~Author Notes~: Another Update...Yay! Again I don't own Amon or Robin they sort of Haunt me so I do what they tell me and write ^_^, I want to give an especially BIG THANK-YOU, To Misora for proof reading if you look at my work you know English isn't my first language, so a big thank you to you, Also a Thank you to Breezy Era, for also reviewing, and I will be working on Amon and Dirk's relationship in the next Chapter.
Burn
Laugh for me
Cry For Me
Pray for me
Lie for me
Live for me
Die for me
Robin glanced down at her bare feet. The rain had soaked her through, and she was in absolutely no condition to be traveling like this on foot. The only thing she had grabbed when they had left the burning apartment was Amon's pack, which contained his personal things, but nothing of importance, she already knew. Aside from having bled on it from her injury, she was sure it would be alright.
There was another problem...the second guy that had been with the burglar, hadn't been normal. She thought she had detected a tinge of a gift, though it didn't seem to be the Craft, and the man did not register to her as a Witch....but what was he?
Her mind raced with possibilities, but her body was tired and just wanted to give out. Suddenly she remembered what Master had said...should she need anything, his door would always be open to her. He had been the first person to befriend her when she had shown up in Japan, and he was still very much a father figure to the girl.
Harry's...she could go there.
She had some Yen with her...but who would trust a girl in a tattered under gown, with a black jacket tossed over her freely bleeding wounds?
Seeing the approaching lights of a car, she turned on her heels and dove into an alley, her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn't a police car, nor was it an unmarked car...Amon had taught her how to look for those. She sighed a little and scolded herself for her fear, she needed to get somewhere safe. She was losing blood and the world was spinning...she probably couldn't have even focused enough to use the Craft if she wanted to.
For what seemed like ages she walked, until she saw the familiar building and smiled:
HARRY'S
Yes...she had made it.
She slipped unseen into the place and hurried up to the bar. Upon seeing her, Master's eyes instantly widened.
"Hello there...Miss Robin, he said, and looked her over. He frowned, taking in her condition, and shook his head. "I don't think miso soup and an espresso is going to cut it this time." He motioned her around the bar, and when she stood there he motioned again. "Come on, honey, you need to lay down before you fall down, he said, as he led her along.
I didn't..." was all Robin could say, as she peered up at the black clad man who only smiled on her with compassion. "Don't turn me in..." she said in a whisper, "I didn't know where else to go." Her voice was hitched. "Amon will get in trouble...and..." Master patted her gently and had her lie down.
I won't turn you in, Robin...nor Amon," he promised. "You just lie back. I am going to contact a doctor friend of mine, to look at you," he said, with no room for argument in his voice. "So you rest here and keep this cloth to that shoulder," he added, as he stroked her hair back from her face. It was strange, but in a way Robin had become a replacement for his own son, almost healing his loss.
Her hand kept pressure on the wound only as long as she could stay awake, for soon she felt her eyelids droop and she was dozing off again. The tranquility surrounding her dropped her into the waiting arms of darkness.
A curse escaped the raven-haired woman as she perched on a near by rooftop and shook her head. She'd lost track of her brother again...Amon was too good at not being found when he didn't want to be. She pressed her hand to the roof and prepared to leap...but something gave her pause as she watched the building burn...there was a presence...
Something disturbingly dark in the rubble...had Robin done this?
Though there were so little difference between the two...was her brother harboring a Witch rather then a Craft User?
Dirk was still pondering this when she heard the distinct sound of footfall beside her. Glancing up, she went wide-eyed...how had he detected her here? Dirk had intercepted the call Robin had made to Amon, and the man in front of her now fit the description perfectly of the one Robin had detailed.
Damn!" She ducked and rolled away as the man tried to replace where her head had been with his boot.
She tumbled to the edge of the building, quick reflexes being the only thing that saved her from a nasty fall three stories down. She sprung back up to her feet, her body spinning as she lashed out with her right foot followed by her left hand, attempting to stun her opponent.
Stay out of this," was all the man said as he easily dodged her attacks, and disappeared over the side of the building. By the time Dirk got there, he was gone, nothing more than a fleeing shadow among many.
