although it was obvious, why did she have to be a klutz? "I don't like the rain." She simply said, getting back to her feet.

Amon shook his head, it was one of those 'girls are weird' moments. He saw that Robin was leaning into the wind as if to fight it's blow. He didn't want her to fall again so he grabbed her wrist. "Come on." He said, starting into a run. When they reached the door he held it for her and followed her in.

"Quite a storm out there, eh Amon?" A man asked when they entered. He was placing mail into the different room's mailboxes. He must be the owner of the building, Robin thought. He spotted her and raised an eyebrow. "Now who's this, a girlfriend?"

Robin flushed and dropped her gaze to her feet. Amon quickly let go of Robin's wrist. "She's just someone I work with." He sounded almost angry when he said this. Robin supposed it was because he actually had a girlfriend and it wasn't her.

"I see." The owner turned back to the mail. "None for you today, but there was a call for you not to long ago from a Miss Toko."

"That's alright, she called my cell phone." Amon headed for the stairs. Robin followed. Once they got half way up the staircase Amon stopped and turned back to Robin like he was going to say something.

"What?" Robin asked when he turned back around without saying anything. They came to the top and A man was sitting in his doorway, watching them. Robin thought he was weird so she kept staring at him.

Amon reached back and pulled her forward, so that he was between her and the man. "Don't look him in the eye." He whispered to her so the man wouldn't hear.

"Why?" Robin asked, trying to peer around Amon.

"He's a psychopath." Amon said. Though that didn't explain why she couldn't look him in the eye, Robin nodded and stopped trying to get a good look of him. Through the next door they passed, shouting could be heard. It sounded like a husband and wife were fighting over something. Their shouting died away after they passed two more doors and was replaced by the sound of a loud movie. The next door was Amon's and he stopped there to grab his key.

A woman dressed in black crept out of the door next to them. "Hey, Amon." She sounded sick. "Want some weed?" Or stoned. That works too.

"No." Amon snapped.

She turned to Robin. "How about your friend?" She croaked.

"She doesn't want any either." Amon pushed Robin into his room and slammed the door shut after him.

"Fun neighbors." Robin commented. She glanced around the apartment. It was small, one room plus bath. He had a twin sized bed in the far corner with a TV facing it and a dresser by the head, a small kitchen area just to the left and a table with four chairs circling it in the middle of the room.

Amon threw his coat over one of the chairs and Robin did the same. "Just wait, they get worse." He said bitterly. He bent over a pile of towels in front of the bathroom and threw one at Robin. "You'll catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes." Next, he went over to his dresser and started digging through the clothes.

"That's okay," Robin said, knowing he wouldn't find anything that could fit her. She wasn't that wet now that she took her coat off anyway. "I'm f-fAchoo!" She sneezed into her sleeve .

"Right." Amon said sarcastically. He held up a white t-shirt. "This should be good for sleeping in?" Robin nodded, grabbed the shirt and hurried into the bathroom.

Robin wondered to herself why Toko thought that this was a good idea. She knew her roommate was a little cuckoo, but not insane! Who in their right mind would come up with something like this, Robin guessed that she thought she was just a kid and nothing would happen, but still! Wait…why would she have called Amon in the first place, she said she was going to tell him what she told her, but…they must have had another date planned. If they were going to go out every day, they should just get married and save them the trouble.

As Robin's thought train moved all over the place, Amon flipped through channels. He wasn't watching anything, it was just on for the noise. He passed a show that had a woman hanging up laundry and he stopped. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. "You can hang the wet clothes on that shelf in there." He called. He waited at the door until he heard Robin mumble an 'ok'. Amon resumed flipping through channels.

Robin stepped out of the bath, probably the shortest she ever took and reached for the shirt Amon had given her to wear. When she put it on, it came down to about mid thigh. Robin blushed, the thought of being seen like this was unbearable.

Amon was staring blankly at the TV when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. He spotted the bathroom door opening a crack, Robin was peering out the crack, almost like she was trying to be a spy. She glanced around caught Amon's eye and shut the door again. He wondered briefly what she was doing because she did it a second time. When she opened the door for a third time Amon asked impatiently. "What do you want?"

At the sound of his voice she jumped, knocking into the door causing it to swing open so when she tried to hold onto it for balance it continued swinging and she fell to the ground. "Nothing." She responded, sulking.

Amon suppressed a chuckle at the spectacle and returned to his dresser. He picked out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, he had to wear more than usual being that there was a girl present. "You can use the kitchen, if you want to." He said as he turned towards the bathroom.

"Oh, have you eaten yet?" Robin asked.

"No."

"Then would it be okay if I made dinner for the both of us?" It was a simple request but she was nervous about his answer.

Amon stared down at her, she was still sitting on the floor, and shrugged. "Sure, thanks." He shut the bathroom door behind him. When he hung his wet clothes to the shelf he noticed something that stayed in his mind. Robin had hung her clothes on the shelf just as he directed, her dress, her slip and her bra. She isn't wearing a bra. He tried shaking the thought out of his mind but it wouldn't budge. So, after a quick bath when he exited the room, he found himself staring at Robin's chest. He really didn't mean to, but for some reason every time he'd look away, he'd find himself string again. He felt like a pervert.

