Chapter 2
"Because I can't"
Robin stare at him wide eyed, her green jade eyes displaying her confusion. Her lush lips were trembling and involuntarily Amon dark gaze were pulled to it and lingered. There were only barely a few inches of distance between them and Amon long to close them and touch the young witch. To satisfy his curiosity and see for himself whether the girl feel as soft as she looks. All grace and soft curves. Robin doesn't walk, she glides and unknowingly enthrall him when she does. He couldn't get his eyes off of her.
And for that he was angry. Angry at her for making him feel things that he can't control. Angry at the world for pitting her with Robin. Angry at her for being so enchantingly beautiful. Angry at himself for lusting after a girl who is too young, too naive and too innocent for a man as jaded and embittered like him. He's twenty-five years old and he felt twice his age.
"Amon...?" Amon almost sighed at the sound of her soft lyrical voice and then berate himself for it. Protector A Guard Dog. That's what he is now to Robin. And that is how he should stay. What possessed him to say those things? What made him so mad, he confessed the truth to her? Amon knew the answer even before he asked the question. Because she touched him. The way no one, no even Touko could and she was the closest person to him other than his brother. Robin made him feel things, think about things that had never even crossed his mind before and that pissed him off.
"Forget it."
"But..."
"Bed." he growled and saw Robin color from the single word. It took him a second to realize what he had said - implied - and scowled. "There's only one bed, so just bear through it for one day. We'll find somewhere more accommodating tomorrow."
All tension visibly shifted from her shoulder and she sighed. But not before he spotted the tiny flicker of something in her eyes. Disappointment? It can't be, maybe his own longings was making him see things.
"Um, Amon?"
"What?"
"What you said -" Amon cut her off with a shake of his head.
"Later. We'll discuss about it later." Preferably never. It was the concussion to his head that made him say those things. Doesn't matter he doesn't have a concussion. It was still a moment of madness.
"And, Robin. Don't thank me for unnecessary things anymore. If you went rogue..." Amon let his word trail and by the badly concealed shiver from Robin, he knows she understand.
He walked to the bed and gingerly lowered himself on it, not waiting to see if Robin followed him. He turned to face the wall and bit down the gasp of pain his sudden movement brought him.
He closed his eyes and slowly relieved the tension from his shoulder and evened out his breathing. But he wasn't asleep. He was waiting. Robin putter about for a good ten minutes before the girl had the courage to lay next to him. Still he waited. Until Robin was breathing evenly and her body lay limp with fatigue as she sleeps. Amon turned then. To look at her. To look at the soft tawny hair, now unbound as it frame her soft pretty face. Her body, always encased in black, all soft lines and curves in her black dress. The way she unconsciously wrap her arm around her in a protective gesture. He pulled the blanket and covered the girl with most of it, tucking it in. And he looked at her until the wisp of fatigue grasped him tight and he fall into a restless slumber of a hunter.

A/N

Okay, so another cliff hanger. Probably a very disappointing one but it was somewhat satisfying to me. It's shorter but I have my reason for it, I think. Again, review if you want the next chapter. I promise you, it gets better. Hopefully.