This is getting weirder and weirder," she said aloud to herself as she adjusted her sword, which she decided she would make use of next time...ninja-wanna-be's be damned. She wouldn't let them scare her away so easily.
Dirk continued to watch the hotel burn into the early hours of morning, looking for a sign of her brother's return, but she received none. She knew if he needed her he'd seek her out at home. Gerdy would be waiting up for her, and she didn't like to keep the shape-changer waiting.
Amon sat in an inconspicuous back row seat of the subway train.
He knew where he was going now. It should have dawned on him before, that Robin would go to where she felt the safest, possibly either a church or even Harry's. If she had needed aid, Master would have been her best bet. He had left his sister's car back at her stage point, not wanting to leave her without it; besides it was easier to watch his surroundings this way.
He looked absently through a newspaper and glanced up as he felt a presence. A young woman dressed in business clothing stood at his side in the aisle. She smiled charmingly at him, but he didn't move a muscle. "Excuse me, sir..."
Yes?" he asked, to the point.
You are Amon?" she inquired, and he stealthily released the safety of his gun under his trench coat. The girl seemed unfazed, but she held a card out to him. "My boss would like you to come to dinner," she said. The paper fluttered out of her hand and into his lap.
When he caught ahold of her arm, she bowed to him. I can say nothing else...only that I was to deliver this to you."
Having read fear from his grip on her arm, but truth in her eyes, he took the little card and released her, nodding his head. His gaze went back to the window, but upon glancing down, a woman's hand writing had written an address across the back of the card.
Meet me at Kodaci's Rainbow Mirror's.
The Rainbow Mirror's was a place designed to focus and give some relaxation to its visitors. They served an array of gourmet foods and beverages, and was one of the more expensive places to eat in Japan. He slid the card into his pocket. The woman who had given it to him got off at the next stop.
He paused and glanced around again before he too exited the subway. He didn't need to accidentally acquire a tail following him. He would be glad to see Master...he had several questions that needed answering.
As soon as he entered the dim lit bar, Master waved to him, a pleasant smile on his face. Amon made his way over to the bar, making it look casual instead of the calculating move it was, his dark hair dried and fallen over his eyes as it always did. He raised a brow to the man behind the bar.
Master glanced around at the other people in the bar before he spoke to Amon. Come on, I have a package for you, but it's so fragile your going to have to get it." Apparently the man didn't trust someone there, and Amon nodded his head.
It's good that it came in, he agreed, and disappeared in the back with Master.
Once they were safely behind the closed door Master turned a shrewd eye on him. "Robin came in here earlier and she was badly hurt. He paused briefly to observe Amon's reaction, relieved to see a flicker of emotion. I called Rei over, and he stitched her up. The bullet wound did more damage grazing her skin apparently then it should have, she lost a bit of blood; but she's stable now and resting. You can see her if you like."
Amon nodded again after hearing the news, and took the key the bar owner gave him, stopping in his quick stride only when the older man's voice reach his ears again.
You might want to rest a bit too; you look ragged, Amon."
Thank you...I will," he replied, then went into the dark lit room.
His self-proclaimed charge was curled on her side, asleep from the looks of it, so he settled himself in a chair in lieu of disturbing her.
They had a lot to talk about when she awoke.
In a plush apartment across town, an odd conversation was going on. The same woman who had spoken to Amon on the subway lounged on her couch, talking on the phone.
"Yes I saw him, he is quite handsome.." she answered. "Yes...dark hair...eyes so dark they were almost black...tall, brooding...that's him, alright. Yes, I gave him the card, he didn't respond at all." That question seemed to puzzle her.
She shook her head. "Yes, boss, see you tomorrow." She hung up, stood and went to the window and gazed out over the city. Sometimes she wondered what was going on with her boss, but the boss paid her so well she couldn't really care that much. She could live her life in luxury, and that was all she held any true concern about.
Pulling the shades on her window, she too settled in for the night.
All was silent as though the city itself was waiting for the outcome of the events that had been put into motion.
TBC