Robin felt awkward as she made the two of them dinner, Amon kept staring at her. He had a strange expression on his face like he was angry and his face was bright red. She thought he must have seen what she was making and didn't want to eat it, but there wasn't much in the fridge so she continued making it anyway. She was making fried chicken, there was a box of it in the fridge and not much else so she assumed it would be okay. It didn't take very long because it was one of those pre cooked things so all she had to do was heat it up.

They ate in silence and Robin was happy to find that Amon enjoyed the meal, at least she thought he did based on the way he ate. Next door they could still hear a movie playing, it sounded like one of those super long, cheesy romance films. On the other side they heard wailing. It sounded like someone was trying to summon something. When they finished eating, Robin spoke. "What are we doing for sleeping arrangements?" She glanced at the bed at the back of the room. She felt like an idiot asking it but someone had to eventually and she couldn't picture Amon doing it.

"You can have the bed." He said throwing the dishes into the dishwasher.

"No, that's all right, I'll take the floor." Robin offered, not wanting to force him out of his own bed.

Amon knew that he wasn't going to get any sleep that night either way so he thought that Robin should take the bed so at least one of them would get some sleep. "Don't be stubborn, just do as I say." The tone he used made it sound like he was talking to a little kid. It infuriated her. If he was going to treat her as a kid, she might as well act like one.

She plopped herself onto the floor, crossed her arms and asked. "Why should I?" Amon glared at her from across the room and Robin cast him a smug look. In two short steps he was standing over her, he picked her up and placed her on the bed. Then he laid down on the floor and turning his back to her.

"Just go to sleep."

Robin huffed and flipped over so that her back was to his. For a while there was silence. Then lightning flashed through the bedside window with a loud crash. Robin sat straight up in shock. She quickly glanced around the room then laid back down, this time facing Amon's back. Thunder crashed again and she jumped and clung to the sheets. "A-Amon?" She whispered. Crash! "Amon, are you awake?"

Trying hard to ignore her wasn't working out very well, After every sound of thunder she would try to get his attention and now he felt her poking him in the shoulder. "What?" he finally snapped, turning around to face her. She was leaning out of the bed with on hand on the floor to keep her up. She shrunk back a bit.

"W-would you sleep next to me, please?" Robin asked softly.

Shocked, Amon repeated himself. "What!"

"W-well, it's just that…" She fumbled, embarrassed. She stopped and cringed at the thunder.

"Oh, uh…" He mumbled, understanding. Robin looked really frightened, so he grudgingly climbed into the bed next to her. Still, she looked as if something was wrong. "What is it now?"

"Actually, could I have that side?" Robin pointed towards Amon.

Amon rolled his eyes, but agreed to switch. Now he was on the side closest to the window, he assumed that that was the reason, to get away from the window. He turned his back to Robin and stared at the wall. He felt her lean into him and clutch the back of his shirt when the lightning struck. What a dumb thing to be afraid of. Amon thought. Nevertheless, he turned to his other side and wrapped an arm around the terrified girl.

Robin seemed to relax and when Amon looked down at her he saw a smile on her face. Maybe he was going to get to sleep tonight, he thought to himself at the sight and laid his head on the pillow.

"Oh, baby…" Amon's eyes flashed open at the sound, he glanced at Robin and saw that it hadn't come from her for she had the same 'what the hell' look on her face. Amon growled loudly, he knew where it was coming from, his neighbor must have had one of her boyfriends over. He sat up uncomfortably as the moans and thumping from next door continued.

"Sorry." Amon said. "They'll be at it for hours." He reached for the remote and flicked on the TV. "It's not like we'll get any sleep anyway."

"You were right, they did get worse." Robin referred to his earlier comment on his neighbors. She sat up and held her knees to her chest.

"And the girl over there," Amon pointed to the other wall where the pot girl lived. "thinks she's a fortune teller, 'spiritual guide' she calls herself. The room between the yelling couple and her," He pointed back at the other wall. "Is empty but our fortune teller says it's haunted. Beyond fortune teller's room is a guy whose always coming up with weird foods to test on us, then a group of people who are trying to be professional singers."

"Are they any good?" Robin asked.

"No and the practice all the time." Robin chuckled and Amon added. "I think this floor was made to house the strange."

"And you're strange because?"

"How many people hunt witches?" Amon countered.

"Good point." Conversation ended and they sat watching the television for a few hours. Amon found himself growing tired and saw that Robin had already fallen asleep against his shoulder. On her arm, he spotted the bruise he had given her. He had meant to talk to her about it but it was to late now. He'd have to wait until tomorrow.

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Okay, so what do you think? Please review! Actually it was going to be a whole lot longer but i chose to save that stuff for the next chapter.