It had been two months since Amon came back home, to his childhood home anyways. Wherever he went in the dark, lifeless house, he would have flashbacks or memories of his old life, of himself as a child but mostly his mother. It was sometimes overwhelming. On occasions he would be thrown back into the past, looking upon himself in his mother's protective lap but other times he was reliving it. Amon gripped his head as everything was coming back to him, memories better off forgotten rushed though his mind as he watched his mother get hunted…again and again and again. This place would drive him insane if he stayed any longer.
They were back too, his nightmares that is. Since coming to this 'safe house', his nightmares began once again. He would wake up in a cold sweat, his dark, fear-filled eyes darted around the room to make sure he was alone. She would always run in, panic written all over her face. She was always there for him, just like his mother used to be. Robin would ask what was wrong and he would just grunt, wanting to be alone. She always left after she was sure he was alright, if he wasn't then she would stay no matter what. Robin…She was different from the others. She reminded Amon of his mother, a little too much…maybe.
Nights passed; mornings came and everything was as normal as can be. Robin was in the little kitchen making breakfast while Amon was on the couch, deep in thought as usual. Then his surrounding changed. He wondered what he was going to see this time as he sighed and waited. The bright color of the once ripped, faded wallpaper returned and the house was bright and cheerful again with the fresh scent of lavenders. He looked around for a younger version of himself but when he didn't find one, he looked at his reflection. Amon was going to relive it this time.
She walked in the room, fear and panic could be seen. Robin? No… As she came closer, her long, blonde hair shorten at up to her shoulders and changed to a raven black color. The emerald pools of her eyes turned into a sparkling, sky blue.
"What's wrong?" Amon's mother asked him. Oh how he wanted his previous life to be nothing more than a bad, horrible dream, no, nightmare. Amon took a few steps forward, he wanted to know if she was real, if she was alive, if she was warm. As his fingers met the warmness coming from her body, he brought his small, slim arms around her waist and clasped his hands together. She was very real and very much alive. The little boy in him took over and hugged her tighter, never wanting to let go. She was his lifeline, she was the only woman he ever truly loved besides the one in the kitchen. Amon felt her arms protectively wrap around his head, her touch was so heavenly. He felt so safe, wanted and most of all, loved. Something he had to grow up without while training to be a hunter for the STN-J.
Waves of unknown feelings ran though him as silent tears rolled down his boyish face. He pressed his face onto her stomach, wiping away his tears with the fabric of her apron. He didn't care that he was crying right now, his mother was the only one who ever saw him crying anyways. He opened his eyes and met her warm, knowing gaze. Her luminous, blue eyes were filled with tender love and something else he couldn't identify.
All of a sudden, everything was changing, aging, turning back to the state that it was presently in. The wallpaper dulled and turned into shreds. Dust and cobwebs appeared as the warm, welcoming home that Amon grew up in disappeared slowly. The house was cold and lonely once again. Everything was fading faster and faster, he looked up to see the light from his mother leaving with the rest of his memories. He held onto her tighter, not wanting her to leave, not allowing her to move. He had lost his mother once at such a young and tender age, he didn't want to lose her again. Not again, never ever.
It wasn't fair, it's never been fair! Why should he have no family, no loved ones, no life other than kill or be killed? Anger and sorrow washed over the broken ex-hunter as he reflected upon his darken life. No one was ever nice to him, they didn't even spare him the pain or nightmares that followed of having to watch his mother, the one who gave him life, shot repeatedly. Flashbacks of how she died, her body bloody and torn from battle, slowly limping to the floor, fighting death and gravity losing both battles and ultimately the wars. He remembered her lips moving but no sound coming out. Her body slowly fell to the floor, gravity winning the fight. Solomon had taken his life away…
"Amon…" Her sweet, soft voice called out for him. She sounded so far away. A new batch of tears ran down his face, he didn't want her to leave so soon. Then everything was back to normal. He wasn't a little boy anymore, he was a grown man again. His mother was gone and in her place was his Robin. The look in her eyes were just like his mother's.
Robin was filled with concern and questions but she couldn't voice anything. Why did he scream all of a sudden? Why did Amon embrace her and cried on her? She always saw Amon as the strongest person she would ever met so why was he crying at all? He never showed emotion let alone sadness or pain. But this was not the Amon she knew, far from him. Maybe he was, just another side of him. Maybe the man before her was actually a child, a childlike Amon. For once she was finally able to comfort him as he fell to his knees. He cried and during that moment showed his emotions. He was scared, alone and full of sorrow. He was just so…defenseless, so… vulnerable and needing comfort. New feelings erupted in her, not her feelings but more of a motherly instinct. As Amon fell and cried, she just had no choice but to comfort him. It just felt so natural to her having him hold her and she hold him.
"What's wrong? You can tell me." She whispered softly.
Tears filled her eyes as she felt Amon's distress and undying, limitless sorrow take over. Nagira once told her that Amon's mother was hunted right in front of him at the place where they were meant to be safest, their home. A little boy having to see his mother die and then taken away had to have some negative effects on the mind and spirit. But how heartless could Solomon be to just shot her right there? So many feelings rushed though Robin's body and mind, all of them were indescribable. There were no words to express what she was feeling, what they were both feeling. This whole thing was just too heart wrenching.
"It…just hurts." Amon finally answered. His fragile mask was on but Robin could tell with just one touch it could shatter. She didn't want to push him into talking or confessing about something unless he wanted to tell. Shoe could wait until he was ready to spill his secrets.
Robin stepped back and held out her hand for Amon to take. He looked up at her, eyes full of unhidden grief, no longer producing tears and not trying to hide anything. Amon took her hand and slowly rose up to his feet like a reborn phoenix, rising out of the ashes of death to deliver a new hope, a new light.
Amon and Robin were on a new level now, this was the beginning of their new lives…together.
A/N: Should I end it there? And sorry it took me so long to update, I just couldn't find the right feelings, I have major mood swings and can only write good when I'm angry. I know Amon's way out of character.
They were back too, his nightmares that is. Since coming to this 'safe house', his nightmares began once again. He would wake up in a cold sweat, his dark, fear-filled eyes darted around the room to make sure he was alone. She would always run in, panic written all over her face. She was always there for him, just like his mother used to be. Robin would ask what was wrong and he would just grunt, wanting to be alone. She always left after she was sure he was alright, if he wasn't then she would stay no matter what. Robin…She was different from the others. She reminded Amon of his mother, a little too much…maybe.
Nights passed; mornings came and everything was as normal as can be. Robin was in the little kitchen making breakfast while Amon was on the couch, deep in thought as usual. Then his surrounding changed. He wondered what he was going to see this time as he sighed and waited. The bright color of the once ripped, faded wallpaper returned and the house was bright and cheerful again with the fresh scent of lavenders. He looked around for a younger version of himself but when he didn't find one, he looked at his reflection. Amon was going to relive it this time.
She walked in the room, fear and panic could be seen. Robin? No… As she came closer, her long, blonde hair shorten at up to her shoulders and changed to a raven black color. The emerald pools of her eyes turned into a sparkling, sky blue.
"What's wrong?" Amon's mother asked him. Oh how he wanted his previous life to be nothing more than a bad, horrible dream, no, nightmare. Amon took a few steps forward, he wanted to know if she was real, if she was alive, if she was warm. As his fingers met the warmness coming from her body, he brought his small, slim arms around her waist and clasped his hands together. She was very real and very much alive. The little boy in him took over and hugged her tighter, never wanting to let go. She was his lifeline, she was the only woman he ever truly loved besides the one in the kitchen. Amon felt her arms protectively wrap around his head, her touch was so heavenly. He felt so safe, wanted and most of all, loved. Something he had to grow up without while training to be a hunter for the STN-J.
Waves of unknown feelings ran though him as silent tears rolled down his boyish face. He pressed his face onto her stomach, wiping away his tears with the fabric of her apron. He didn't care that he was crying right now, his mother was the only one who ever saw him crying anyways. He opened his eyes and met her warm, knowing gaze. Her luminous, blue eyes were filled with tender love and something else he couldn't identify.
All of a sudden, everything was changing, aging, turning back to the state that it was presently in. The wallpaper dulled and turned into shreds. Dust and cobwebs appeared as the warm, welcoming home that Amon grew up in disappeared slowly. The house was cold and lonely once again. Everything was fading faster and faster, he looked up to see the light from his mother leaving with the rest of his memories. He held onto her tighter, not wanting her to leave, not allowing her to move. He had lost his mother once at such a young and tender age, he didn't want to lose her again. Not again, never ever.
It wasn't fair, it's never been fair! Why should he have no family, no loved ones, no life other than kill or be killed? Anger and sorrow washed over the broken ex-hunter as he reflected upon his darken life. No one was ever nice to him, they didn't even spare him the pain or nightmares that followed of having to watch his mother, the one who gave him life, shot repeatedly. Flashbacks of how she died, her body bloody and torn from battle, slowly limping to the floor, fighting death and gravity losing both battles and ultimately the wars. He remembered her lips moving but no sound coming out. Her body slowly fell to the floor, gravity winning the fight. Solomon had taken his life away…
"Amon…" Her sweet, soft voice called out for him. She sounded so far away. A new batch of tears ran down his face, he didn't want her to leave so soon. Then everything was back to normal. He wasn't a little boy anymore, he was a grown man again. His mother was gone and in her place was his Robin. The look in her eyes were just like his mother's.
Robin was filled with concern and questions but she couldn't voice anything. Why did he scream all of a sudden? Why did Amon embrace her and cried on her? She always saw Amon as the strongest person she would ever met so why was he crying at all? He never showed emotion let alone sadness or pain. But this was not the Amon she knew, far from him. Maybe he was, just another side of him. Maybe the man before her was actually a child, a childlike Amon. For once she was finally able to comfort him as he fell to his knees. He cried and during that moment showed his emotions. He was scared, alone and full of sorrow. He was just so…defenseless, so… vulnerable and needing comfort. New feelings erupted in her, not her feelings but more of a motherly instinct. As Amon fell and cried, she just had no choice but to comfort him. It just felt so natural to her having him hold her and she hold him.
"What's wrong? You can tell me." She whispered softly.
Tears filled her eyes as she felt Amon's distress and undying, limitless sorrow take over. Nagira once told her that Amon's mother was hunted right in front of him at the place where they were meant to be safest, their home. A little boy having to see his mother die and then taken away had to have some negative effects on the mind and spirit. But how heartless could Solomon be to just shot her right there? So many feelings rushed though Robin's body and mind, all of them were indescribable. There were no words to express what she was feeling, what they were both feeling. This whole thing was just too heart wrenching.
"It…just hurts." Amon finally answered. His fragile mask was on but Robin could tell with just one touch it could shatter. She didn't want to push him into talking or confessing about something unless he wanted to tell. Shoe could wait until he was ready to spill his secrets.
Robin stepped back and held out her hand for Amon to take. He looked up at her, eyes full of unhidden grief, no longer producing tears and not trying to hide anything. Amon took her hand and slowly rose up to his feet like a reborn phoenix, rising out of the ashes of death to deliver a new hope, a new light.
Amon and Robin were on a new level now, this was the beginning of their new lives…together.
A/N: Should I end it there? And sorry it took me so long to update, I just couldn't find the right feelings, I have major mood swings and can only write good when I'm angry. I know Amon's way out of character.